Dragon Tamer

The Sword Spirit Dragon struck, aiming straight for Song Xunshan’s life!

Song Xunshan slowly fell, his wrinkled face filled with disbelief!!

Lying dormant in Pear Blossom Gully for so many years, deceiving countless people, and even strengthening Yin Spirit Villagers, he was about to gain access to the higher divine Yin Spirit Techniques, about to be acknowledged by the higher villages, yet he died so easily at the hands of a few outsiders.

Blood kept flowing, and the corpse ghosts controlled by Song Xunshan also began to twitch spasmodically. Soon, they were like puppets whose strings had been cut, turning into puddles of rotten corpses!

“Father!!”

Song Luo roared, his entire being like a furious wild beast.

Around him, several Polluted Night Sacrifice Dragons and Trickster Dragons appeared, attempting to kill in revenge for Song Xunshan.

However, the Divine Green Holy Dragon, possessing a shadowy might, displayed even more formidable suppressive power. The Polluted Night Sacrifice Dragons and Trickster Dragons both struggled to get past its Demon Vine Domain. The twisting, eerie Demon Vines were like the bodies of devils from hell, ferocious and terrifying. The Polluted Night Sacrifice Dragons and Trickster Dragons couldn’t escape death, let alone the lower-level Bat Wing Sorcery Dragons…

“I will kill all of you, I will refine you into skeletons!” Song Luo bellowed in anger.

“You reap what you sow!” Zhu Minglang said with disdain.

Guiding the Sword Spirit Dragon with his finger, Zhu Minglang once again performed the swordsmanship he had recently grasped!

Firefly Sword – Coiling Dragon!

The sword was like fireflies, dazzlingly interwoven.

They spread out slowly with the swirling Sword Qi, and although their overall movement was slow, the thousands of swords composed of spiraling sword shadows left the Mourning Dragons in this wilderness with nowhere to hide!

The sword light was dazzling, the sword fire fierce, the Mourning Dragons’ lives were harvested like stalks of wheat!

Meanwhile, the Ice Morning White Dragon also unleashed an even more domineering Azure Dragon Mystics. The bright moon in the night sky seemed to morph into the icy eyes of the Ice Morning White Dragon, its gaze like moonlight scattering over the wild ridges and hills!

The land in the wilderness, as if crushed by some force, instantly turned into cold dust.

And the Mourning Dragon horde that tried to entrap Zhu Minglang and his companions, under this gaze, also turned to ash!!

Hundreds, even thousands, of Mourning Dragons were annihilated under the Ice Morning White Dragon’s deathly gaze. Bai Qi, who had reborn his Azure Dragon bloodline, seemed to have gained even greater Azure Dragon power. This Eradication Pupil was a Profound Art that he had never mastered before!

The Fire Kilin Dragon and the Divine Green Holy Dragon also displayed their supreme dragon majesty, and the tide-like surge of Mourning Dragons soon broke and fled in disarray!

“Without the Demon Awakening Fruit, your Mourning Dragons are nothing special!” Zhu Minglang said.

“I want your life!” Song Luo screamed hoarsely.

“Flying Sword, Sword Flash!”

Zhu Minglang suddenly pointed forward, and amidst the beautiful fire of swords in the sky, a dark red sharp sword light flitted by like a thread!

“Whoosh!”

In front of Song Luo, a few wild Mourning Dragons remained. They were strong in build, powerful, and ferocious.

But the Sword Spirit Dragon’s Sword Flash pierced directly through the bodies of these wild Mourning Dragons, like arrows through thin leaves, precisely hitting Song Luo’s heart!

Blood seeped from his chest, soon drenching his entire body.

Song Luo couldn’t believe it either. As the future leader of the Yin Spirit Village, how could he be killed by this group of people whom he thought he had been toying with!

He advised his father, Song Xunshan, that these people were very powerful and they shouldn’t make a move against them unless reinforcements from other villages arrived.

But Song Luo also didn’t want to let these people, who had discovered the village’s secrets, leave.

