Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

Chapter 24 Black Flames And Dragon Scales

The vivid yellow lotus flames became unusual golden red, and each flare emitted intense heat.

Since the fire's strength had grown steeply, it would be impossible to withstand, and Zen's face paled as he watched the red lotus flames shot at him.

As expected, the fire was far more potent than it was earlier.

Searing pain coursed through Zen as the golden-red flames slammed him. Just like the day he was in the cellar, Zen's body inexplicably turned to dark red.

Usually, any average person ravaged in such a high-temperature fire would mummify as the moisture sizzled into the air leaving the dried husk burning until it exploded raining ashes and soot everywhere.

However, Zen's body was anything but average. Instead of being destroyed by the lotus flames, he slowly turned red hot, glowing like an excellent mysterious weapon.

Small golden foils that lay deep in Zen's skin were drawn out and hovering over his skin. Now covered in gilded shimmering fragments, Zen's entire body sparkled brilliantly gleaming.

While his body glowed bright red, the golden flecks became ornate obscure tadpole text and spun. The speed they spun increased faster and faster at a hypnotic rate until, unexpectedly, small whirlpools formed on the surface of Zen's skin.

As the whirlpools grew, the suction they produced drew the lotus flames from the furnace to Zen and sucked into the whirlpools.

The fire was refining his body!

Surprisingly, his body drove all the fire into him.

One after another, flames were absorbed into Zen's body through every pore on him, including his arms, legs, and neck ...

It was more excruciating than any pain he had experienced of his flesh. As the lotus flames went through his skin, they burned every inch from outside to the inside of him.

To endure the searing pain, Zen clenched his mouth.

What he sustained physically was mild compared to what his soul had suffered from the black flame back when he was in the cellar.

Bone-smashing Powder with Ten Flavors gradually fading beneath

flames, Zen felt a giant furnace come to life in his mind. It had always been there, dormant and quiet until touched by the black flame. Suddenly, the calm furnace blazed out of control, flames growing and blazing. The flames hit Zen's consciousness

black flame appeared

black flame when it emerged before it rushed at the Hell

in a blazing fire for a long time. As soon as the black flame touched this allegedly top grade, priceless mysterious weapon -- the

saw the power of the black flame, and he wondered, 'What the hell is this black flame? How can it

Panic swept over him. He knew his body was as hard as a mysterious weapon; however, he

the black flame sent the drops of iron to the cyan dragon on the

eyes closed, except the cyan dragon. As Zen watched, he saw the dragon lift

on the dragon's tail began emitting a green brilliance,

the Hell Fire Sword

unfold in his mind

the scale, and strength flooding into

of the scale and Zen could feel the intense power as it

me to activate many, or even all of the dragon scales while the black

ecstasy as he put the pieces together. His experience being forged in the fires of the kiln gave Zen a deeper

cyan dragon scales were all stimulated? Not only the cyan

furnace left Zen wondering, how incredible his might would

his head around the fantastic idea. This was all so far

how difficult it was

Evil Lan, the Hell Fire Sword was a topmost mysterious weapon and extremely valuable.

such a treasure that initiated a single dragon scale, Zen imagined how many it would take to light up thousands of them. 'Even if all the

he discerned. He needed to analyze everything thoroughly

fire, as the

of his Hell Fire Sword

he released into the furnace were dwindling, Evil Lan was curious about what was going on in

his spiritual weapon! Was it possible he

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