Dragon Tamer
Chapter 1038 - Chapter 1038 Chapter 1042 Delaying Time

Chapter 1038: Chapter 1042: Delaying Time Chapter 1038: Chapter 1042: Delaying Time “Watch your back, I said to watch your back! He has another Spirit Dragon, and it’s at God-principal level. Why does no one listen to me?” Sikong Qing clutched his wounds, speaking helplessly.

When Zhu Minglang had trapped these Guardians in the Grave Sword Mountain, the Spirit Glowing Dragon went berserk. It snapped bones and joints like twigs, totaling maybe not a hundred but certainly eighty. Half of the Guardians were individually broken by the Spirit Glowing Dragon. The remaining Chief Guardian, Sikong Yuantu, fought alone and could no longer wield the Sound Punishment Sword!

Sikong Yuantu’s face turned an ashen iron hue.

Why had he not realized before that the Guardians under his command were such useless trash?

A single Spirit Dragon had annihilated more than half of them!

However, Sikong Yuantu hadn’t been entirely ineffective.

At the very least, Sikong Yuantu now stood before Zhu Minglang. His swordsmanship was still formidable, even when Zhu Minglang used the Tomb Sinking Sword, Sikong Yuantu managed to break through the grave swords.

He was only five meters away from Zhu Minglang, his eyes burning with ferocity. Sikong Yuantu suddenly drew his sword, and the Sword Qi manifested in six layers, each as thin as paper–achievable only when one’s mastery of Sword Territory had reached a certain realm. The thinner the Sword Qi, the more powerful its cutting force–the paper-thin Sword Qi could probably split an entire city in the mortal world in half!

Zhu Minglang replaced his sword with a finger, pointing it towards Sikong Yuantu.

Sikong Yuantu sneered, feeling that Zhu Minglang had no ability to resist any longer.

But with that single pointing gesture, Sikong Yuantu suddenly felt an overwhelming surge of Sword Qi rushing towards him, like a mystical beast emerging from the void, pouncing straight at him.

The paper-thin Sword Qi was torn to shreds. And then, darkness fell before Sikong Yuantu’s eyes. In the darkness, a Crimson Sword pointed right in front of him, vast as the heavens and the earth, without an end in sight, its tip poking at the bridge of his nose. Just one more inch, and he would be utterly crushed to pieces!

Sikong Yuantu was mortified, hastily retracting all his Sword Power.

But the very act of exerting and then retracting force was incredibly damaging, and it might easily dislocate one’s own limbs.

With a sudden withdrawal of his sword, Sikong Yuantu dislocated his own arm.

Even so, Sikong Yuantu swiftly retreated backward, enduring the excruciating pain of his dislocated arm; he was convinced that if he didn’t, he would surely die!

Finally, Sikong Yuantu managed to retreat to a safe distance.

His pores dilated and sweat poured down like rain.

Focusing his eyes, Sikong Yuantu saw a Crimson Spirit Immortal Sword hovering in front of Zhu Minglang. The sword did not pursue, but stood as a special guardian, always a few steps away, protecting Zhu Minglang.

Sikong Yuantu, too, was a Sword God principal. He could feel the terrifying aura emanating from Zhu Minglang’s Spirit Immortal Sword, possibly reaching the utmost pinnacle of the God-principal level.

And Sikong Yuantu himself was merely a high-ranked Divine Master.

He looked around again, wanting to know if there was some Sword Immortal master hidden behind Zhu Minglang, as how else could one explain this Immortal Spiritual Sword protecting his body. But Sikong Yuantu did not see any hidden figures. If there were, he would have sensed their sword strike.

Not only did he fail to find the hidden master, but Sikong Yuantu also noticed something exceptional about this Immortal Spiritual Sword–it emitted a Dragon Breath!

“Sword Spirit Fairy Dragon??” Finally, Sikong Yuantu understood, a mixture of envy and anger showing in his eyes!

A Sword Spirit that could transform into a dragon actually existed in this world!

This was not a true Sword Spirit but a dragon that had transformed from a Sword Spirit!

No wonder Sikong Cheng had repeatedly emphasized that Zhu Minglang was skilled in swordsmanship; this was why the other party could employ such sword techniques!

