Dragon Tamer - Chapter 945

Chapter 945: Chapter 949: Slaying the Evil Sword Master Chapter 945: Chapter 949: Slaying the Evil Sword Master Having left the ancient village, for reasons unknown the brilliance of the sky dimmed, shrouded by a layer of night veil that seemed to appear from nowhere, as if a solar eclipse had suddenly occurred.

In such darkness, Zhu Minglang drew his sword and flew out, his Silver Dawn Sword glowing like the first break of dawn amid the eerie twilight.

His silver hair remaining unchanged, Zhu Minglang exuded an ancient aura, as though he were a ten-thousand-year-old Sword Immortal awakening from a slumber at the edge of the God Territory, his emergence accompanied by a chill that rapidly froze the churning Void Sea between the two God Territories and inexplicably silenced the restless and tumultuous Earth Veins.

Zhu Minglang leapt across the Sea of Nothingness, while the Moon Blessing White Dragon and the grey-haired Evil Sword Master fought fiercely midair.

The grey-haired Evil Sword Master, evidently slow on the uptake, noticed Zhu Minglang above him, holding the still shimmering Silver Dawn Devil’s Sword, and thus he repelled the Moon Blessing White Dragon and madly charged towards Zhu Minglang.

“This belongs to me!!!” the grey-haired Evil Sword Master roared, his eyes bloodshot, his face contorting.

He was the true Evil Sword Immortal!

He was the rightful master of Silver Dawn!

With the Ancient Sacred Demon’s power coursing through him, he would be the undisputed, formidable Evil God Sovereign of Divine Land, unequaled by any deity!

Zhu Minglang landed on Black Rock Mountain and turned around, only to see the grey-haired Evil Sword Master.

Cunning, sinister, malevolent, greedy–although Zhu Minglang had never dealt with this grey-haired Evil Sword Master, he could recognize the inherent wickedness in the man’s bones. Such a person was utterly incapable of becoming the Evil Sword Immortal. At best, he could be a sacrifice for the Evil Sword Sect, a pitiful vessel robbed of his body by the Evil Sword Dragon.

Yet, this fellow had no such realization.

The grey-haired Evil Sword Master somersaulted through the air, his body’s rotation stirring up a magnificent whirl of swords. The sword vortex was crimson, its blades spinning at a horrific speed, capable of slashing thousands of times in the blink of an eye at one location.

The red sword vortex grew larger above Zhu Minglang’s head, like a primal blood beast pouncing down, its immense Sword Power turning the surrounding Black Rock ground to dust.

As the ground continued to disintegrate, Zhu Minglang looked up at the red sword vortex, waiting until the enemy’s Sword Power neared before he swiftly drew his sword!

“Shadowless Sword!”

Zhu Minglang’s figure blurred suddenly, and in the next moment, he vanished from sight.

Sword drawn without a mark, sword landed without a shadow, Zhu Minglang passed through the terrifying red sword vortex, leaving only a silver streak at its core.

Soon, the entire massive sword vortex fractured along the silver line, the surging red Sword Qi coming abruptly to a halt, and the grey-haired Evil Sword Master, who had been using his body’s rotation to generate such power, suddenly ceased, his body convulsing violently as if struck by lightning, then plummeting towards the silver streak…

As he fell, the grey-haired Evil Sword Master’s body split in two, slashed from the shoulder diagonally to the waist; it seemed as if he had been cut while he was still swinging his sword in mid-rotation, and Zhu Minglang’s sword was so fast that he sliced through his body before he could even feel pain. He didn’t realize he had been split open until he tried to spin again with force, tearing his body from the left shoulder to the right waist apart and flinging the two halves in opposite directions, blurring into indistinctness.

Perhaps it was too quick; disbelief remained on the face of the grey-haired Evil Sword Master. Staring at Zhu Minglang, his eyes would not close in death but grew wider and wider!

How brilliant and farsighted he was, to have expanded the Evil Sword Sect on the back of the Earth Clan Sect, leaving the various Sword Palaces and deities helpless against them.

And how wise and visionary he was, to have understood at the moment of contact with the Silver Dawn Shard that this object promised supreme Divine Power. In the birthplace of Divine Land, as long as one dared to act boldly, there was a chance to trample those True Gods underfoot.

However, all his cunning schemes meant nothing before absolute power.

One sword, just one sword!

The gray-haired Evil Sword Master’s caution in the past was utterly meaningless when faced with Zhu Minglang drawing his sword, his eyes red with the intent to kill. He was destined for this end!

