Dragon Tamer - Chapter 1080

Chapter 1080: Chapter 1084: Missing One Chapter 1080: Chapter 1084: Missing One The external atmosphere was incredibly fierce, and as Zhu Minglang rode the Xuanlong towards the Ghost Mark Star, he could even see people being swept into massive meteorites by the current, followed by horrifying splashes of blood.

The journey to the Ghost Mark Star was fraught with danger. Those who had painstakingly cultivated to the level of Godson or God General simply wanted to earn heaven’s favor on this occasion, hoping to become a True God, or at least find a way to elevate their divine form. Little did they know that in the face of such an ancient, unknown God Territory, they were mere cannon fodder.

The Black Gale Dragon had an almost otherworldly control over the wind.

It could even use those external currents to soar upwards, easily nearing the Ghost Mark Star without expending much effort.

The North Dipper God Territory grew farther and farther away, and the surroundings became darker and darker. In the entire night, the Ghost Mark Star itself seemed to have no glowing places, and as they approached, Zhu Minglang couldn’t help feeling a bit panicked.

The route to the Ghost Mark Star was not the only one; the Lower God Organization of the North Dipper Divine Land and other loose forces also sought to step into this unexplored new world, so there were a great many people heading towards the Ghost Mark Star, roughly estimated to be about ten thousand.

Among these ten thousand, naturally, the organizations under the eight North Dipper Star Gods were at the core, as they were on a mission.

As for other Lower God Organizations, some were assisting, while others were purely exploring for treasures. Many individuals also believed that there were opportunities on the Ghost Mark Star that could grant them additional True God qualifications…

Humans die for wealth, as birds die for food; the world of the gods actually isn’t much different from the most primitive state of nature.

However, compared to the Yuheng Star Palace, Kaiyang Holy Church, Tian Shu God Manor, Xuan Ge Temple, those Loose Cultivators flying to the Ghost Mark Star were employing very dangerous methods. Some of them didn’t even manage to touch the dust of Ghost Mark Star before being crushed into cosmic dust in the outer space domain.

…

Zhu Minglang landed very safely.

In the sky behind him, Sword Gods and Sword Immortals from the Yuheng Star Palace were also landing one after another, although most of them did not land as steadily as Zhu Minglang. Most of them crashed down like forceful meteorites, with many injuring themselves internally.

As one of the leaders, Zhu Minglang’s followers were mostly from the God’s Head, including four Celestial Respects and a number of Sword Masters who had practiced breathing methods with Meng Bingci. Zhu Minglang could not recall all of their names.

“Let’s count our numbers,” Zhu Minglang said to the four Celestial Maiden Respects.

“We are missing one,” Tang Zun said.

“It seems to be Kong Qiao. She was behind me when we were hurtling down at extreme speed, but now she’s nowhere to be seen,” said a Sword Cultivator Celestial Maiden dressed in goose-yellow.

“Was it in the dust belt?” Zhu Minglang asked.

“Yes!”

“The mission is perilous, accidents are inevitable. I can already smell some ancient creatures. Everyone, find a place to hide and recuperate,” Tang Zun said, seemingly indifferent.

“I’ll go have a look. You all follow Tang Zun,” Zhu Minglang said.

“There’s no… no need, right? If she was swept into the external whirlwind, it’s most likely she’s gone,” Lan Zun said.

Zhu Minglang ignored Lan Zun and, after instructing the others to follow Tang Zun, mounted the Xuanlong and flew towards the meteor stream.

At this moment, the meteorite belt of the Ghost Mark Star displayed a momentum of smashing into the ground, extraordinarily violent and terrifying. Flying along the direction of the meteor river was fine, but flying against it could lead to being smashed into pieces.

The Xuanlong soared into the sky, racing towards the oncoming meteor dust. All the powerful meteor dust passed by, missing the dragon, which, with its Offensive Pre-cognition, flawlessly avoided the dense bombardment.

Soon, Zhu Minglang saw a figure amidst the swirling belt of meteors–it seemed to be Kong Qiao.

She appeared to have broken her leg, her whole body tightly clinging to a relatively stable meteor, but that meteor was hurtling towards other meteor dust. It was only a matter of time before she would be crushed to pieces.

“Xiao E, pull back that meteor!” Zhu Minglang urgently called out for the Nuwa Dragon.

The Nuwa Dragon flew out from the seal, her pair of azure pupils fixed on the increasingly fast-moving meteor.

Suddenly, the meteor slowed down, like a ship about to run aground that had timely thrown down its anchor.

The Xuanlong flapped its wings, deftly passing through the carelessly colliding meteor zone and landing on the suspended meteor.

Kong Qiao’s face was extremely pale; her round eyes were filled with fear, as though she was someone who had been clinging to a cliff for the entire day and was about to lose her grip.

“Junior… Junior Master.” Kong Qiao saw Zhu Minglang approaching, and light appeared in her eyes.

This joy and excitement were only expressed after someone had struggled on the edge of death.

“Your injuries are not severe; you’ll recover with a bit of adjusting,” Zhu Minglang said as he helped her onto the Xuanlong’s back and tended to the wound at her knee which had been hit.

“Yes, yes!” Kong Qiao nodded repeatedly, gratefully saying, “Thank you, Junior Master, for saving my life; I thought… I thought…”

There was no helping it, after all, he had received benefits himself.

Moreover, most of them were following Meng Bingci in their cultivation, so Zhu Minglang had to take good care of them.

…

Back on the land of Ghost Mark Star.

This was a dark red Gobi, where hardly any water source could be seen, nor many plants. Against this dark red backdrop, even the stars and moon looked as if they were tinged with a bizarre red hue.

Zhu Minglang found Tang Zun and the others in a depression.

Before they set off, these Sword Girls, Sword Masters, Sword Gods, Sword Immortals looked spirited, their clothes fluttering; their transcendent beauty hard to describe. But now everyone’s hair accessories were disheveled, their clothes torn, looking as ragged as if they had survived in the wild for half a month, their pride and ethereal elegance lost.

“Kong Qiao, thank goodness, it’s so good to see you unharmed,” a Sword Cultivator in goose-yellow attire said joyfully, her small eyes squeezing out a few tears.

Kong Qiao managed to muster only a strained smile.

Back in the outer cyclone, Kong Qiao’s throat had gone hoarse from shouting, asking her junior sister to wait, but the Sword Cultivating Celestial Maiden didn’t even turn her head, fearing she might be swept into the outer cyclone too…

If not for the Junior Master, she would have been smashed to smithereens by now!

“Why are you all hiding here? Where are the others from the Star Palace?” Zhu Minglang asked with some confusion.

“We seem to have gotten separated from the two Sword Immortals’ team,” Tang Zun said.

“What should we do about this?”

“We need to regroup with them quickly!”

Some female Sword Masters from the Star Palace were already showing signs of unease, believing that it was only safe to follow the two Sword Immortals to avoid any mishaps.