Dragon Tamer-Chapter 162 - 163: Please All Get Lost

Chapter 162: Chapter 163: Please All Get Lost

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What exactly was it?

In the blink of an eye, it had severed the limbs of that powerful Poisonous Pigeon Puppet?

Not to mention the commoners on the Mysterious Wall who hadn’t seen clearly what it was, even many of the aged strong ones on the city tower were utterly confused!

“By Zhu Minglang’s side, there’s an even stronger dragon,” said Yun Zhonghe in a calm voice.

Wu Feng of the Yaoshan Sword Sect had observed carefully, but the distance was too great to discern what that streak of light actually was.

It was, however, somewhat too surprising to see the strength displayed by Zhu Minglang as a Dragon Shepherd.

The Nine Army Tomb Mountain finally stopped rising, and the General’s Tomb Mountain stood tall among many slopes and tomb mountains, evidently much larger.

The vast majority of the strong ones were deterred by the General Statues on the General’s Tomb Mountain and dared not enter lightly.

But at this moment, Zhu Minglang walked over there.

The Copper and Iron Puppets were rolling on the ground, Zhu Minglang was so lazy to take another look, as if they were just a pile of scrap copper and iron.

Continuing towards the highest point, the disciples of various major powers who were in the Nine Army Cemetery and the strong ones who had gathered from different countries all noticed a red light by Zhu Minglang’s side, flying past extremely fast.

Because the speed of that red light was so fast, they too could not see clearly what it was.

But what was certain was that it was this red light that had directly chopped off the limbs of the Copper and Iron Puppets!

The strength of the Copper and Iron Puppets should be much stronger than that of some higher Lord-level Dragon Beasts, yet they were easily cut down

For a moment, several Monarch Level disciples began to reassess Zhu Minglang’s strength!

Zhu Minglang was now standing at the highest point, surrounded by several General Statues, all holding in their hands purple-red brocade boxes.

Just when people thought he would be the first to take down a purple-red brocade box, he slowly turned around and stood at the highest point, as if to make sure that all the disciples in the Nine Army Tomb Mountain could see him.

“Everyone, those of you within my line of sight can all get lost.”

“All the brocade boxes on this Nine Army Tomb Mountain belong to me, Zhu Minglang!”

Zhu Minglang said.

His words were light as a feather.

But they left everyone present stunned like statues!

On the continuous walls of the Mechanism City, there were tens of thousands of people.

And in the wealthy city towers, there were countless powers and dignitaries.

Standing at the highest point, Zhu Minglang’s words, backed by his Spiritual Power, were audible to everyone on the Nine Army Tomb Mountain and to all those watching the competition.

Huo Shangjun of the Purple Sect Forest, to his left was a Purple Cloud Dragon and to his right a Golden Dome Dragon.

Not to say that Huo Shangjun himself was stunned, but the two Monarch Level dragons beside him seemed to understand the audacious words of this human, and their dragon mouths stayed open for a long time, unable to close

What in the world was going on!

With these two great Dragon Kings here, were they supposed to be invisible?

A bald young monk from the Haoqi Martial School, who had just climbed up to the Nine Army Tomb Mountain, looked up at Zhu Minglang, heard his words, and couldn’t help touching his smooth head, showing a strange expression.

Wen Mengru of the Miao Mountain Sword Sect frowned, her eyes fixed on Zhu Minglang without moving.

In her memory, the youth who had broken into the Miao Mountain Sword Sect had this same infuriatingly arrogant demeanor!

Wasn’t he a fallen Sword Cultivator?

Why was he still the same!?

Within his line of sight

She was within his line of sight, so was she being told to get lost as well, did Zhu Minglang now have that ability?

“What an audacious Zhu Minglang, always heard that he is extremely arrogant and looks down on others!” sneered Zhao Chen from the Royal Family.

Zhao Wu also smiled, but his smile carried a hint of mockery, as if watching a clown perform.

They were still considering what excuse to use to eradicate Zhu Minglang secretly.

Without truly slaughtering him, at the very least, they needed to make his fate more miserable than Zhao Yin Ge’s to truly infuriate Zhu Heavenly Officer of the Zhu Gate.

Now, there was no need for them to ponder over this.

Zhu Minglang’s behavior would be challenged by the geniuses of the major powers; they would not tolerate his contempt and would surely strike hard!

Fu Xumei of the Azure Dragon Palace stopped walking towards the highest point, unsure whether to continue upward or not.

Zhu Minglang

He was somewhat familiar with him.

Back then, they were all young men with high ambitions, and Fu Xumei was brutally defeated in a spar.

He and Wen Mengru were both former subordinates defeated by Zhu Minglang’s hand.

But Zhu Minglang was now a Dragon Shepherd!

If his Sword Cultivation Level had still been intact, he would have been the first to beat it after such a statement from Zhu Minglang!

Moreover, people improve.

Admitting one’s own strength was inferior to the Zhu Minglang of the past didn’t mean that he was the only genius in the world. Huo Shangjun of Purple Sect Forest, the foot monk of Haoqi Martial School, the Royal Brothers, Wen Mengru of the Sword Sect, Pu Hanrong of the Pu Clan, Ye Guang from Godly Mortal Academy, and He Qingqian, the peerless genius from a small gentry family

Their strength was probably not inferior to his own.

Among these people, there were also some with considerably high reputations, possessing overwhelming strength compared to the other disciples, practically no longer within the same category.

Now, their cultivation base might have caught up with Zhu Minglang, the once dazzling and eye-catching sword cultivator!

