Dragon Tamer

Chapter 164: Chapter 165 Sword Awakening (Part 1)

Translator: 549690339

The Purple Cloud Dragon had just returned to the battlefield when it suddenly faced this slash.

In an instant, a tremendous force fell upon its levitating dragon body, as if the space around it was plummeting with it.

“Boom!”

The Purple Cloud Dragon fell heavily from a height of several hundred meters, its purple scales, hard as silver, shattered extensively, and its lengthy dragon bones seemed to have broken in several places.

The location of its fall was a statue of a general.

The statue had been reduced to dust, and the hillside had become a horrifying crater, within which the Purple Cloud Dragon lay, its body several times heavier, struggling to rise even after a long time.

Blood seeped from its crushed scales near the belly, turning into droplets, the Blood Pearls, floating up towards the Sword Spirit Dragon above.

The blade of the Sword Spirit Dragon, now crimson from drinking blood, had looked like an old Ancient Sword just before, but was now more like a treasured sword from the battlefield, radiating divine might!

The sword’s body began to heat up.

The Sword Spirit Dragon seemed to be undergoing a transformation within the battle, awakening the ancient souls of the inscriptions that had been sleeping within its sword.

“Azure Blood Inscriptions.”

Minglang’s lips curled up into a smile, probably only someone like him who had soaked himself in the Abandoned Sword Forest for ten years, would recognize this Sword of Azure Blood.

The nobleman’s blood, hidden for three years, turns to azure jade!

Molding a sword body from this azure jade, once it enters the battlefield, any blood of the enemies it had chopped would provoke a layer of sharpness to blaze forth!

Many such ancient swords resided within the Sword Spirit Dragon, their souls would awaken under specific conditions, with the Azure Blood Inscriptions being the most direct and fierce among them!

When still, the sword’s body is as exquisite as azure jade.

When swung, the sword seems aflame, blood-red and shocking to the eye!

“Just a hair’s breadth away, perhaps the blood of a Sword Master is most exquisite,” Zhu Minglang’s gaze was fixed on Wen Mengru of the Miao Mountain Sword Sect.

Wen Mengru held a sword in her hand, her attention entirely focused on the Sword Spirit Dragon.

She too had never seen such a dragon before.

What kind of dragon behaves like a sword, even more powerful than actual swords!

The Sword Master that Zhu Minglang referred to was, of course, Wen Mengru.

And now the Sword Spirit Dragon was descending from the sky; its crimson blade assaulted her as she raised her sword to parry with a heavy heart.

“Clang!”

The seemingly nimble Sword Spirit Dragon was, in fact, extremely heavy.

Wen Mengru tried to counter it with her sword power, but instantly felt numbing in her palms and heart of her hands, her footing becoming somewhat disordered.

“Rapid Sword Style!” Zhu Minglang said.

After ten years of practicing the sword, the Sword Spirit Dragon was familiar with all of Zhu Minglang’s styles; it was agile and swift, following a heavy chop with a rapid flurry of attacks.

Sword light danced wildly, and Wen Mengru also responded with her Rapid Sword Style. At first, the others could see the swords clashing, then only afterimages remained amidst the swordstorm, and finally, nothing could be seen but the sparks from the swords colliding!

“Clang!! Clang, clang, clang!!”

“Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!!”

Swords rained down like a torrent, Wen Mengru kept retreating, her eyes focused, her expression serious as if she was sparring with a master Sword Master.

However, with each clash, her tiger’s mouth felt burning hot, and she knew her thumb and index finger were splitting open!

Not only was the Sword Spirit Dragon’s cultivation base high, but its sword speed was also accelerating steadily.

Wen Mengru had already reached her limit, having to rely on her strength to ward off some of the sword attacks she couldn’t parry. Yet, the Sword Spirit Dragon’s intervals between attacks grew shorter, its sword strikes faster, her hands began to numb, and the palms started to chafe

Huo Shangjun, Ye Guang, and Wen Mengru, the three top powerhouses of the grand power struggle, were all forced into retreat by Zhu Minglang alone.

