Dragon Tamer-Chapter 829 - 833 Thunder Emperor Purple Dragon

Chapter 829: Chapter 833 Thunder Emperor Purple Dragon

Chapter 829: Chapter 833 Thunder Emperor Purple Dragon

“Yes, I know, I know you can defeat him, but we are too close to God City, and, without any surprises, several gods from Xuange will arrive immediately. If the battle drags on for too long, this guy will escape to live another day. I can’t let him go, absolutely not!” Zhu Minglang said to the Yama Dragon.

As he spoke these words, Zhu Minglang turned his head and glanced at the Purple Dragon that was tightly bound by iron chains and hooks, and he saw the shocking wound on its abdomen!

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This damn bastard!

How dare he harm my dragon right in front of me!

Such an act is absolutely intolerable!!

And he must die!

At the same time, Zhu Minglang couldn’t allow the powerful entities from God City to interfere. Flowing God almost survived last time, precisely because Xuange had foreseen that scene.

It seems that Xuange may also have some insight into today’s slaughter.

But Xuange doesn’t know my true strength.

So, before Xuange arrives, I must slaughter this damn bastard War Saint!

“Bai Qi!”

“Kill it!”

Zhu Minglang opened the Spirit Realm and summoned the Moon Honoring, Star Responding White Dragon!

Its icy breath was like the most primitive cold from the genesis of the cosmos, an icy chill without a trace of life, soaked in eons of darkness…

That chill descended over the Dark Trench, where the solitary divine moon hovered in chaos, gradually, its light feathered, and the divine moon turned into a pure white dragon, its layered wings both holy and majestic!

The Moon Honoring, Star Responding White Dragon swooped down. It danced elegantly, its shadow flickering, and every time its figure became visible, it was like a still image, with claw marks, tail stings, dives, spinning wings, and rising ice…

However, to War Saint Qiu He, all these scenes were completed in an instant. He only saw flash after flash under the moonlight, only the dragon’s afterimage. Yet all the attacks were real!

Time, for Blood Asura Qiu He, seemed to have stopped, while the White Dragon’s time flowed!

“Creak creak creak!!!!!”

Suddenly, the Blood Asura Qiu He’s Diamond Muscle, like red-hot ceramic, burst open, shattering everywhere.

Qiu He didn’t even know what had happened. In an extremely short time, he experienced tearing, piercing, bone-breaking, and body-exploding pain, and a cold that could not be resisted was petrifying his soul and robbing him of his vitality. Even the battle flame on his body was being extinguished at a rapid pace!!

“Middle-level Dragon General!!!” War Saint Qiu He found it incredible.

For a mere sect master to possess the invincible Yama Dragon was already beyond belief, but what Qiu He couldn’t imagine was that his opponent also had a terrifying existence like a Middle-level Divine Dragon General!!

The cultivation embodiment simply gave War Saint Qiu He temporary strength on par with a lower-level Divine General, yet the strength shown by this White Divine Dragon General seemed far superior to its own cultivation, making War Saint Qiu He feel the pressure and helplessness of facing someone at the Peak, or even a God-lord Level entity!!

The Asura God Blood that had just ignited was now like the frozen water of a dead river. The aura of war rage that burst from him was like the dying flames in the wind in front of the White Dragon. When the White Dragon launched another attack, War Saint Qiu He felt the world vanish suddenly, leaving only a pair of cold lunar eyes. Those cold eyes were looking straight at the God of Death!!

Eyes of Annihilation!!

When the gaze shot forth, darkness was completely eradicated. The only thing left in the world was a harsh silver-gray. The undulating vast land turned into nothingness, and the clouds and winds above became a deep and terrifying abyss. Blood Asura Qiu He, standing between them, saw his Asura physique disintegrating. Under this powerful annihilating force, he knelt down; below was an endless demonic pit of death, and above was an equally boundless purgatorial abyss. His will to live, like that of a war god, struggled in desperation, yet was as fragile as chaff in a storm!!

War Saint Qiu He felt pain and the imminent approach of death.

He lifted his head, looking up at the once scorned Master Zhu. The skin on War Saint Qiu He’s cheeks was drying up and flying away, with even the bones around his eye sockets exposed, and those barely protected pupils were filled with fear, like a crushed wild dog, pitiful and restless…

“Don’t… don’t… I beg you, I beg you… no, no…” War Saint Qiu He uttered a few blurred words.

His previous arrogance and pride had disappeared without a trace. Now, he was like a different being from before, a once supremely arrogant deity of the Asura Bloodline reduced to a pitiful creature about to be slaughtered!

“You beg for death, so I shall grant your wish!” Zhu Minglang showed no mercy.

“You wouldn’t dare… You wouldn’t dare kill me…” Qiu He saw Zhu Minglang’s unwavering intent to kill and said, as if deceiving himself, “This is Xuange, you have neither godhood nor fame… you are challenging the authority of the Tian Shu God…”

“Challenge? My coming here is precisely to eradicate divine authority!” Zhu Minglang’s face showed a smile, but to War Saint Qiu He, that smile was as cold as a demon’s!

Eradicate divine authority!

