Dragon Tamer-Chapter 163 - 164 Blood-drinking Open Blade

Chapter 163: Chapter 164 Blood-drinking Open Blade

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Zhu Minglang’s expression remained calm, a slight upward curve at the corners of his mouth.

It was as if from the beginning to the end, he had never taken any of the experts from this mechanical city seriously.

His gaze was fixed on Huo Shangjun, who had already walked up to him.

The two dragons beside Huo Shangjun were indeed quite eye-catching. Whether it was the Purple Cloud Dragon or the Golden Dome Dragon, both emitted an aura of dignity resembling that of the Azure Dragon.

“Tell me, which of my dragons would you like to be trampled underfoot by and pressed into the mud?” Huo Shangjun asked.

The Purple Cloud Dragon’s entire body radiated with a purple halo, misty and ethereal, exuding an extraordinary temperament. Especially its long dragon whiskers added a touch of immortal charm.

The dragon looked down on Zhu Minglang, inching its head closer to this tiny human bit by bit, its dragon teeth slowly parting as the purple aura on its body expanded to the surroundings, enveloping Zhu Minglang.

“Hum”

A faint thrumming sound arose. In front of Zhu Minglang, an ancient sword with a crimson body hovered, emanating a tremendous sense of threat even in its motionless state, especially that inexplicable humming, like a sacred beast growling low.

Huo Shangjun gazed at this sword, his face gradually assuming an expression of shock and horror.

This seemed to be more than just an ancient sword artifact.

It appeared more like a living entity.

The humming from the sword spirit grew stronger, and the surrounding space seemed to shake along with it.

Huo Shangjun’s pupils shrunk, his complexion changed slightly, and he shouted to his Purple Cloud Dragon, “Retreat quickly!”

Upon hearing its master’s command, the Purple Cloud Dragon immediately flipped backward, creating some distance between itself, Zhu Minglang, and the crimson sword in front of Zhu Minglang.

But at the same time, the sword spirit took action on its own. Its sword-fuzz tail swayed, and the sword body swept across suddenly. A slash of crimson cold moonlight seemed to split the day into night.

Huo Shangjun could see nothing else but the unstoppable attack of the crimson cold moonlight sword radiance, terrifying to an extreme like the scythe of the God of Death!

Around the Purple Cloud Dragon, layers upon layers of purple mist rose, an energy like ripples in water attempting to dissolve the sword radiance coming head-on…

However, the power of the sword radiance was undiminished, forcing Huo Shangjun to retreat. Even the Golden Dome Dragon beside him swam forward, joining forces in an attempt to withstand this sword radiance power!

The Purple Cloud Dragon was swept away.

A large chunk of scales was shattered on the body of the Golden Dome Dragon.

Behind the two dragons, although Huo Shangjun was not truly injured, he broke out in a cold sweat.

“Sword spirit…” After a long while, Huo Shangjun, still heart-stricken, finally uttered these two words.

By this time, Huo Shangjun had finally seen clearly.

It was not an ordinary sword artifact.

The aura emanating from the opponent was exceedingly similar to that of a dragon.

It was a dragon.

A rare creature in the world that transformed from a sword artifact to a spirit, and then from a spirit to a dragon!

Sword Spirit Dragon!! 𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔴𝔢𝖇𝖓𝔬𝖛𝔢𝔩.𝖈𝔬𝖒

And its cultivation base was extremely powerful!

“I don’t like to repeat myself,” Zhu Minglang said, staring at Huo Shangjun with an air of arrogance.

“Thinking of making me back down, it’s impossible!” retorted Huo Shangjun.

With that, Huo Shangjun himself leapt onto the back of the Golden Dome Dragon, clearly ready to join the battle personally.

“This minor character, you, Huo Shangjun, fail to capture, yet I, Ye Guang from Godly Mortal Academy, find it as easy as flipping my hand. Step back,” Ye Guang from Godly Mortal Academy arrived, saying this.

He glanced at the Sword Spirit Dragon and snorted derisively from his nose.

Ye Guang was shrouded in a tumultuous wind, which increasingly intensified as he stepped forward.

