Dragon Tamer

Chapter 793: Chapter 797: Deathgod Slash

Zhu Minglang stood still, the colossal mountain-like body of the Yama Dragon had already landed in front of him.

Whether it was the powerful landslide palm strike, or the divine skills of the weapons used by the other four Demi-gods, none left even a scratch on the Yama Dragon’s Diamond Scales.

The Yama Dragon slowly lifted its wings, and with a left and right slash of the Wings of Death Scythe, extremely fast and terrifyingly powerful, it decapitated the Demi-god holding the talisman and staff in one fell swoop!

Demi-god…

Instantly slain!

When the Yama Dragon killed, it was incredibly swift; its sharp Sickle Wings were indeed blades of god slaying. Forget Demi-gods and Quasi-gods, even those of God Son Level might not withstand its scythe slashes that exceeded its own level!!

The horror of a strength close to that of a God General wasn’t just talk. Flaunting Heaven Peak and Black Heaven Peak were only two of the eight great Heavenly Peaks of the Flaunting. Even if the Flaunting God himself were present, Zhu Minglang wouldn’t feel fear, let alone face this mere master of a Heavenly Peak, a non-orthodox god.

Facing the attacks of these people, the Yama Dragon didn’t dodge at all. God Son Level Chang Li tried every trick in the book, but it was no more than scratching an itch for the dragon, who wanted to squash them into meat paste one by one!

The four Demi-gods weren’t nearly enough for the Yama Dragon to kill, and Ring Holder God Chang Li had a ghastly pale complexion. His eyes were fixed on Zhu Minglang, who was hiding behind the Yama Dragon, as if looking for an opportunity to get past the Yama Dragon and deal with Zhu Minglang.

But the Yama Dragon wasn’t foolish.

After all, it was the first battle since joining forces, and they still had to eat the dragon’s food provided by these people. Though it wasn’t clear why it had to “work” for this human, there was no point in being pretentious at this juncture!

“Hum!!!!!!!!!”

Between the Dragon Horns, a resonating hum emerged—swiftly a shock wave swept out in all directions. Just as Chang Li wanted to slip through the Yama Dragon’s body, he was shaken to the point his eardrums nearly burst.

Chang Li clutched his ears, frantically using his leaf-stepping technique to flee from the shock wave. But the Yama Dragon, surprisingly agile for its size, pounced unexpectedly; its sharp Dragon Claw ferociously swiped at Chang Li.

Chang Li’s agility was indeed impressive, but the Yama Dragon relentlessly pursued with a frenzy of fierce swipes and stomps. The Heavenly Peak, already bisected, teetered dangerously, almost collapsing.

There were still many disciples in Hongtian Peak Daoist Temple, no more than ants in a battle between immortals, yet even ants wish to live. At this moment, these disciples hoped eagerly that their master, Chang Li, would be directly squashed to death, so the terrifying Yama Dragon wouldn’t pulverize the entire mountain peak!

If the mountain were to crumble, they didn’t possess high enough cultivation to ensure they wouldn’t be crushed to death!

While Zhu Minglang’s attention was on the battle between the Yama Dragon and Ring Holder God Chang Li, the Sword Spirit Dragon floating behind him suddenly let out a trembling cry as if warning of something. Before Zhu Minglang could turn around, the Sword Spirit Dragon unsheathed itself and flew towards a blurry shadow that had no breath of life, and suddenly launched a barrage of indiscriminate slashes at it!

The sharp Sword Qi swept through, revealing the shadow’s true form—surprisingly it was Tong Zhiyuan, the missionary Taoist, who had lost an arm earlier.

Zhu Minglang was somewhat astonished, glancing at Tong Zhiyuan’s corpse not far away, and then at the identical old Taoist here.

Golden Cicada Sheds Shell?

This old Taoist still has such a trick up his sleeve.

“I want to see how many shells you can shed!” Zhu Minglang said with a smile, allowing the Sword Spirit Dragon to act on its own, until it chopped down the old Taoist for good.

Tong Zhiyuan was annoyed and furious; he had intended to launch a sneak attack on Zhu Minglang taking advantage of Ring Holder God Chang Li’s arrival, unaware that Zhu Minglang had such a special sword by his side.

The sword needed no master’s intent to control; strong, fierce, and skilled in various swordsmanship styles, Tong Zhiyuan was not the type to stand up against strong enemies face-to-face, and years of indulgence had greatly diminished his combat effectiveness. Faced with the ferocious Sword Spirit Dragon’s techniques, he could only keep fleeing backward.

Tong Zhiyuan fled towards Black Heaven Peak; the Sword Spirit Dragon leapt over the twin peaks and split into countless sword formations!

The sword formation spread like a massive net of swords over this vast and majestic range of mountains. Below the clouds dense clusters of sharp Crimson Flying Swords constantly shifted their positions, changing from the Heavy Rain Sword Formation into a long river, and then into a grand dragon made of sword blades!

In mid-air, Tong Zhiyuan stumbled about. Several times he was directly impaled by flying swords, like a sparrow being hunted by a flock of eagles, flustered and desperate…

The Sword Spirit Dragon had chased far into the distance, beyond Zhu Minglang’s sight.

However, Zhu Minglang didn’t need to worry too much; once Tong Zhiyuan died, the Sword Spirit Dragon would return on its own.

