bestfiction Chapter 1248 The Scale of Rebellion, Danger!
Chapter 1248 The Scale of Rebellion, Danger!
The King of Misfortune, the peerless killer, and the infamous Demon Dog General died at his hands.
If Xiao Chen is truly the King of Misfortune, then today, it is in danger.
Even if it defeats the Crimson Dragon King, it might not be a match for the King of Misfortune in its severely injured state.
Xiao Chen's breath hitched, his heart pounding like a drum. At this moment, his Yuan Power had not yet recovered, and a group of Ten Thousand Dynasties' geniuses were watching him intently from above. He was in a precarious situation. If Black Feather Mountain Lord were to defect at this time, he would be in a deadly predicament.
Fortunately, Black Feather Mountain Lord only stared at Xiao Chen for a few breaths before lowering his head, gazing at Crimson Flood Dragon King again, and sneered, "Crimson Flood Dragon, what time is it? You still want to sow discord and deceive me? Do you think I'm a three-year-old?"
Xiao Chen is the King of Misfortune? Are you kidding me? How could someone of the King of Misfortune's caliber be so weak!
That's someone who could solo the Demon Dog Cave and kill the Demon Dog General Gou Qingyi. His combat power is astonishing. Although Xiao Chen's combat power was already extremely impressive, it is still far inferior to the King of Misfortune!
Normally speaking, Black Feather Mountain Lord's analysis is correct. For an ordinary person to kill the Demon Dog General, they would definitely need to possess combat power far more terrifying than Xiao Chen's, since the Demon Dog Spirit Fire is incredibly powerful and extremely difficult to deal with.
However, it did not know that Xiao Chen possessed the True Fire of the Sun and the Netherworld Karmic Fire, which had condensed into fire resistance, making him partially immune to fire damage.
"Black Feather Mountain Lord didn't reply? Thank goodness, we escaped a calamity!" Xiao Chen breathed a sigh of relief and said loudly, "Brother Mountain Lord, the Crimson Flood Dragon King harbors ill intentions and tries to sow discord among us. We must not fall for his treacherous scheme. I've almost recovered; let's take action and eliminate the traitor!"
Xiao Chen originally wanted to delay a little longer, but the Crimson Flood Dragon King had already seen through his identity. If he delayed any longer, things might get complicated!
"Good, young brother, today, I will slay the dragon with you. Everyone says, dragon and tiger, dragon and tiger, the dragon in front and the tiger behind. Little do they know, when the time comes, the tiger can also slay the dragon!" Black Feather Mountain Lord roared, his pores spewing out dark clouds, his eyes bloodshot. He leaped up suddenly, shattering the earth, soaring into the sky, and then swooped down, shaking the mountains and rivers.
Since ancient times, dragons and tigers have fought. The Mountain Lord lineage has been suppressed by the True Dragon clan for a long time, and the previous sworn brotherhood was purely out of helplessness. Now, the Crimson Dragon King has acted unjustly and wants to take its life. The Black Feather Mountain Lord is full of resentment, coupled with the ancient feud between the races. At this moment, it erupts. The demonic glow soars into the sky, its body is like the sun, and its killing aura is unparalleled!
"Fool! Surrounded by tigers and wolves, why are you still fighting amongst yourselves?" The Crimson Flood Dragon King panicked. He transformed into a streak of rainbow light and moved across the sea, dodging the Black Feather Mountain Lord's overwhelming attack. Where the Crimson Flood Dragon King had stood just moments before, dark clouds surged, the earth shattered, and a huge crack, more than twenty meters long and three meters wide, appeared, with flying rocks and billowing dust.
"This Black Feather Mountain Lord is going to kill us!"
"The King of Misfortune is truly formidable; with just a few words, he tricked two mountain lords into harming themselves!"
"Since ancient times, dragons and tigers have fought. The Crimson Dragon King and the Black Feather Mountain Lord have probably had a long-standing grudge. The King of Misfortune merely took advantage of the situation and added fuel to the fire between the two demons!"
Above the sea of clouds, the stars whispered among themselves, many of whom had already concluded that Xiao Chen was the King of Misfortune, marveling at his wisdom and strategy.
The Crimson Dragon King and the Black Feather Mountain Lord were naturally happy to see each other fall into internal strife and would not intervene.
Demons and humans are different. Besides the King of Misfortune, the Crimson Flood Dragon King and the Black Feather Mountain Lord are also enemies. The more fiercely they fight, the happier they are. If they are both severely injured, they might be able to pick up the scraps. Whether it is the core of a god or demon or the ointment of a god or demon, they are all of immeasurable value and are supreme spiritual objects.
