This was enough to shake the entire Demon Domain.
Young Master Chiyan's face turned ashen.
He had used up the favors the Chi Yan Demon Clan had accumulated over many years on Blackscale True Lord, believing it would ensure nothing could go wrong.
Yet this was the result.
Blackscale True Lord took several breaths, then suddenly bared his teeth.
"Very good."
"It has been many years since I was wounded this badly."
He raised his only remaining left hand and pressed it to his brow.
A dark-golden reverse scale flew out from between his brows.
The instant the reverse scale left his body, Blackscale True Lord's aura surged violently.
This was the life-bound reverse scale of the Blackscale Flood Dragon Clan.
Burning the reverse scale could grant power far beyond one's own for a short time.
The price was a thousand years of cultivation.
Blackscale True Lord had no other choice.
If this dragged on any longer, he really would die at Chen Changqing's hands.
The dark-golden reverse scale ignited with black fire and merged into Blackscale True Lord's body.
His damaged armor rapidly repaired itself, and his severed right arm regenerated amid demon blood. Blackscale True Lord's skin split apart, revealing dense scales growing beneath it.
"You forced me to burn my reverse scale."
"You deserve to die."
Chen Changqing gripped the Heavenly Thunder Sword, his expression unchanged.
"That hand just grew back. Don't let it get cut off again."
Blackscale True Lord's face twisted.
He slammed a palm against the ground.
Boom!
Nine black flood dragon phantoms burst out from beneath the ancient road.
Each was a hundred zhang long, and the moment they opened their jaws, they lunged to bite Chen Changqing.
The three incarnations each intercepted one.
Chen Changqing's true body was surrounded by the remaining