By the time he was about to reach Zhu Minglang, the turbulent wind had whipped up into a colossal wind cap, seemingly about to obliterate even the General Statue behind him!

Zhu Minglang stood there, without any intention to evade.

Meanwhile, the Sword Spirit Dragon drew an arc with its blade, leaving a mark on the ground that turned into a barrier formed by Sword Qi as the sword body rotated, instantly appearing at the position of the sword arc!

The large stones piled around, the stone coffins buried halfway into the earth, and some statues standing four to five meters tall could not withstand the devastating might of the turbulent wind cap, turning into fine gravel.

Yet, at Zhu Minglang’s location, only the corners of his clothing and strands of his hair fluttered gently, as he remained calm and collected.

Ye Guang was now very close to Zhu Minglang, but the turbulent wind he conjured could never breach the Sword Qi barrier, infuriating him!

“Whoosh”

The Crimson Sword Body flew like a dart, and though the turbulent wind cap was powerful enough to shatter rocks, it posed not even the slightest threat to the Sword Spirit Dragon.

The Sword Spirit Dragon plunged into the heart of the vast wind cap, its tip aiming at Ye Guang.

Taken aback, Ye Guang swiftly gathered all the turbulent wind in front of him in a desperate bid to fend off the Sword Spirit Dragon’s assault.

However, the seemingly ordinary flying stab from the Sword Spirit Dragon could not be shaken, and in a panic, Ye Guang manipulated the wind to whisk himself backward.

“Whoosh!”

The Sword Spirit Dragon sped up, lunging with a thrust.

Ye Guang drifted rapidly in the wind to dodge the strike and still failed to avoid it; a wound immediately appeared on his shoulder, and blood splattered!

This blood, lingering in the air, seemed to be summoned by something, transforming into tiny Blood Pearls that flew towards the sword body of the Sword Spirit Dragon

As the sword was stained with blood, its blade became even more vivid red, and it seemed as if it had been scorched by fierce flames; the blade’s edge began to redden and grow hot.

Blood-drinking open blade!

The Sword Spirit Dragon was extremely sensitive to blood.

After all, it was born out of a person slashing the air millions of times, sculpting it from the wind as sharpening stone, and blood as the soul!

With every slash of its Sword,

Its edge became sharper.

With every sip of an enemy’s blood, its inscriptions shone brighter!

Previously, some blood had splattered onto the Golden Dome Dragon’s broken scales, but the Sword Spirit Dragon had not tasted it.

Thus, after wounding Ye Guang, the God and Mortal, the Sword Spirit Dragon noticed the Golden Dome Dragon above and roared upward, its body generating thousands of swirling sword shadows, as it magnificently attacked the Golden Dome Dragon.

On the back of the Golden Dome Dragon was none other than the unruly Huo Shangjun. As he saw the Sword Spirit Dragon soaring towards the sky, he promptly commanded the Golden Dome Dragon to spew a golden cascade!

A golden waterfall gushed from the Golden Dome Dragon’s mouth, descending like a golden river from the heavens, magnificent and brimming with a destructive aura.

Nonetheless, the Sword Spirit Dragon, like a dragon swimming through mud, confronted this golden cascade of Dragon Breath, forcefully cleaving the waterfall of Dragon Breath apart, and its trailing thousands of sword shadows segmented the Dragon Breath into countless pieces

What was as fluid as a waterfall became like torn fabric.

The Sword Spirit Dragon was at the peak of its strength; the Golden Dome Dragon had to retreat, but even so, its tail was wounded by the Sword Spirit Dragon, and golden dragon blood oozed out

It wasn’t much dragon blood, yet it was enough to make the Sword Spirit Dragon Sword glow hotter and brighter.

“Just a little more, let’s try the Purple Cloud Dragon’s blood,” Zhu Minglang said to the Sword Spirit Dragon.

The Sword Spirit Dragon hovered in mid-air, utterly proud; the previously repelled Purple Cloud Dragon had already approached, but suddenly, the Sword Spirit Dragon vanished from Huo Shangjun’s sight.

Nearly instantaneously repositioning itself, the Sword Spirit Dragon emerged beside the Purple Cloud Dragon’s body, a ferociously chopping sword strike, its momentum like a rainbow!