Blood went from seeping to spurting, and as he lost control over his powers, a Mourning Dragon by his side fiercely pounced on him, greedily devouring the still-breathing Song Luo!

Servant of the God of Death?

Perhaps the Mourning Dragons were merely using those who called themselves the God of Death, reveling in the grand feast of slaughter!!

Evil Dragons often devour their masters, and these dragons without a true Spirit Contract were quite different from the Orthodox Dragon Shepherds.

Mourning Dragons are a disaster. Zhu Minglang and Nan Yuso had no intention of leaving any alive, letting the Ice Morning White Dragon freeze the wilderness, then the Fire Kilin Dragon and the Divine Green Holy Dragon would sweep through, and the Sword Spirit Dragon was responsible for chopping down the Trickster Dragons and the Polluted Night Sacrifice Dragons, or any other special type among the Mourning Dragons.

If these Mourning Dragons really hid, it would be quite a challenge for Zhu Minglang to find them. Now it was good, with Song Luo and Song Xunshan, these two old schemers, delivering themselves, achieving a perfect catch!

“Those Bat Wing Sorcery Dragons are fleeing.” Hu Bailing pointed to a group of Mourning Dragons that had taken refuge in the forest.

“I… I can call them back,” the Yin Spirit Necromancer girl, Mistress Ruoshuo, said softly.

As Zhu Minglang wondered, those purple eyes of the Yin Spirit Necromancer girl shimmered with a trickster light, and suddenly the dead Song Xunshan staggeringly rose to his feet, his eyes hollow and spiritless, resembling a living puppet.

Was the Yin Spirit Necromancer girl controlling the dead Song Xunshan?

Song Xunshan extended his palm, and the blood spread into the forest.

As if responding to a call, the Bat Wing Sorcery Dragons that were about to flee strangely flew back. Their eyes were greedy and sinister, and their flight was remarkably bizarre. They instinctively chose to run, yet their hearts were manipulated by bewitchment!

To fly back was to court death!

The Fire Kilin Dragon was already standing there, preparing a noble flame burial for these Bat Wing Sorcery Dragons. Many of them, having lost their balance, fell to the ground, their claws grasping the soil and earth, desperately trying to flee the flames, yet their wings uncontrollably soared into the fierce fire, carrying a touch of fearless tragedy!!

“Has your tribe always been raising these Mourning Dragons?” Zhu Minglang asked.

“No, in the past, we only studied Yin Spirit Techniques. I don’t know when it started, but some Yin Spirit Necromancers who could communicate with the Mourning Dragons appeared in our village, giving rise to the Mourning Dragon Yin Spirit Necromancers. Song Luo was one of them.”

“Was he the only one who could control the Mourning Dragons?” Zhu Minglang continued to ask.

“The Song family father and son were just gatekeepers of our Yin Spirit Village. Inside Pear Blossom Gully, there are stronger Yin Spirit Necromancers. You should leave quickly, they will not rest until they have revenge!” said Mistress Ruoshuo, the Yin Spirit Necromancer girl.

“What about you?” Li Xinghua said.

“I… I…” The Yin Spirit Necromancer girl hesitated, not knowing how to respond.

In Pear Blossom Gully, the First Village and the Second Village were essentially outposts. The true Yin Spirit Necromancers were all hidden within the Fifth and Sixth Villages. Periodically, they would send a few Yin Spirit Necromancers to manage the ‘Yin citizens’ of the First Village and the Mourning Dragons raised in the Second Village.

Although the informed Song Luo and Song Xunshan were dead, she didn’t know how to convincingly continue the lie.

She didn’t want to see outsiders enter Pear Blossom Gully anymore, being cruelly turned into ‘Yin citizens.’

She also feared punishment from the Yin Spirit Necromancer clan!

“Young master, take her down the mountain with us. The Yin Spirit Village in Pear Blossom Gully likely won’t accept her anymore,” Li Xinghua said to Zhu Minglang at that moment.

“Let’s leave first,” Zhu Minglang nodded in agreement.