Dragon Tamer

Chapter 791: Chapter 795 I think, I believe

The executioners of Hongtian Peak were stupefied, standing as still as wooden chickens.

In their cultivation understanding, they had never heard of a person’s name causing such violent death; what kind of divine skill was this that could instill such deep-rooted fear from within their souls!

“You… who on earth are you? This is the Hongtian Peak Daoist Temple, honoring the Flaunting God. Leave immediately, you wicked and evil deviants, or else…” One of the executioners pointed at Zhu Minglang, trying to intimidate him with the name of the Flaunting God.

Zhu Minglang couldn’t be bothered to waste words on such scum who were complicit in evil. Raising his hand, thousands of crimson Flying Swords flew out from in front of him, each blade seemingly locking onto a target as they shot straight towards the cruel executioners of Hongtian Peak!

All struck in the throat with a single sword strike!

Nearly a thousand executioners were present, led by the Butcher with the half-paralyzed face. The swords flew out, not drifting leisurely, but flashing past, each one piercing through the throats of these people with the swiftness of the Flying Sword Sparkle!

“Thump~~~~~~”

The executioners standing in different places on the execution platform fell almost simultaneously, their bodies hitting the ground with a uniform sound.

Nearly a thousand people died instantaneously, and the Butcher with the half-paralyzed face was one of the few who didn’t die right away; he stared dumbly at Zhu Minglang, his face filled with horror and shock, as if he had seen a ghost!

“What’s going on, what’s happening!” From within the nearby wall, the Slayer wielding a long axe charged out.

The man was robust and ferocious, dragging the bloodstained long axe with one hand and gripping a young boy’s head with the other, holding it as if it were a chicken or duck about to be bled.

The young boy was scared out of his wits, especially since his perspective allowed him to see the frighteningly sharp edge of the axe blade.

The Butcher with the half-paralyzed face didn’t dare to speak; his whole body seemed frozen, unable to even wiggle a finger. He had never in his life seen someone with such formidable power!

“Heh heh, and who might you be, wandering Loose Immortal daring to cause trouble at our Hongtian Peak!” The Axe Butcher showed a grin.

Casually tossing the young boy inside the courtyard wall, he gripped the strange long axe with both hands and began to approach Zhu Minglang step by step, his mouth curling into a slow smile, then said, “Killing a few small fry really isn’t interesting, but chopping you down ought to increase my cultivation base significantly!”

Zhu Minglang didn’t even glance at the Axe Butcher, while the Sword Spirit Dragon had already flown on its own right above this man.

Suddenly, the Sword Spirit Dragon plummeted straight down, stabbing towards the Axe Butcher’s skull!

The Axe Butcher appeared arrogant, but his cultivation base was nowhere near comparable to that of the Sword Spirit Dragon. A clean sword strike penetrated from his head through his body, and when it was drawn back out, not a speck of blood marred the blade of the Sword Spirit Dragon. The next second, however, a crimson fountain of blood erupted from the top of the Axe Butcher’s head…

The Axe Butcher kept walking a few steps as though he hadn’t noticed a thing, but soon, the savage smile on his face faded, and he collapsed to the ground, deflated, dying a wretched death.

The Butcher with the half-paralyzed face now realized just how terrifying the person in front of him was; he didn’t act as foolishly as the Axe Butcher, but immediately lowered his stance, humbly saying, “Esteemed Superior Immortal, if we have offended you in any way at Hongtian Peak, we ask for your forgiveness… These ignorant people, they conspired with rebels to murder over a hundred of our devotees, and in recent days they even brazenly killed one of our God’s Descendants, the Divine Chosen Son of Heaven—their sins are monstrous. We… we are only carrying out our orders…”

“You’re not qualified enough to speak with me. Crawl outside to the worshippers’ viewing area and call for some of God’s Descendants,” Zhu Minglang said indifferently.

The Butcher with the half-paralyzed face felt a surge of ecstasy upon hearing those words.

So it meant that he would not be killed…but, why did he have to crawl there? He could run and deliver the message.

Before the Butcher with the half-paralyzed face could fully understand the situation, he suddenly felt a severe pain from beneath him.

He suddenly shortened by half and collapsed to the ground, bloodily sprawling. The Butcher with the half-paralyzed face turned his head and discovered that his legs had been chopped off by a sword.

“If you could pass the message to ‘Flaunting,’ that would be best. I wish to have a chat about how to be a god,” Zhu Minglang said to the Butcher with the half-paralyzed face.

Dragging his legless body, the Butcher with the half-paralyzed face desperately crawled towards the outside, his blood flowing uncontrollably, leaving a long, red trail behind him.

The last thing Zhu Minglang would do was to let this half-faced Butcher off easily; it wasn’t simply a matter of random killing, but a deliberate effort to slaughter those unrelated innocent people. The sword he used, the Bleeding Sword, inflicted wounds that could not stop bleeding…

…

Zhu Minglang swept his gaze over the bound innocents, freeing them from their shackles, including the Huang merchant family who had previously been dragged into the yard.

The Huang merchant family knelt and kowtowed in deep gratitude, their tears flowing freely.

Zhu Minglang knew that the number of people brought to the execution platform at Hongtian Peak was astounding, and it wasn’t just those he could see at the moment. Moreover, there were so many towns within the territory of the Crane Frost Sect still suffering under the oppression of Hongtian Peak and Black Heaven Peak. Rescuing these people was merely convenient; ultimately, the root of the problem had to be addressed.