“Just a Peak Xuanlong and a Peak Sword Spirit Dragon, no wonder this youngster looks down on any Immortal God!” Linghu Immortal Teacher also discerned the hidden intricacies in Zhu Minglang, his tone laced with a touch of chilliness.

In Yuheng God Territory, those who had reached the God principal level would generally be able to establish their sects and be ranked within the top twenty of Yuheng God Territory.

Zhu Minglang himself possessed both a Peak God King level Xuanlong and a Peak God King Cultivation Base Sword Spirit Dragon; such might was also rare in Yuheng Star Palace, and probably only the Five Great Sword Immortals could rein in Zhu Minglang.

“Linghu Shen, at this juncture, why the hesitation? I will hold back the Xuanlong. Sikong Yuantu and Jiang Que will together distract the Sword Spirit Dragon’s attention. Whether or not we get the Ten Thousand Years Condensing Immortal Thorn Flower depends on you!” Linghu Immortal Teacher said.

The strategy had changed!

After witnessing Zhu Minglang’s formidable strength, Linghu Immortal Teacher no longer harbored thoughts of defeating Zhu Minglang.

To Zhu Minglang, it was as though a Dragon Demon Master had abruptly emerged; their three factions’ joint efforts stood little chance of success. This harsh reality, though difficult to accept, did not elude Linghu Immortal Teacher’s rational mind.

If they snatched the Ten Thousand Year Coagulation and then fled in all directions, they would still be the victors in the end.

Linghu Shen had yet to make a move.

It seemed that facing so many people against a single Zhu Minglang was far from glorious, nor did he wish to step into such shamelessness.

But under the commands of an Immortal Master, Linghu Shen dared not disobey.

His power was not inferior to that of Chief Guardian Sikong Yuantu.

Moreover, the sword technique he learned was not the Guardian Sword Technique, but the true Yuheng Sword Technique of Yuheng Star Palace.

He executed the Star Illusion Body Technique and astonishingly flashed passed the Spirit Glowing Dragon. The Spirit Glowing Dragon immediately used the Nine Segments Instant Step to pursue, but even then it failed to keep up with Linghu Shen.

Linghu Shen appeared behind Zhu Minglang and in the moment he stopped, rings upon rings of azure Sharp Swords emerged around him, forming a stunning corolla that resembled a Thousand Petal Lotus.

Zhu Minglang turned around and, seeing Linghu Shen’s display of the sword technique Divine Skills, couldn’t help but laugh and said, “The Goddess of Yuheng Star once said that to learn the Heavenly Level Sword Technique, one must first castrate oneself. Linghu Shen, surely you aren’t the one who made such a sacrifice for the essence of the sword technique, are you?”

“This attire is a personal preference; it has nothing to do with your claim. Yuheng Sword Jue requires the practitioner’s constitution to be yin, tender, and cold. I am naturally endowed with a Cold Yin Body,” Linghu Shen explained.

“Oh, then indeed it isn’t suitable for me,” Zhu Minglang shook his head.

The Goddess of Yuheng Star did not deceive him; to learn some of the unique techniques of Yuheng Star Palace, constitution was a key factor, which is why people cared so much about whether a Jade Immortal would marry or not.

“Recently, I’ve also studied some sword techniques, which happen to include a move quite similar to yours,” Zhu Minglang continued.

Linghu Shen furrowed his brows–he hesitated for a moment and then slowed down the speed of executing his Divine Skills.

But soon, Linghu Shen noticed something amiss. As he looked towards Zhu Minglang’s back, he saw the Little White Dragon beside Zhu Minglang, not knowing when it had flown towards the Ten Thousand Years Condensed Flower and was voraciously devouring it, savoring every bite!

“You… were intentionally delaying the time!” Linghu Shen said angrily.

“One Time has already passed. You all have tried every means to hold back my dragons; who says I can’t delay your time as well?” Zhu Minglang laughed.

“There’s still half left!” panicked, Linghu Shen quickly drew his sword.

What they wanted was precisely half; as long as they seized the remaining half before the Little White Dragon could eat it, they would not have lost out!