As if in that instant, this intention surged up in Zhu Minglang’s mind!

The intention was unclear whether it was as a True God’s conscience or a demon heart that every deity possesses, but at least at that moment, Zhu Minglang despised that so-called divine authority!!!

War Saint Qiu He’s eye sockets, under the power of annihilation, were now empty, as his eyes had also disappeared. This time, he did not transform himself into a special golden skeleton, but in this annihilation, he had truly become a skeleton.

All his flesh, whether it had undergone Asura transformation or not, was devoid of any trace of life, turning into a lifeless husk!

Upon seeing the skeletonized War Saint, Zhu Minglang wouldn’t even leave him bone scraps.

But at that moment, strands of Divine Light, like the rays of dawn penetrating the darkness, filled the vast Dark Trench, dispelling all the chaos that sight could not traverse.

Zhu Minglang sensed all this, and summoned the Moon Honoring, Star Responding White Dragon back into his Spirit Realm, leaving only the Yama Dragon out.

The Yama Dragon stood fix beneath these sacred rays, with a mixture of anger and irritation.

It disliked sunlight, but it didn’t fear it!

The world became bright once more.

To the east of Zhu Minglang, a magnificent and astounding array of the God Army clad in the gleam of Golden Armor marched in a grand formation, looking from afar like a golden lake, splendid and shocking!

These were the members of the God Army that Zhu Minglang had separated, wielding a hundred thousand chains. When their gaze fell upon the Dark Trench, what they saw was a true skeleton…

“Is that… War Saint Qiu He, that skeleton…” the commander of the Hook Lock Divine Army said, struggling to believe it.

In the direction of Holy Mountain City, another army of several hundred thousand Fierce Armor Ground Dragons had also been blocked by the trench. They stood at the edge of the land’s annihilation, looking down into the enormous sinking chasm of darkness, each one filled with trepidation. The power of gods made these armies of the God Country seem insignificant!

But the Divine Army was still surging toward these two Dark Trenches, streaming over from the Holy Mountain, flying over from all directions of the sky.

Before long, hundreds of thousands of Divine Soldiers had appeared around Zhu Minglang, and the sky above his head was densely packed with Divine Weapons. They were all clad in armor, mainly golden, including blue-gold, white-gold, red-gold, brown-gold—four squads of Divine Army arriving from the vicinity of the Divine Capital!

The vast armies of the God Country were boundless, their Golden Armor reflecting upon the mountains and clouds, turning this place into a realm of golden radiance.

“To slay a Saint Honor, the crime is unforgivable!!”

“To slay a Saint Honor, the crime is unforgivable!!”

“To slay a Saint Honor, the crime is unforgivable!!”

The God Country’s army revered the power of deities, but this was the Xuange Divine Country Capital, illuminated by the brilliance of Xuange. With the Xuan Ge Temple at their backs, they still valiantly pressed forward!!

Zhu Minglang, at this moment, was like standing atop the Yama Dragon’s head in the midst of a vast golden ocean of the Divine Army, akin to an isolated island.

Every squad of the Divine Army had its leader.

Qin Zuo, Master Qin, was currently beside the Dragon Saint, the leader of the Earth Dragon God Army. His face was filled with shock, and he couldn’t find the words to describe the scene before him!

To execute War Saint Qiu He before the tens of thousands of Xuan Ge Divine Army, under the direct radiance of the Xuan Ge Temple—was this young Master Zhu possessed by a Demon God?!

What Qin Zuo found most astonishing was that Master Zhu, faced with the encirclement of the vast armies of the God Country, showed no sign of reverence. He calmly walked over to the Purple Dragon bound by chains, took out some herbs, and began treating the wound on the abdomen of this wildly spirited Purple Dragon.

While the army continued to flood in like a tide, people could clearly see Zhu Minglang’s movements, in the two great trenches where the land was subsiding.

After treating the Purple Dragon’s wounds, Zhu Minglang approached its face and gently soothed it.

“It’s alright now, it’s all right, they won’t hurt you anymore,” Zhu Minglang said, placing a palm on the Purple Dragon’s blood-stained forehead.

The spiritual bond was re-established, and some memories that had become blurred were now surfacing in the Purple Dragon’s mind.

In fact, these memories had never truly faded in its heart; even as it fought for survival in the cruel laws of nature, it still remembered those moments.

It was a pair of gentle hands that had lifted it from the filthy mud.

It was this pair of hands that patiently tore beef into strips, slowly fed it into its mouth, and then uttered encouraging words…

The Purple Dragon remembered more clearly how, when it was still a small Wild Jiao, it almost lost its tail in its first desperate fight—it was this same cool, sticky medicine that had been applied to its wounds through these hands.

The warmth and gentleness of this hand, when gently placed on the forehead, was just as familiar even after so many years!

“Sss~~~~~~~~”

“You’ve become a Purple Dragon, Little Wild Jiao,” Zhu Minglang said with a smile, never having thought that the small Wild Jiao once discarded by others had now become a Purple Dragon, and… it seemed also to be a Thunder Emperor Purple Dragon.

He had almost forgotten; the Little Wild Jiao had always possessed the bloodline of the Lei Dragon!