Dragon Tamer

Around Zhu Minglang’s body, countless Ice Feathers swirled, not soft like down, but tough like shield plates, thick with the chill of frost.

Magma rolled toward him, carrying a terrifying force that could melt through metal, likely unable to withstand such temperatures.

But Zhu Minglang just stood there, his shield feathers fluttering, his robe billowing, without a speck of dust, as if he were in another world, completely separate from the raging Purgatory Flame.

The Purgatory Fire churned, its flame shadows flickering; the Ice Morning White Dragon lithely leapt from Zhu Minglang’s shoulder, immediately solidifying a Crystal Ice Carpet beneath it, even every step resulted in more of the carpet appearing.

The tassels of nobility elegantly lifted, the dancing Ice Spirits transforming from gentle beauty to sharp coldness, and surrounded by an ever-tightening vortex of white, the graciously shaped Ice Morning White Dragon took form amidst the increasingly intense blizzard of white feathers!

The ice spread wantonly, no longer the gentle embrace from before, but a violent devouring of everything around it.

The wind howled and roared, and in the vast sky, murky wind swirls twisted like Heavenly Pythons, making the grandeur of the Li Imperial Palace sway as if it were a dilapidated shack.

Just a moment ago, the White Dragon, docile as a kitten and nesting against its master, now revealed its true form, its divine presence and sanctified wrath making even the fully evolved Purgatory Dragon pale in comparison!

Luo Xiao stood on the dragon horn, watching the adult Ice Morning White Dragon ascending an icy staircase, almost unable to believe his eyes.

Back in the days on the Li Chuan Plain, this White Dragon had been nothing but fodder for his own Gold-plated Fire Dragon, forced to flee in disarray.

How could it be that, after he had returned alive from Ancient Mountain, and the Gold-plated Fire Dragon had also entered the fourth stage, the Complete Period, second only to Dragon Lord Level creatures, he would tremble in the face of this Ice Morning White Dragon?!

The once unrivaled Purgatory Dragon…

It was the very reliance Luo Xiao dared to step back into Ancestral Dragon City- State with.

Who knew that this reliance would seem so inconsequential in front of Zhu Minglang’s seemingly insignificant Little White Dragon?!

He was supposed to shine brightly.

With infinite potential, he should have become a Venerable of the Dragon Lord Level, and eventually achieve everything he desired…

Why was it so inconsequential?

The inconsequential one should be Zhu Minglang, the impostor of the Li Family, the scum who should descend to the Eighteen Levels of Hell for desecrating his faith!

This scum!!

Luo Xiao was virtually insane, bellowing commands to the Purgatory Dragon to tear into the adult Ice Morning White Dragon.

Upon reaching adulthood, the Ice Morning White Dragon’s neck tassels became more ostentatious, its noble white dragon dignity exemplified in every piece of its sacred body armor of ice scale feathers, making even some rare gemstones and silver diamonds pale in comparison…

The Gold-plated Fire Dragon, frenzied and domineering, covered in a golden-brown Purgatory Fire, appeared wild and unstoppable, but each step of the Ice Morning White Dragon was supported by an Ice Leaf, its eyes alight with a brilliance that could summon wind and snow with a glance.

Not to mention when the Ice Morning White Dragon truly launched an attack— what seemed like an indifferent stomp sent Earth shattering Death Frost into instant bloom, like a hill formed of ice spears and cold swords, fiercely thrusting in all directions!!

The heart of the Death Frost Mountain pierced the Gold-plated Fire Dragon, cracking its skin and flesh; its prideful Fire Scale unable to defend against the chill, not to mention the penetrating frost…

The Gold-plated Fire Dragon was covered in blood, which flowed onto the ground and started to burn upon contact.

At that moment, atop the hill-like Ice Flowers, a pair of astounding white wings burst open, layer upon layer of sacred downy feather fans unfurled.