At this moment, all these people were within the Nine Army Tomb Mountain.

In plain terms, they were all under Zhu Minglang’s watch.

Was he expecting all these unparalleled geniuses gathered in the Imperial City to roll out?!

This was no longer presumptuous

It was simply inhumane!

“You can’t really think that just because you’ve stepped on a princely heir of the Royal Family, you can dominate all of us, can you?” Pu Hanrong of the Pu Clan said with a hint of disdain.

“Zhu Minglang, huh, I heard of him a few years back. Turns out he’s just someone who craves the spotlight. In fact, I still don’t understand why people in the Imperial City still talk about someone who couldn’t even maintain his own sword cultivation level,” Huo Shangjun of Purple Sect Forest said.

Huo Shangjun was probably regarded as a genius among the disciples of the major powers.

As a Dragon Shepherd, his dazzlingly brilliant Purple Dragon King and Golden Dome Dragon King were testament to his terrifying strength.

The two most mentioned people back then were Zhu Minglang of the Yaoshan Sword Sect and Huo Shangjun of the Purple Sect Forest.

Huo Shangjun is now truly powerful, his twin Dragon Kings sweeping away all in his path. It’s likely he would not bother with such a mundane disciple competition if it weren’t for a contest.

“I remember you, Zhu Minglang, taking on the challenge against Purple Sect Forest. It’s a pity I wasn’t in the Sect Forest at the time today seems like a good opportunity to make up for the regret of those days,” Huo Shangjun said as he was the first to walk towards the highest tomb mountain.

He feared nothing.

Whether Zhu Minglang was making a scene for attention with some tricks, or he truly possessed that strength.

As for Purple Sect Forest, being the foremost Sect Forest of the Imperial City, he felt he, the Chief Big Disciple, couldn’t just spout such words before so many geniuses of the Imperial City!

In terms of being outrageous, Huo Shangjun really felt inferior.

But when it came to strength, Huo Shangjun didn’t think there was anyone within this Maze City that could contend with him!

“Sorry, I haven’t seen anyone more deserving of a beating than this guy in my whole life. Please let me have the first go,” Ye Guang from the Godly Mortal Academy also headed towards the Tomb Mountain, his face bearing a rebellious arrogance!

Let alone the geniuses of these powers

Even Nan Lingsha, who was in cahoots with Zhu Minglang, wanted to go up and see for herself after hearing his tone!

After a long look at Zhu Minglang, Nan Lingsha finally came to a conclusion: he was seriously ill today.

“No need for squabbling, the thing I, Zhu Minglang, dislike the most is wasting time. Just all come at once,” Zhu Minglang spoke to Ye Guang and Huo Shangjun.

Afterward, Zhu Minglang’s gaze inevitably fell on Wen Mengru, saying, “And you, I don’t even remember your name, mainly because, I, for one, don’t like any woman who carries a sword, except for my wife.”

Wen Mengru took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently, and seemed to be on the verge of an explosion!

Just now, in consideration of Zhu Minglang’s fallen sword cultivation level, she hadn’t bothered with such a miserable wretch, but now this scoundrel dared to be insufferably arrogant!

“Are you seeking death!” Wen Mengru, sword in hand, ascended the mountain, determined to leave some glamorous scars on Zhu Minglang no matter what!

“What about the trash from the Royal Young Gang? I’m supposed to see you right? So why haven’t you rolled away yet?” Zhu Minglang’s gaze then shifted to the Royal Brothers Zhao Chen and Zhao Wu.

The members of the Royal Young Gang like Zhao Xi, Zhao Chen, Zhao Wu, and others were dumbfounded. What on earth was Zhu Minglang trying to do??

He was tired of living, wasn’t he!

If he was tired of living, he might as well just climb into a sarcophagus; why needlessly provoke all the experts on Nine Army Tomb Mountain??

At the city tower, Yun Zhonghe of Yaoshan Sword Sect turned his head and glanced at his Martial Uncle Wu Feng.

Wu Feng also furrowed his brow.

He was someone who understood Zhu Minglang quite well

His behavior today, indeed, matched his character.

But that was back when his sword cultivation level was still intact.

His arrogance was not just aimed at peers; he also hadn’t spared those of senior generations.

And for a brief moment, the elders, hall masters, and deacons of the major powers all thought that Zhu Minglang’s claim of discarded sword cultivation was a lie. His behavior was remarkably similar to when he used to challenge the various Great Sect Woods.

However, everyone had seen him summon his dragon beasts, possessing an actual Spirit Realm, a fully orthodox Dragon Shepherd.

So, what on earth was he so arrogant about?

Could it be that someone who had practiced the Art of Dragon Shepherd for only a few years could dominate like he once did as a sword cultivator??

“Perhaps his mind has become a bit abnormal after losing his sword cultivation,” someone said.

“Yes, yes, poor child, he also had his moments of glory.”

“His Art of Dragon Shepherd is actually quite impressive too, why can’t he just keep his composure for a few years? He might really have the chance to shine again, he’s being too foolish now!”

At the peak of Tomb Mountain, Zhu Minglang’s gaze was fixated on Huo Shangjun, Ye Guang, and Wen Mengru, who had already stepped up.

Inside Zhu Minglang’s Spirit Realm, Big Black Tooth, who was resting, lifted its head

It was only then that Big Black Tooth realised why it was born with the innate ability to taunt a crowd.

It seemed that after the Spirit Contract was signed, some things subtly affected a dragon’s nature.

Their master’s explosive capability far surpassed that of Black Treasure!!

He wondered if the Sword Spirit Dragon could withstand it.