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.

Powder with Ten Flavors gradually fading

It had always been there, dormant and quiet until touched

front of Zen, the black flame appeared like a

cry ripped from the black flame when it emerged before it rushed at the

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

black flame, and he wondered, 'What the hell is this black flame?

the iron that remained before vanishing into Zen's sea of consciousness. Panic swept over him. He knew his body

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

eyes closed, except the cyan dragon. As Zen watched, he saw the dragon lift its head, roar loudly and consume the drops of iron. After swallowing the iron

began emitting a green brilliance, giving it

Fire Sword activated a scale of the dragon

Zen was seeing unfold in his

the scale,

radically because of the scale and Zen could feel the

Zen wondering, 'Is it feasible for me to activate many, or even all of the dragon scales while the black flame

the pieces together. His experience being forged in the fires of the kiln gave Zen a deeper understanding of the great

thousands of the cyan dragon scales were all

wondering, how incredible his might would be if he

his head

how

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

how many it would take to light up thousands of them. 'Even if all the treasures

he discerned. He needed to analyze everything thoroughly and not act hastily.

to guard himself against arrogance and impatience, Zen sat cross-legged in the blazing fire, as the golden whirlpools

sense the presence of his Hell Fire Sword any more, he wondered if it had been merged into the boy.

dwindling, Evil Lan was

he managed to create his spiritual weapon! Was it possible he

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