“Are you the only one from the Crane Frost Sect still alive?” Zhu Minglang walked up to the glowing red-hot pillar.

Nie Xiaoxuan’s entire back was adhered to the fiery iron pillar, and carelessly pulling her off would be tantamount to scraping off her entire back, so Zhu Minglang had no choice but to extinguish the fire basin on top first. He then poured some quick-scabbing medicine over her, to allow her back to form a hard scab and not stick to the iron pillar.

“Only some young ones remain… they’re still in cages, they plan to feed them to beasts,” Nie Xiaoxuan said weakly.

“It’s still good if they’re alive,” Zhu Minglang looked towards another part of the courtyard wall, where there indeed seemed to be a few iron cages, though no one was there at the moment.

“Mr. Zhu, thank you for your great kindness and mercy. Your sword is fast, why not grant us all a quick death, and you too can leave this place sooner. I’m afraid inside the Hongtian Peak Daoist Temple, there may not only be people of Quasi-god level, but the white-haired missionary old Daoist who is presiding over is at the Godly level,” Nie Xiaoxuan said.

“I’m not the kind to do things that violate moral integrity. After I wipe out this Hongtian Peak, you can choose for yourselves whether you want to live or die; it’s up to you and has nothing to do with me,” Zhu Minglang said.

Nie Xiaoxuan didn’t know what to say for a moment, and only looked at Zhu Minglang with a pair of bewildered eyes.

Destroy Hongtian…

This must be the ramblings of a madman!

…

Before long, that white-haired youthful-looking old Daoist appeared with a group of followers.

Most of these people were wearing loose hemp clothes of golden brown color, their hair combed very neatly, a dot of cinnabar on their foreheads, and carried jade artifacts on them that showcased their distinctive aura.

There were in total eighteen of them, all with high cultivation bases. When they saw the corpses all over the ground, each of their eyes widened, filled with rage!

How dare someone commit murder within their Hongtian Peak!

“Audacious villains, to have killed so many of my Hongtian Peak disciples!” the white-haired youthful-looking old Daoist pointed at Zhu Minglang and loudly scolded.

His voice had immense penetrative power, causing all the iron pillars surrounding Zhu Minglang to shatter due to his single reprimand!

“You only see your Hongtian Peak disciples, but why do you not see the commoners who were abused to death? These bones behind your holy and clean Daoist Temple are already stinking, how do you still have the face to bow and say sanctimonious words to those kind-hearted believers?” Zhu Minglang also pointed at the missionary old Daoist and scolded.

“These people are rebels; even the gods despise them, so we naturally have the right to judge them!” the white-haired youthful-looking old Daoist said.

“The gods’ despisal? Do you represent the gods, and if so, which one? Flaunting God, or yourself?” Zhu Minglang asked with a cold sneer.

“Naturally, it is Our God Flaunting!” the white-haired youthful-looking old Daoist’s body exhibited faint divine light, which, however, was not as awe-inspiring as Zhu Minglang’s, because he wasn’t a True God. He deliberately revealed his Godly Realm to intimidate Zhu Minglang, and then he continued, “This place is Flaunting’s domain, every inch of the land, every life is blessed by the Flaunting God. This woman, a citizen of Bai Sang Country, has no gratitude whatsoever towards the gods and even committed the act of regicide, which sparked outrage among both gods and men. Her accomplices are many, and naturally, as a missionary of Hongtian Peak, I have to thoroughly investigate!”

“You don’t need to explain so much to me,” Zhu Minglang said indifferently.

“Then what are your intentions? I’ve seen many like you, loosely immortal characters who merely want to advocate for these people, who harbor a little compassion, but do you know that this venomous woman over the years has killed hundreds of us, turned our innocent Hongtian Peak disciples into mincemeat to use as fertilizer for trees, and established the Crane Frost Sect where she trained those death warriors to harm the backbone of our Hongtian Peak? How could we possibly let go of those connected with her!” the white-haired youthful-looking old Daoist continued.

“As I said, there’s no need for so much explanation. I, too, am a law enforcer of sorts, and above me there’s only an old heaven who turns a blind eye and deaf ear to everything. My way of doing things is simple: what I see, what I feel, what I think… I see your people taking advantage of this incident to kill the innocent. I feel that your Hongtian Peak stinks even more, and I think you all deserve to die!” Zhu Minglang said with a smile at this moment.

“Hahahaha, that’s hilarious, who do you think you are to use those three standards to judge everything? Are you the god of this region, or the Star God of Tianshu? I am the everlasting missionary of Hongtian Peak, and since you’re so eager to die, let me, Tong Zhiyuan, oblige you!” the white-haired youthful-looking missionary said.

“He’s at the godly level, don’t fight him, run!” At this moment, Nie Xiaoxuan from the Crane Frost Sect urgently said.

Being able to kill the lunatic indeed proved that this man had some strength, but it was impossible to compete with someone of the progenitor level like Hongtian Peak!

Zhu Minglang’s face still wore a calm smile as he looked up at the sky.

The timing was perfect, it was evening!

He wondered if this godly missionary would be able to withstand the onslaught of his own home guardian dragon!