Dragon Tamer
Chapter 1202 - Chapter 1202 Chapter 1206 Choose a Way to Die

Chapter 1202: Chapter 1206: Choose a Way to Die Chapter 1202: Chapter 1206: Choose a Way to Die “Are you the Rebel?”

“In fact, I don’t intend to waste words with you,” Zhu Minglang said.

“I know I’m no match for you, but you’ll have to pay a price if you want to get past me!” The one-eyed Arhat seemed to know something as he spoke with a determined look in his eye.

“Then you’re thinking too much. You probably can’t stop me for even one step,” Zhu Minglang said.

At this moment, Zhu Minglang had already stepped onto the Arhat Platform and was walking towards Hua Chou’s temple along the platform.

His steps indeed never halted, although not swift as flying, no matter how many White Monks were using their Divine Skills around him, they couldn’t make Zhu Minglang pause for half a step.

Zhu Minglang kept walking straight ahead, one White Monk after another was killed by the Refining Ash Black Dragon.

Hearing such arrogant words, the one-eyed Arhat suddenly slapped his hand on the Copper Lotus, taking flight, and his body seemed to be forged from bronze.

He charged toward Zhu Minglang, but when he was about ten steps away from Zhu Minglang, a purple tail swung down fiercely from above, accompanied by dense lightning, creating a splendid curtain of thunder.

The one-eyed Arhat was sent flying by this tail, and the curtain of thunder turned into a soft fabric, wrapping around his entire body. His body twitched from the electricity, and his bronze-like flesh turned charred black from the continuous lashings of lightning!

Like a thick piece of charred coal, the one-eyed Arhat was still writhing on the ground, trying to stand up, but quickly collapsed again.

Zhu Minglang walked past this one-eyed Arhat, who also saw a Purple Dragon above Zhu Minglang’s head; the Purple Dragon was like glorious lightning that ripped through the night sky. Its purple scales were releasing dense threads of lightning, weaving a Celestial Thunder Shield around Zhu Minglang.

Some White Monks tried approaching Zhu Minglang, but they too were electrocuted into convulsions.

“Value your life,” Zhu Minglang gave these words to the one-eyed Arhat, then continued towards the next Arhat Platform.

As Zhu Minglang left the Copper Lotus Arhat Platform, walking along the long path ahead, the White Monks had all been dealt with by the Refining Ash Black Dragon, leaving nothing but human wreckage on the ground.

The one-eyed Arhat was clearly an incurable believer. He crawled towards his precious Copper Lotus and began chanting some incantation within it.

By the time Zhu Minglang left, the one-eyed Arhat had already mummified at the Copper Lotus.

His body had turned into dark red ashes.

Zhu Minglang looked back and couldn’t help shaking his head.

These Arhats…

To kill or not to kill, the outcome was the same.

The strength of the Earthly Branch Monks was not particularly strong; Zhu Minglang could kill his way through without stopping.

However, the Earthly Branch Monks had a sort of Divine Skill of serving the deity–once an Earthly Branch Monk or a Heavenly Star Monk died, the strength of another Arhat on a different platform would enhance!!

Zhu Minglang didn’t know this before. He killed his way through and was stopped by the last Arhat at the Golden Sunflower Arhat Platform, where he lost both the Refining Ash Black Dragon and the Thunder Emperor Purple Dragon.

Of course, Zhu Minglang had also just tried to spare this one-eyed Arhat’s life.

If he didn’t die, he wouldn’t enhance the Mana of the Arhats behind him.

Yet the man was determined to throw away his life, offering his lifelong cultivation and precious life for his grand belief, all to be a stinking, hard stumbling block on Zhu Minglang’s path!

So be it.

Adhering to the principle of frugality, Zhu Minglang specially paused for a moment, turned back, and extended his palm, harvesting the soul of this Earthly Branch Arhat.

As for the White Robe Monks, forget it.

Wasting his own Spiritual Power, all their souls together weren’t worth one Arhat Soul Bead.

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Continuing forward, on the next lengthy path, one could still see many of God’s people, many worshippers.

Now that they knew someone had killed the first Arhat, they panicked and scattered to the side, staring at Zhu Minglang as if looking at the Demon Emperor coming from hell.

Zhu Minglang walked towards the second zodiac Arhat Platform, and sure enough, there was a Wine and Meat Arhat waiting for him.

“If I remember correctly, aren’t you the Wine God of Tianshu?” Zhu Minglang said to the Wine and Meat Arhat.

This was a greasy, grimy Arhat Platform, as big as a training ground, filled with plates of chicken, duck, fish, and meat, each so large and oily it was surprising. Besides that, there were jar after jar of neatly arranged wine, some as small as a palm, but some wine jars were as big as rice barrels, the most exaggerated being the one the Wine and Meat Arhat was sitting on, like a pool.

The Wine and Meat Arhat was soaking in this wine jar.

As Zhu Minglang spoke to him, the Wine and Meat Arhat slowly climbed out, burping from the alcohol.

“I am… the Wine God… you are that Zhu Qingzhuo… the one who made a name for himself in Xuange God Capital…” The Wine God sat on top of the wine vat and looked at Zhu Minglang with bleary, drunken eyes.

“Why do you choose to be Hua Chou’s dog?” Zhu Minglang said.

“Otherwise, what? To be your dog? It makes a difference whose dog I am,” said the Wine God.

“What’s the difference? Tell me,” Zhu Minglang asked.

“The difference is, I am now the God principal!” The tone of the Wine God changed, exuding a sense of superiority.

Here with the Wine God, there were no White Monks and no other Martial Monks.

He was the only one guarding this place.

The Wine God seemed to have the confidence that he alone could crush the Renegade!

“Alright then, choose a way to die.” Zhu Minglang extended his palm, displaying various Dragon Imprints.

The Dragon Imprints had different colors, like glowing sprites spiraling around Zhu Minglang’s palm.

Zhu Minglang’s action was similar to an old man selling colorful candies, letting the child in front of him choose a favorite color and flavor.

“I know your strength, and I know you are powerful, but without calling forth your Main Dragon, I can still kill at least three of your Divine Dragons…” the Wine God said.

“I told you, you pick one,” Zhu Minglang said.

“Heh, how arrogant!”

“If you don’t pick, then I’ll choose one for you at random.” Zhu Minglang closed his eyes, then flicked one of the rotating small imprints with a finger from his other hand.

Whatever was chosen, would be it.

It was a dusky imprint which, once selected by Zhu Minglang, flew out quickly expanded and transformed into a gray and eerie Door of the Spiritual Domain.

Out of the door, a Dark Dragon emerged.

It was very clear about its target; after leaving the Door of the Spiritual Domain, the Dark Dragon spread its wings and rushed towards the Wine God on the massive wine vat!

Seeing the Dark Dragon pounce, the drunkenness vanished from the Wine God’s face.

He hurriedly lifted a wine vat and smashed it fiercely towards the Dragon!

The vat shattered, followed by a river-like surge of wine rushing out, its sweeping force far exceeding that of ordinary floods.

The wine flood instantly submerged the streets, and the Dark Dragon was engulfed by this majestic tide of wine, but the wine’s force could not repel it. The Dark Dragon directly passed through the tide, biting the Wine God and lifting him into the air.

“My Dragon also likes to drink lavishly; only it drinks blood. Against me, your biggest advantage is choosing a way to die, but it seems you’re out of luck, running into my Heavenly Slaughter Dragon that has just ascended to Divine Monarch,” Zhu Minglang said with a smile to the Wine God being carried into the sky.