Dragon Tamer
Chapter 1082 - Chapter 1082 Chapter 1086 Red Striped Death Dragon

Chapter 1082: Chapter 1086: Red Striped Death Dragon Chapter 1082: Chapter 1086: Red Striped Death Dragon “Mr. Wei Xianzun, the disciples’ injuries cannot be healed with ordinary medical herbs; I fear the claws of those ancient eagles carry a toxic substance,” Linghu Shen approached and spoke to Wei Huan.

“There’s no need to report this to me, do you think we don’t have enough problems already? Usually, where poisonous creatures dwell, nearby will grow some sort of detoxifying plants and trees. Take some people with you and search the area,” Linghu Yunying instructed Linghu Shen.

“Yes, but the condition of the injured disciples seems quite poor, and hurrying on our way might not be appropriate right now,” Linghu Shen pointed out.

“I understand, deal with the poison issue first,” Wei Huan nodded.

Disciples sent to scout had mysteriously vanished, and the team was constantly harassed by ancient eagles. Moreover, many were poisoned. One must remember that these individuals had landed on The Ghost Mark Star from a chaotic stream of meteorites, already in a dire state. Some had not even set their bones yet…

“This place is too open, making it easy for the ancient eagles to target us. Even if we have to rest, we should find somewhere with forest cover. When I was high in the sky, I saw a green forest to our east. Shall we head there first?” Linghu Yunying proposed.

“That seems reasonable. Junior Master, could I trouble you to scout ahead? We need to at least know what obstructions lie to our southeast so we can be prepared,” Wei Huan requested of Zhu Minglang.

Out of the three Sword Immortals he’d encountered, Wei Huan was definitely the most polite.

Zhu Minglang would not refuse such a task; after all, he too needed to consider the safety of the group of female Sword Masters around him.

Unfamiliar and unknown territories posed extra danger when scouting.

However, to avoid the main force suffering substantial losses by falling into deep pitfalls, some had to venture ahead, even if it meant paving the way with their bodies.

Fortunately, Zhu Minglang had also spent time as a wilderness man in Ancient Mountain, so being cautious wasn’t an issue. Additionally, with Mr. Jinli, the walking encyclopedia beside him, he could receive crucial tips in vital moments.

“I can go alone, I can also make a quick escape if something goes wrong,” Zhu Minglang said.

After instructing Tang Zun and Lan Zun, Zhu Minglang set off in the southeast direction by himself.

The others followed Wei Huan towards the forest to the east. After all, this desert wasn’t just home to ancient eagles; some creatures that were not afraid of Dragon Breath also resided here. A large group of people walking in the open desert was like sheep and cattle in a vast plain–at least to the ancient eagles.

…

Zhu Minglang rode the Xuanlong, flying slowly in the southeast direction.

Since he was scouting, he couldn’t fly too high.

He also needed to clearly see if there were any nests of ferocious beasts on the ground, or even personally step on the ground to ensure the underlying layers weren’t hollow, so the main force wouldn’t be immediately surrounded when passing by.

Like the Moon Blessing White Dragon, the Xuanlong could both fly and run, and its strong limbs made it formidable as it raced across the vast desert, exuding a vigorous and awe-inspiring presence. Throughout the journey, Zhu Minglang spotted many strange beasts and monsters. However, the vast majority of them feared the Xuanlong and didn’t dare approach him.

In fact, Zhu Minglang could swagger through a group of exotic beasts as they parted ways for him, with some thinking the Xuanlong was about to prey on them, becoming so frightened that they went limp and lost the will to run.

Fortunately, on The Ghost Mark Star, while there were powerful species, there were also more ordinary ones–it wasn’t the case that a random wild ox would have the power to move mountains and shake the heavens.

“Wuuu~~~~~~”

At that moment, the handsome White Dragon patrolling the sky let out a dragon cry, informing Zhu Minglang of something abnormal up ahead.

“Let’s go have a look.”

Moon Blessing White Dragon led the way in the sky, and Zhu Minglang rode the Xuanlong toward that direction.

After flying over a mountain barrier, Zhu Minglang saw a large group of people at the foothill. They were arrayed in a defensive formation, and these people were essentially Sword Masters, each holding a thick Big Sword.

They were not members of Yuheng Star Palace. Judging by their garments and Sword Patterns, they seemed to be from Zhengting Sword Sect, worshippers of a Sword God who wielded a thunderous Sword.

Most of the people from God Territory of Yuheng had fallen onto this land, but the meteor shower was too intense. Even if they all departed from the same heavenly airflow, they could end up thrown into some unknown corner of The Ghost Mark Star.

Zhu Minglang did not rashly approach; instead, he stopped behind a high rock and silently observed.

“Don’t come over, don’t come any closer!!!”

Someone cried out in a sobbing scream, and from the voice, Zhu Minglang sensed a kind of fear that stemmed from the depths of the soul.

“Zhou Feng, what are you doing, Zhou Feng, why are you going over there!!”

From within the formation, which was originally defensive, suddenly a member stepped forward, unbelievably empty-handed, and walked outside of the group.

Around this group of people, there were no formidable beasts, just an Ancient Red Dragon covered in ancient red stripes…

This Red Dragon, clearly of a special breed, appeared not to be powerful enough to kill all these Zhengting Sword Sect members.

Nevertheless, these people from Zhengting Sword Sect were terrified as if facing a great enemy, all trembling, displaying absolutely no will to fight.

They clearly had encountered these Ancient Red-Striped Dragons before.

What was it that made them so fearful??

Zhu Minglang was utterly puzzled as he watched the unarmed man walking out of the formation.

The man’s steps were stiff, and from here Zhu Minglang could even see his face twisted in pain and fear. He kept shaking his head, clearly trying to break free from something, but his body continued to walk toward the Ancient Red-Striped Dragon.

One step after another, no matter how the Zhengting Sword Sect members shouted to him, this Zhou Feng, as if possessed, kept walking toward the Ancient Red-Striped Dragon.

Finally, the man named Zhou Feng arrived in front of the Ancient Red-Striped Dragon and knelt down as if revering and fearing a deity…

“Zhou Feng!!! Wake up!!!”

A Female Disciple screamed hoarsely.

She broke through the Formation, trying to save Zhou Feng, but the other people of Zhengting Sword Sect, terrified, held her back!

“Do you want to kill us all!!” an elder with white whiskers shouted angrily.

“This is an offering to the ancient gods; Zhou Feng has been chosen as a sacrifice, his soul already belongs to the Ancient Dragon God, how could we possibly stop it!”

“Don’t provoke the Red Striped Death Dragon, if any of us others were chosen…” another elder spoke.

The people from Zhengting Sword Sect were desperately trying to stop, not the male disciple Zhou Feng who was walking towards the Ancient Red-Striped Dragon, but the female disciple who wanted to save Zhou Feng.