Dragon Tamer - Chapter 167:
Chapter 167: Chapter 168: Roll Out of Respect
Translator: 549690339
“Why has no one ever told me” Yun Zhonghe finally uttered these words.
Having witnessed Zhu Minglang’s swordsmanship, Yun Zhonghe realized just how naive his own sword techniques were.
Each of Zhu Minglang’s strikes carried an overwhelming momentum.
Every move he made was like a tsunami.
On the Nine Army Tomb Mountain, with so many disciples and over a hundred Lord Level Dragon Beasts, not a single one stood at the same pinnacle as Zhu Minglang, who alone halted their advance, and up till now, no one has reached the same peak as him.
As the Hall Master of Yaoshan Sword Sect, Wu Feng’s face was no less filled with astonishment than Yun Zhonghe at this moment.
In fact, after seeing this scene, his desire was to fly back to Yaoshan Sword Sect and then wake up the Elder Sword Sovereign who’s always feigning sleep, and loudly demand why no one had ever told him that the Swords Descend Formation was swordsmanship!
Yes, as a Hall Master, Wu Feng also didn’t know this.
Just witnessing Zhu Minglang unleashing the Sword Meteor Sword Technique, the shock in his heart was no less than what Yun Zhonghe felt.
“He has released the fifth and sixth swords!” While Wu Feng felt heartbroken, his gaze couldn’t move away from Zhu Minglang.
At this moment, Zhu Minglang had swung both the fifth and the sixth swords. These two strikes were executed simultaneously.
They were the Gemini Swords!
One thunder, one fire.
The Thunder Sword danced like a storm of thunder, forcing Huo Shangjun’s two Dragon Kings into a relentless retreat.
The Fire Sword erupted like a volcano, causing the Dragon Trainers of the Royal Young Gang to suffer unbearably.
The seventh sword, Zhu Minglang aimed at Wen Mengru.
Wen Mengru was already very close to him. As the Chief Disciple of Miao Mountain Sword Sect and of Monarch Level cultivation, her power was nothing those clan offspring down the mountain could compare with.
She was also among the few who managed to survive through Zhu Minglang’s six swords.
Of course, it wasn’t that she had blocked Zhu Minglang’s six swords but rather, those six swords were aimed at all those on Nine Army Tomb Mountain who refused to scram, nearly a hundred people, with even more dragons!
Wen Mengru’s eyes were sharp; her swordsmanship was quick and ruthless. It was she who shattered the lingering Bagua energy traces in front of Zhu Minglang and clashed head-on with him.
Zhu Minglang, seizing the moment, released the seventh sword, which had an extremely terrifying piercing power, and the speed of the sword was as swift as lightning!
“Shua!”
Wen Mengru was quick to react, judging the angle of Zhu Minglang’s strike with precision.
She immediately held her sword horizontally, using the tough back of the blade to block.
The back of the blade was aligned perfectly, just at the position to meet Zhu Minglang’s sword tip, and Wen Mengru, somewhat pale, finally mustered a smile on her cheeks.
She planned to turn defense into offense, taking advantage of the moment Zhu Minglang’s palm would be numbed by the shock from her sword’s back!
She spun her body in line with her sword, intending to avoid the residual force of Zhu Minglang’s strike. Just as she extended her arms, ready to use the Moonlight Slash, she suddenly felt an inexplicable weakness spread through her body, as if a dancer had fainted amidst a grand performance
The motion to slash halted halfway.
Wen Mengru couldn’t even stand steadily and collapsed onto the ground, her arms too weak to lift.
She glanced at her hand, only to notice a gaping hole in her arm from which blood was pouring out, a hole she hadn’t realized was there before.
Meanwhile, in the corner of her eye, she saw a similar hole in the distant Mysterious Wall, that hole brought terror to the thousands above it, causing them to flee in panic!
Half a city lay between here and the Mysterious Wall
Wen Mengru gripped the sword in her hand tightly, unwilling to let go.
But her arm began to lose sensation, and she lifted her gaze to look at Zhu Minglang in front of her, her eyes filled with resentment and a touch of disbelief!
The last time they truly faced each other, Zhu Minglang had defeated her in three moves.
This time
Would that be considered just a single sword strike?
Even though their cultivation bases don’t differ much, even if Zhu Minglang had fully possessed the Sword Spirit Dragon’s cultivation base at this moment, his realm wouldn’t have reached the High Rank King Level, so how could he overpower someone at the same level so completely??
Could this be the Sword Territory??
How many realms apart are they actually!!
Wen Mengru felt a bitter taste, realizing that in the end, she still hadn’t understood this point.
This was the seventh sword.
The only one attacked was Wen Mengru.
It was just the hole in Wen Mengru’s arm that made it difficult for her to wield her sword again.
She realized she was too close to Zhu Minglang. If she kept her distance, she might still have a chance to maneuver.
In close-quarter sword fighting, swinging with full force, victory or defeat is quickly decided.
Zhu Minglang had already executed the seventh sword of the Sword Meteor Sword Technique, and Nan Lingsha watched very intently.
Each of his strikes was breathtaking, each one unforgettable.
“I’m a bit rusty now, I can only execute seven swords at most,” Zhu Minglang calmly inhaled and took some time to regulate his breath.
However, during his brief respite, the slope of Tomb Mountain was already littered with collapsed Dragon Trainers and Divine and Mortal beings. Some of them lay in the black soil as if dead, motionless.
Yet, there were no excessively fatal wounds on their bodies. Zhu Minglang’s first six swords had been a vast cleansing sweep of sword strikes, mainly intended to make all of them choose to retreat rather than for slaughter.
Those who had fainted, those spitting white foam, those paralyzed by fear, those with loose bones
This sweeping attack made those lingering around Nine Army Tomb Mountain finally realize the stark disparity in strength. No matter how tempting the brocade box was, they had lost the will to compete for it.
Of course, the sense of defeat was the most painful.
All were disciples, the younger generation.
Why could he alone crush so many?
All were cultivators, yet Zhu Minglang seemed like a warlord on the battlefield, with everyone else merely ordinary soldiers. The taste of being overwhelmed by one against many would spread within their hearts and brutally erode their firm and obstinate will to practice!
“I choose to scram, what about you guys?” said one of the young members from the small Family Door that had first encountered Zhu Minglang in Stone City.
At that time, they were still competing with disciples from Wu Zong for the contract in Runyu City.
Seeing the strength of the Ice Morning White Dragon, they immediately turned and fled, narrowly escaping disaster.
And this time, entering the chaos of Nine Army Cemetery Mountain was just a gamble on luck.
When they saw a large group of people rushing toward Tomb Mountain, they thought some treasure had descended and ran up the mountain simply out of curiosity.
So many people, so many dragons, they weren’t really afraid.
Who knew it would turn out to be such a scene.
Last time they rolled away with a bit of reluctance.
This time, they rolled away with a sense of relief, and even because they went up slower and were farther away, they weren’t as heavily injured as those higher up the slope, feeling a tiny bit of luck.
But in the area that Zhu Minglang’s gaze could reach, they didn’t dare to stay for a moment!
Many people were reluctant to leave.
But what can reluctance do.
This battlefield was no longer for small characters like them.
Moreover, Wen Mengru, the Chief of Miao Mountain Sword Sect, was also defeated, wasn’t she, as a person with Monarch Level cultivation??