“You should thank me. You couldn’t handle this sword, and all it brought you was endless mental torment. You never got to feel even the slightest sense of superiority or pleasure, merely living humiliatingly as a puppet under the control of the Evil Sword. Dying early means early release.” Zhu Minglang said indifferently to the Evil Sword Master who died with his eyes wide open.

Hearing these words just before dying made it even harder for the Evil Sword Master to pass away…

Out of kindness, Zhu Minglang delivered another strike, cutting the man’s life soul completely.

After all, he was an Evil Sword Sword God, and there was no telling what bizarre methods he might have had up his sleeve, such as using divine skills to return to life using somebody else’s body. Making sure he died thoroughly and moved on to reincarnate quickly, even if it meant coming back as an animal, was, to Zhu Minglang, an act of charity.

Considering the evil deeds the Evil Sword Master committed in his lifetime, even if he were to reincarnate as an animal, he would probably be the most despicable of creatures, like cockroaches, sewer rats, or maggots. Majestic animals like eagles, tigers, or dragons were beyond his reach.

…

Having dispatched the Evil Sword Master, Zhu Minglang walked towards the chaotic battlefield.

To his left, Black Rock Mountain was no longer recognizable. The Nuwa Dragon, the Yama Dragon, and all of Zhu Minglang’s other dragon companions were locked in combat against the entire Earth Clan Sect.

The Robed Sect Master realized very well that the sword forged by the Evil Sword Sect was a transcendent divine and demonic sword. Whoever possessed it would be able to control the future of the Divine Land. With this sword in hand, the Earth Clan Sect could even leap to become second only to the Yuheng Star Palace, so they spared no cost.

Although most members of the Earth Clan Sect had already been routed, there were still about ten Sword Lords within the sect that posed a threat to Zhu Minglang’s Divine Dragons.

The situation looked grim. The Divine Soul of the Nuwa Dragon had not fully recovered. Her continuous use of the Veins of the Earth divine skills, far exceeding her cultivation base, had left her extremely pale. Without the warmth and nourishment from the Divine Jades, the Nuwa Dragon might not have been able to hold on.

As powerful as the Nuwa Dragon was, she was too ethereal. If she was as energetic and resilient as the Refining Ash Black Dragon or the Yama Dragon, the Nuwa Dragon alone could compete with the Flame Maple Dragon God and Chu Chengying.

The Yama Dragon’s injuries grew more severe. Its broken wings meant it lost its ability to threaten those at the God principal level, making it an easy target for Chu Chengying and the Flame Maple Dragon God. The Yama Dragon’s spine, tail, belly, and dragon horns were now visibly damaged…

Only because of the dragon’s Martial Body Bloodline was it able to continue fighting; otherwise, it might have died in battle before Zhu Minglang could suppress the Evil Sword Immortal!

Like a silver comet, Zhu Minglang flew past the skies over Black Rock Mountain. His aura froze everything in his path, cooling an area that was fiercely hot due to the Flame Maple Dragon God’s presence instantly. A shadow veiled the area, and the sky’s natural light vanished, with only a faint starlight in the chaotic heavens shining with an eerie silver hue.

No sun or moon was visible, but the starlight shone, as if foretelling something at the border of these two great God Territories.

Zhu Minglang took a deep breath as the God Slaying Breath suddenly enveloped him like a blood-red dragon wind coiling around him, making his clothes rustle and his hair stand on edge.

“Arriving even a moment later, and I would have slaughtered all your dragons. Heh heh, do you really understand the sword? You hold the Silver Dawn Devil’s Sword, but it’s nothing more than scrap in your hands. Unlike you, I, Chu Chengying, have been practicing the sword since childhood. There is no swordsmanship in the world too complex or challenging for me to master within ten days, and within a month, I would have perfected it!” Robe Sect Master Chu Chengying looked at Zhu Minglang and couldn’t help but laugh.

Chu Chengying had a clear understanding now.

The man before him was indeed a Dragon Shepherd, but he also had the Dragon of the Sword Spirit.

The Dragon of the Sword Spirit had bestowed upon this man the power of a Sword Cultivator.

However, compared to a true Sword Cultivator, what sort of power could a Dragon Shepherd unleash? He knew no sword moves, didn’t understand Sword Territories, and had never learned swordsmanship. With the Sword Evil Dragon attached to such a broken body, how could it exhibit the might worthy of being known as the world’s first Evil Sword?

A good sword needs a real Sword God!!

And he, Chu Chengying, was undoubtedly the most outstanding Sword God, the youngest Sect Master of the Earth Clan Sect!!