Here, the Yama Dragon chased Chang Li around like a guinea pig. Although Chang Li’s cultivation was at God Son Level, facing the Yama Dragon whose power neared that of a God General, he was still being pursued and brutally beaten.

Zhu Minglang, having gained experience in dealing with gods within Dragon Gate, realized that the majority of gods possessed some life-saving skills; thus, to kill them, one had to prepare some binding measures in advance.

Defeating them was one thing, but killing them was another matter entirely. Chang Li had prepared to flee as soon as he realized he could not defeat Yama Dragon!

However, Zhu Minglang had guessed wrong.

Chang Li’s method of escape was not to rely on himself, but to forcibly summon those disciples from within the Hongtian Peak Daoist Temple.

Both Hongtian Peak and Black Heaven Peak were part of a Lower God Organization after all, teeming with innumerable god’s people, Divine Chosen, and the experts who served them.

Upon Chang Li’s command, thousands of experts suddenly appeared from the two great peaks, many of whom had reached King Level. They formed a formidable King Level army on the mountainside, showcasing their Divine Skills as a barrage of symbols filled with flames and frost rained down like a hailstorm of fire.

The Yama Dragon stood tall and proud, completely disregarding the army of Heavenly Peak warriors. It was utterly immune to the energy storm unleashed by countless individuals, leaving not a single scratch on its Diamond Scales.

Taking a deep breath, Yama Dragon basked in the symbols and then spit out a breath of Underworld Madness at the thousands of people!!!

The breath swept across without stirring a massive ripple in the air or causing a deafening noise, but it stripped the human formation of Hongtian Peak and Black Heaven Peak experts into a forest of bare bones!!!

Flesh, blood, and skin all vanished, leaving only horrifying skeletons behind. The personnel from Hongtian and Black Heaven Peaks were scared out of their wits, as just a single breath had killed a thousand of them, turning them instantly into skeletons.

This was the difference between Divine Dragons and mortals; they simply weren’t on the same level. No matter how many experts from Hongtian and Black Heaven Peaks there were, they would never withstand Yama Dragon’s onslaught!

Very soon, the cultivators scattered like birds and beasts. Who would dare sacrifice their life for Chang Li now? In the face of absolute power, faith meant nothing…

Chang Li himself was stupefied.

This was Flaunting Heaven Peak, where they represented divine and royal authority in Tianshu. He had never imagined a day when the entire peak would be trampled into oblivion!!

Yama Dragon moved past the skeletons. Its Dark Eye of Netherworld coldly fixed on Chang Li. Although they were both at God Son Level, Chang Li’s cultivation base, piled up with various rare treasures, was simply no match for the genuinely powerful Yama Dragon.

Yama Dragon lifted its claw, and as it descended, it seemed as if a large chunk of the sky was crashing down. The immense crushing force made Chang Li feel as if all the bones in his body were about to break apart!

He retreated towards the broken mountain behind him, towards a Daoist Temple that had been reduced to ruins.

Suddenly, Yama Dragon’s eyes flared with nether flames burning intensely. At the same time, inexplicably, a huge burst of nether flames exploded on Chang Li’s body. These flames swiftly devoured his head, body, limbs, penetrated his internal organs, and seared straight through to his soul!!

Chang Li became a cursed fire man, rolling around frantically, screaming in agony.

As a Godson, he was more resilient than the cultivators. Even after being burnt by Yama Dragon’s nether flames for a long time, he was not completely dead.

Yama Dragon didn’t have the patience to wait for him to turn into a skeleton. It flapped its Wings of Death Scythe.

Just at that moment, Chang Li suddenly separated from the nether flames, leaving behind a charred husk, while his comparatively fresh new body shot away to a distance several miles off.

Zhu Minglang’s gaze followed, only to see Chang Li turn into a point of light that crossed the dim and vast sky in an instant, reaching the horizon and appearing amid the undulating distant mountains!

It was the Golden Cicada Sheds Shell again!

It seemed this technique was their Hongtian Peak’s method of escape!

After shedding his shell, Chang Li’s speed was astonishing. Zhu Minglang could not even instruct his Nuwa Dragon to bind him in time. Compared to other gods, Chang Li’s escape ability was indeed exceptional, especially since Zhu Minglang had slaughtered various kinds of gods in Dragon Gate and faced many unheard-of Divine Skills before.

Regrettably, he had let him get away.

After declaring he would destroy Hongtian Peak, failing to slay their peak master meant that though this rampage might keep people from Flaunting Heaven Peak subdued for some years, not removing the roots when cutting the grass, Zhu Minglang always felt somewhat uneasy.

The Wings of Death Scythe of Yama Dragon still stood raised in the air, wrapped in a black aura of the Underworld that lingered on its blade. The sky and earth, growing murkier, seemed to shrink and become trivial, while the Death Scythe Wings kept growing more massively imposing…

Chang Li had already escaped to the mountains in the distance. However, every time he looked back, he could see a towering scythe, pitch black, standing in the sky behind him, enveloping and oppressing the entire sky. No matter how fast Chang Li was or how far he fled, that upright sickle blade remained hanging behind him, never shaken off, nor did it seem to grow smaller with distance.

Even, Chang Li felt the Death Scythe Wings expanding, stretching from the horizon right to behind him, close at hand!