Dragon Tamer
Chapter 1055 - Chapter 1055 Chapter 1059 Zhu Minglang Take the Sword

Chapter 1055: Chapter 1059: Zhu Minglang, Take the Sword Chapter 1055: Chapter 1059: Zhu Minglang, Take the Sword Zhu Minglang’s brow furrowed as he summoned the Thunder Emperor Purple Dragon and instructed it to carry the swaddled infant to another Earth Temple. Children who encountered such events, if not cleansed and bathed, would be tortured to death within a few short years by the evil defilement they were exposed to today…

“I’ve seen you before; you came during the day, too. Are you a god??” Wei Zhuo stared at Zhu Minglang and asked.

“Yes.” Zhu Minglang nodded.

“Are you here to convince me to let go as well?” Wei Zhuo continued to ask.

“I came to investigate the cause of your child’s death,” Zhu Minglang replied.

Wei Zhuo was stunned for a moment.

However, he was no longer the same old man who had lived a life of kindness; he had even begun to relish this power that surpassed that of the gods!

“Tell me, how did my child die?” Wei Zhuo demanded.

“An Evil Immortal, who specifically casts out certain objects, pretending they are divine blessings for the virtuous, when in fact, it’s a scheme to plunder the righteous folk’s lifespan, causing good men to die young. It was this Evil Immortal that your child encountered, and I am the god tasked with hunting and annihilating this Evil Immortal,” Zhu Minglang explained.

“So, it’s you who have come to deliver justice to me, not the monk??” Wei Zhuo hadn’t expected that more than one deity had visited his house that day.

“Yes, but now I must deliver justice for these people you have burned to death,” Zhu Minglang said with a heavy tone.

“It’s too late; you’re too late!!!” Wei Zhuo suddenly raged.

“No matter when I arrive, it is no excuse for you to mercilessly annihilate your neighbors,” Zhu Minglang said as he stepped forward.

“They all deserved to die! I treated them all like family, preferring to live in poverty myself, yet they behaved like wild wolves and vicious dogs!” Wei Zhuo cursed.

“Who granted you this power? If you do not wish for your ancestors to be cast into the Eighteen Levels of Hell, then tell me the whereabouts of this Evil Immortal. Although you’re beyond redemption, by assisting me in stopping this Evil Immortal from harming others, at least the second half of your family’s lives won’t suffer divine retribution,” Zhu Minglang told Wei Zhuo.

“It’s too late; I’ve told you, it’s already too late!!” Wei Zhuo suddenly bellowed maniacally.

Zhu Minglang realized something, took a few steps, and crossed over the low hedge. He glanced inside the house and saw an arm lying across the floor; farther away was a face pressed against the ground, ghastly pale, with eyes wide open–devoid of lustre but filled with lingering pain and helplessness!

It seemed to be Madam Wei, Wei Zhuo’s wife.

A whole family…

They were all dead!

They appeared as though their souls had been sucked out, dead like withered trees, eyes hollow, unable to close in peace.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Minglang already understood. He had intended to persuade Wei Zhuo one more time, considering the old man’s lifetime of kindness and virtue, but now there was no need for that.

A person might lose their reason in extreme anger, and under the corruptive influence of a long night, could become a god who abuses power in the name of vengeance; annihilating the neighbors who cursed him–there might still be some rationale and cause and effect in that. But if one were to sacrifice even their own family to the Evil Immortal, causing them eternal damnation, it had gone beyond the scope of what it means to be human!

A lifetime of good deeds and virtue had, in the end, turned into such an inhumane monster; everything he did today could easily overshadow any minor acts of kindness he had accumulated in the past.

The most terrifying part is that his inner evil had always been buried in his heart, even more sinister and mad than that of an ordinary person, and the only reason it hadn’t surfaced was that he hadn’t faced any real tests!

Cursing the heavens, curse killing gods, Zhu Minglang could understand both of these, but slaughtering neighbors had already reached the point of lost sanity, consumed by resentment, and sacrificing his own family members meant he had lost even the most basic of principles. Old Wei, who had lived a life of kindness and virtue, had become a monster, his heart filled with nothing but resentment and slaughter!!

“It’s all your fault, it’s all your fault!!”

“I’ve become what I am today, all because of you!!”

Wei Zhuo drew nearer to Zhu Minglang, his eyes appearing as if infested with countless red thread-like centipedes, emanating a deep hatred and poisonous aura akin to that of ghastly demons from the abyss.

He manipulated the Yin Fire, turning all the Yin Fire into thousands of venomous snakes of Yin Fire that swiftly slithered along the street like a hungry swarm bursting out of their nest, lunging at Zhu Minglang.

Zhu Minglang’s fingers formed a sword-like gesture, his mind uniting with the Sword Spirit Dragon.

The Sword Spirit Dragon in midair split into two, two into four, four into eight… In an instant, thousands of Sword Souls appeared around Zhu Minglang. They revolved around him like talismans, forming a magnificent Sword Soul barrier array!

As the Yin Fire snakes attacked, the Sword Souls struck back of their own accord. The quality of the Sword Souls now dwelling inside the Sword Spirit Dragon had greatly improved. Some of the more renowned Sword Souls were not inferior to those divine-level Flying Swords that had been tempered for ages, not to mention the most powerful Sword Inscription. They were even comparable to some Artifact Spirits of Godson or God General level.

The power Wei Zhuo had gained was borrowed, acquired through evil exchanges and the sacrifice of his family members. Perhaps because he had once been a good man among mortals, this transformation allowed him to wield Evil Immortal power so immense it could shake the very gods.

The Way of Evil Immortality, indeed, could not be measured with ordinary logic. Within the proper cultivation system, there was simply no way to transform from a mortal to a Demon God overnight!

Zhu Minglang was able to use the Sword Souls to fend off these Yin Fire attacks, but the Sword Spirit Dragon was unable to vanquish the Yin Fire. They were like specters without a true form, beyond the reach of ordinary sharp weapons.

The Yin Fire grew more and more fierce, morphing the venomous snakes into ravenous pythons, and if Wei Zhuo continued to cast spells like this, the Yin pythons might transform into a terrifying Yin Dragon!

Zhu Minglang now also had a headache.

To extinguish such dark forces, one would need to wield Divine Power, but in Fairy City Yuheng, if he woke the Divine Power of the Fu Chen Star, he would essentially be announcing his divine identity to the gods of Yuheng…

To expose his dangerous identity just to deal with a mere mortal who turned demonic was unwise.

“Zhu Minglang, catch the sword, use my Yin Yang Sword!” From a distance, Wen Lingfei, who was rescuing citizens, took note of the situation here and, without hesitation, threw her own sword into the sky.

Zhu Minglang hesitated for a moment, almost instinctively reaching out to grab the sword through the air.

But Zhu Minglang’s hand had already clenched tight, and at last, the Yin Yang Sword fell freely with a dazzling brilliance, crashing down.

“Clang!!!!!!”

The Yin Yang Sword made a heavy sound as it hit the ground, just like the most ordinary iron weapon you could find in any martial world…

“What are you doing, you don’t even know Sword Control?” Wen Lingfei asked in irritation from afar.

“I am a Dragon Shepherd!” Zhu Minglang replied.

Zhu Minglang was really at a loss.

He could only control the Sword Spirit Dragon, and he simply didn’t know how to control swords; it was nothing more than a perfect coordination through the mental connection between a Dragon Trainer and their dragon. He couldn’t wield anyone else’s sword unless he let the Sword Spirit Dragon consume Wen Lingfei’s Yin Yang Sword.