Behind the Ice Morning White Dragon, the vast sky suddenly dimmed, dense cold stars rained down like a deluge, piercing through the sky above Li Imperial Palace, blasting toward the Gold-plated Fire Dragon and those from the Sect Palace!!

Daytime Star Fall!

Although its power had a significant gap compared to the disaster-bearing heavenly fire from the past, it was nonetheless an obliteration for living creatures!!

The Purgatory Dragon roared powerlessly, merely masking its inner fear of death.

And Luo Xiao, witnessing the deathly magnificent fall of cold star clusters, seemed to have lost his soul!!

“Bang bang bang bang bang! ! ”

Pavilions, terraces, and towers, all were razed to the ground. It looked as if the Li Imperial Palace region had suddenly been swallowed by the earth, completely disappearing amidst the thunderous roar.

The four heroes initially wanted to break through the Ice Space World, to fight a quick battle, but seeing such a catastrophic Star Fall, they dared not linger under the Ice Space World any longer and scattered, retreating to even further from the lakeside pavilions.

Du Cheng was also dodging; he seemed to be a Divine and Mortal, his movements strange and swift. Yet, when the cold stars touched the ground, setting off shocking airwaves, his movements were as clumsy as a scurrying mouse, nearly falling into the caverns several times!

The only ones who did not flee were the Purgatory Fire Dragon and Luo Xiao.

The target of the Ice Morning White Dragon’s attack this time was precisely them.

Around them were craters, debris and broken beams everywhere. If the women of the Li Imperial Palace had not been deliberately sent away, I’m afraid none would have survived.

The wings of flesh and blood were broken, limbs twisted, and the thick chest was pierced through by one of the cold stars, then exploded inside the body, shattering and blowing apart the Purgatory Fire Dragon’s internal organs…

Luo Xiao was covered in blood, lying beside the Purgatory Fire Dragon. Looking at the extremely miserable Purgatory Fire Dragon, the resentment and rage that had been surging in his heart finally began to subside!

Luo Xiao was by no means a fool. He knew there were many people stronger than him in this world, so no matter how much he improved, he would always seek a backing. Previously it was the Li Family, now it was the Sect Palace.

However, what he could not close his eyes to in this broken agony was, why could the insignificant Wutu Bad People also trample him into this filthy, stinky rubble just like the venerated ones he dared not even look up to!!

“The eyes you can’t forget, the lips you’re infatuated with, the body you crave to insanity, hahaha, in the end, all were thoroughly enjoyed by that despicable beggar. After their reckless copulation in the dungeon, upon waking up…” That woman’s sharp, frantic words tormented him at all times.

Even as he fell into the deathly trap, they stung and agonized him over and over, unwilling to die!

The one who should have been protecting the villa.

It should have been himself.

He Zhu Minglang, by what virtue or ability…

Her eyes, her lips, all of her, he wished to see them one last time.

Luo Xiao crawled on the ground, slowly making his way toward the villa. Most of his body was gone, leaving only one hand and a face like that of a ghoul.

He could not swallow his last breath; that madwoman’s voice was waiting for him in the depths of death, and he would not go down!

However, soon enough, someone stood before him.

This person was Zhu Minglang; Luo Xiao could only see his legs, unable even to see his face…

“Turns out it’s Brother Luo Xiao, I didn’t recognize you just now, my apologies.”

While he couldn’t see the face, he could hear the voice.

Zhu Minglang looked down from above.

And yet this condescending voice, these words, made the face that emerged in Luo Xiao’s mind clearer than if he had seen it with his own eyes!

With his last dying breath, because of these words, he was forcefully stuffed back down!

If there really are the Yellow Springs, if there really is the Naihe Bridge, not even the soup of Granny Meng could make Luo Xiao forget this scene!

(There’s another chapter coming later, you can read it tomorrow if you want, as I write a bit slowly.. Just trouble everyone to cast their monthly votes, the first month of a new book launch, let’s show some presence, go go go for the chaotic alliance