"So, you've come."
Sikong Yi sat upon his throne, watching the group pour into the palace.
By now, everyone in the Silverwing Family except him had been wiped out.
Wiped out in the truest sense.
"You old bastard Sikong, today is the day you die!"
Duan Jian brushed his palm over the Black Dragon Heaven-Burning Sword, pointing its blade straight at Sikong Yi.
Sikong Yi merely snorted. Even now, he still looked down on Duan Jian.
"You're nothing but a lowborn wretch. My only regret now is that I didn't do as my daughter said on that Sky Screen-cut off your mother's wings and parade her through the streets!"
"You're asking to die!"
Bloodshot veins filled Duan Jian's eyes. Sikong Yi always managed to touch his reverse scale and provoke him, and he was very successful at it.
Nie Li laid a hand on Duan Jian's shoulder.
"Duan Jian, be careful. Sikong Yi must have used a secret technique to raise his strength too. He should be at legendary peak now."
"Thank you for the warning, Master."
Duan Jian wasn't about to charge in blindly with his sword. Instead, he immediately fused with his demon spirit.
In an instant, tremendous power erupted with Duan Jian at its center. Searing flames gradually enveloped his body, with patterns of black dragon scales faintly appearing within them. His hair streamed in the wind, slowly turning fiery red, like a blazing inferno.
His eyes turned a deep, dark red, like two ghostly flames dancing within them, radiating endless majesty and killing intent. A pair of enormous black dragon wings sprouted from his back. When they spread, they blotted out the sky and sun, every scale glinting coldly.
Thick black dragon scales slowly covered his legs, their edges glowing red like magma on the verge