At the city tower, many were Dragon Shepherds and God and Mortals, whose vision far exceeded that of ordinary people.

They saw the Sword Spirit Dragon, equally shocked and confused.

Could there really be a true Sword Spirit in this world?

Even more unimaginable was the transformation of the Sword Spirit into a dragon!

No wonder Zhu Minglang was so rampant, not putting the geniuses of the major forces in his eyes at all.

The cultivation base of this Sword Spirit Dragon was at least at the Monarch Level, and it seemed to be becoming even stronger with the awakening of its inscriptions!

“This dragon is indeed rare in a thousand years, but it’s just a Dragon King. If Zhu Minglang hadn’t been so arrogantly boastful, he actually had a chance to shine by using this Sword Spirit Dragon King to seize the resources he wanted, but inside Nine Army Tomb Mountain, there are still so many experts” An elder from the Azure Dragon Palace spoke up.

“To battle three great forces’ Chief Big Disciples alone is already very strong!”

“Who would have thought that even after Zhu Minglang transitioned to a Dragon Shepherd, he would still be so formidable.”

All the major forces were outwardly admiring, but inside they were extremely uncomfortable.

Those brocade boxes were still filled with their blood. Zhu Minglang had already swept away who knows how many treasures with the signal fires, and now he was sweeping through the Nine Army Cemetery so domineeringly

Most importantly, Wen Mengru, Ye Guang, and Huo Shangjun were clearly unable to take down the Sword Spirit Dragon. If others were directly scared off, wouldn’t Zhu Minglang end up monopolizing most of the resources?

This was not what they had discussed before.

The situation is not looking good at all!!

“Idiots, what are you standing there for, attack the Dragon Shepherd directly,” a man dressed in a Blue Dragon Robe shouted angrily from the highest point of the city tower.

His words naturally couldn’t reach as far as Nine Army Tomb Mountain, but fortunately, the members of the Royal Young Gang were not purely idiots. At this moment, the brothers Zhao Wu and Zhao Chen of the royal family had already ascended Tomb Mountain from another side.

On Nine Army Tomb Mountain, Zhao Chen and Zhao Wu didn’t take the frontal approach. Their clear target was Zhu Minglang.

The Sword Spirit Dragon was immensely powerful, enough to entangle Huo Shangjun, Ye Guang, and Wen Mengru. Zhao Chen and Zhao Wu could attack Zhu Minglang directly. Even if the Sword Spirit Dragon came to his defense, Zhu Minglang would still be caught in a pincer move

Wasn’t he the one who made the bold claim to make everyone roll off Nine Army Tomb Mountain?

Then it wasn’t shameful for them to join forces first to eliminate him, this great threat.

Moreover, the Zhao brothers came with a mission.

They were after Zhu Minglang’s life!

“Imperial Clan Young Masters are also using such tactics??” At this time, someone on the Mysterious Wall had already seen the actions of the two men.

“This is not just a contest or sparring, it’s a battle for competition. If a Dragon Shepherd can’t protect themselves well, it is a weakness in itself,” someone immediately retorted.

Indeed, if a Dragon Shepherd couldn’t protect themselves on the battlefield, they would die just the same.

Fortunately, most Dragon Shepherds weren’t loners, and within the teams they formed, there were often God and Mortals closely guarding them.

As Zhao Chen and Zhao Wu were taking action, a woman with a veil over her face had already appeared near Zhu Minglang.

She quietly observed her surroundings, as if waiting for someone to fall into the trap.

Zhu Minglang saw Nan Lingsha and smiled, saying, “Pick an opponent you find interesting, and leave the rest to me.”

Nan Lingsha’s eyes fell on Wen Mengru.

Wen Mengru was on a slope of the mountain, under a huge rock, panting heavily. She grasped the hilt of her sword, from which blood was seeping out and turning into Blood Pearls, flying towards the Sword Spirit Dragon

(There will be another chapter later  around 12:30

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