"Brother Mountain Lord, well done! I'm coming to help you right now." Seeing that the Crimson Flood Dragon King was about to speak and bewitch him, Xiao Chen charged down with his sword, burning with divine flames. Like a shooting star, he pierced through the heavens and the earth. His sword light was as vast as the sea and as brilliant as the sun. He seemed to be a sword god descending to earth, possessing an unparalleled power that could tear the heavens and the earth apart.
As Xiao Chen drew his sword, the sword's cry resembled a dragon's roar, shaking heaven and earth. The sword light surged down like a sea, rushing forward at great speed and enveloping the Crimson Flood Dragon King in the blink of an eye.
"This sword strike is even stronger than the last one!"
"So he's been hiding his true strength all along!"
"With such swordsmanship and killing power, besides the King of Misfortune, who else in the outer region can control it?"
The stars all paled.
"My benefactor is so fierce!"
"Keep going, my benefactor!"
"Hold on a little longer, the Ancestor will soon break through!"
The turtles and their offspring were excited.
The Black-Armored Dragon Turtle Beast has completely abandoned its five senses, focused on breaking through its current realm, and smashed through most of the barriers. It is only a hair's breadth away from breaking through its current realm.
"You've gone too far! Since you're courting death, I'll grant your wish." The Crimson Dragon King's eyes were sinister, and a look of pain appeared on his face. He opened his mouth and spat out a crimson scale, as large as a millstone. The scale was dull in color and exuded an ancient and vicissitude, clearly indicating that it was ancient and did not come from the Crimson Dragon King himself, but should be a spiritual object left behind by his ancestors.
The dull scales detached from the dragon's head, swaying and drifting like a withered leaf blown by a mountain breeze, slowly rising into the air. However, gradually, the dark scales began to glow, suddenly becoming as dazzling as the blazing sun, and an ancient, ferocious aura spread out, as if a true dragon had descended, threatening to annihilate heaven and earth.
"The dragon's reverse scale! This is actually the dragon's reverse scale!"
"Go back!"
"The Crimson Dragon King has gone mad! The True Dragon's Reverse Scale can only be used once, after which it will lose its divinity. Yet it has unleashed such a deadly weapon!"
The myriad stars were horrified. Someone recognized the origin of the dim dragon scales and was filled with terror. They transformed into divine light and moved swiftly to the side.
The dragon has reverse scales, which will cause anger if touched.
The reverse scale is the hardest scale of the dragon race and the most divine.
Whether it is a true dragon or a jiaolong, before they die, they will voluntarily shed their reverse scales to make magical artifacts to be passed down to their descendants.
Once imbued with supernatural powers, the Reverse Scale can unleash a devastating attack.
After a single blow, it will lose its spirituality and become a useless scale.
As the most beloved descendant of the Crimson Dragon Ancestor, the Crimson Dragon King obtained the Reverse Scale Treasure that was shed after the dragon's death.
For so many years, it has been treasured and carefully preserved, with the intention of saving it for a life-or-death crisis.
Now, however, he has been forced out by Xiao Chen, the Black Armored Dragon Turtle Beast, and the Black Feather Mountain Lord.
The reverse scales rose into the sky, transforming into a dazzling ball of light. A terrifying, illusory dragon, with an aura astonishing and monstrous as a god or demon, burst forth from the divine light, stretching across the sky. Its body was like raging fire, its ferocious power overwhelming the world. With a glance, it made the heavens and earth tremble.
It remained silent, coldly glancing at Xiao Chen, who was descending from the sky with unparalleled power. With a mere flick of its tail, it tore through the void, unleashing crimson demonic lightning that shattered the sky full of sword light!
"What terrifying power!" Xiao Chen was struck as if by lightning. Although he reacted quickly and tried his best to move sideways to dodge, he was still hit by the surging red light. He was sent flying back a thousand meters like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground and being buried in the rubble and dust.
Where Xiao Chen fell, dust and smoke swirled. In an enormous, deep crater, Xiao Chen lay motionless on the ground, his white robes stained with blood, his fate unknown.
"Benefactor!"
"Damn it, how could the Crimson Flood Dragon King possess such a divine artifact!"
"Our benefactor hasn't moved for a long time, could he... be dead?!"
The turtle prince and his offspring were deathly pale, their eyes filled with worry as they stared at the billowing dust in the distance.
The soul of the ancient dragon reigns supreme over heaven and earth.
If it weren't for the fact that its control over power had reached an extremely terrifying level, and that its soul energy hadn't dissipated but was merely an aftershock, it could have wiped out everyone here.
Of course, the main reason is that the soul energy in the reverse scale is limited, and the ancient dragon's soul does not want to waste it!
"These mere ants dare to harm my descendants! They shall be killed!" the ancient dragon spirit whispered, arrogant as a king descending upon the world.