Dragon Tamer

“Excellent swordsmanship!” Zhu Minglang, gazing at the sword tomb blanketing the mountains, praised loudly.

He finally didn’t have to worry about an army of demonic beasts surging up; this Sword Tomb suppressed everything, even for a Barbarian Demon Lord of such rank to step over the mountain formation was difficult, let alone other demons.

Having caught his breath, Zhu Minglang turned around, only to see a group of White Robe Sword Sect members around him all staring at him with shining eyes, which actually made him feel a bit uneasy.

What’s happening??

Aren’t those people down there from the Summoning Demon Sect? Why are all you white-clad swordsmen looking like you’re possessed, your eyes devoid of normal human emotions and luster??

“Old master, I think not even a heaven-sent grave could contain these frenzied followers of the Summoning Demon Sect, so a spectacular group of tombs was given to them. Your sword technique is not only powerful but also has great significance; I really like it, and thank you for teaching me!” Zhu Minglang bowed respectfully to the white-haired master and spoke sincerely.

Primarily because the white-haired master looked like a normal person.

But Zhu Minglang misunderstood; it was only because the white-haired master was too old, his facial expressions, and the sparkle in his eyes not as rich as those of younger people—he was feeling waves inside as tumultuous as the sea of clouds in the sky.

Those who knew their stuff realized even more how difficult it was to establish this grouping of Sword Tombs.

I only taught you once, and you just had to mimic it; I didn’t ask you to get fancy with it!!

“The biggest helplessness of aging is to watch familiar people turn into cold stone tombs one by one. Beneath this sorrow and solitude, I have realized the Tomb Sinking Sword and spent ten years simplifying it… Yet, you managed to improve upon it on your first try and exhibit an even higher realm of spirit,” the white-haired master let out a long sigh and finally smiled in acceptance.

The saying ‘youth will surpass the old’ doesn’t fit this young man in the least—it’s more like ‘youth so terrifying that the elderly can’t enjoy their twilight years in peace’!!

There’s no end to cultivation; seeing Zhu Minglang like this, a wave of passion and a fighting spirit surged within the white-haired master. Seeing someone use the Tomb Sinking Sword even better, he couldn’t help but want to discuss and spar with him, and he was even more eager to travel the world once more with this sword technique, leaving no regrets.

But this aged body…

“It’s all thanks to the master’s detailed teaching. Without the master’s realm as a grand master, it would be impossible for someone to learn it at a glance,” Zhu Minglang replied modestly.

“?????” A group of disciples, deacons, hall masters, and elders from the White Robe Sword Sect all turned red in the face.

Only you learned it, alright!!!

The Sword Manor sealed the mountain, and the Summoning Demon Sect assembled thousands, planning to take advantage of any weakness, yet up till now, they hadn’t even entered the manor grounds.

The Barbarian Demon Lord had already been pressed to the ground, sweating profusely as if carrying a massive mountain on his back.

However, not everyone was unable to cross Zhu Minglang’s Sword Tomb formation; one could see a strange man with a pale face and two red dots between his eyebrows stepping over the Barbarian Demon Lord’s body.

A dark brown aura hovered around him, making him completely immune to the heavy force field of Zhu Minglang’s Sword Tomb.

“Truly worthy of being the leader of these demon cultists, he’s got some skills,” Zhu Minglang noted from afar.

Back at the inn, Zhu Minglang had felt that this person’s aura was different, his spiritual sense much stronger than the others’, almost pulling him out from beneath his Charm Shadow Clothes.

“It’s Demon Lord Lujiang, be very careful.” Ye Youying obviously had a natural fear of this man.

“What is his demonic beast?” Zhu Minglang asked.

“He should have an Immortal Ghost.” Ye Youying said.

An Immortal Ghost?

Zhu Minglang looked at Demon Lord Lujiang who was approaching.

Although he was just walking slowly, it seemed as if he was quickly closing in on the Sword Manor. Zhu Minglang was wondering why this summoning demon master didn’t summon his demonic beast first when suddenly, an inexplicable sense of panic surged in his heart. Zhu Minglang immediately looked down at his feet.

The mountain flat was wide, originally covered with large slabs of stone, but at some unknown moment, these slabs began to display strange brown patterns. The solid stone platform seemed to turn into a brown muddy surface. Worse yet, something was trying to kill its way up from under the ground!

This killing intent was so strong, like a devil’s mouth devouring living people, not that it was opening its jaws to bite everyone, but rather everyone had been swept into its alimentary canal. In this mountain flat, including Zhu Minglang, everyone was facing this deadly fear!

“The Immortal Ghost is beneath our feet!!” Ye Youying exclaimed in shock.

Zhu Minglang’s face darkened. He didn’t dare to hold back his strength any longer and immediately had the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon, which was lurking nearby, take action!

The Heavenly Slaughter Dragon emerged from the void, its Dark Crystal Horn emitting deep-colored electrical light that spread from its spine to its tail!

Tail of the Underworld Lamp!

The Heavenly Slaughter Dragon smashed its Underworld Lamp tail heavily onto the mountain flat’s ground. The light of the Underworld Lamp spread out, colliding with the terrifying aura of the Immortal Ghost. In an instant, the ground cracked, and Demonic Qi gushed out from under the ground like hot steam!

The Immortal Ghost, realizing the terror of the Dragon Tail Nether Lamp, finally gave up devouring. It fled toward the mountain steps, and its verdigris body slowly emerged!

Zhu Minglang looked and saw that the Immortal Ghost was missing an arm, but even so, the ghostly aura oozing from its entire body was still chilling to the bone. Its body appeared to be made from a collage of pillars, broken walls, roots, and rock platforms, like an ancient ruin given life, standing, moving, and trampling like a god of the relics!

Zhu Minglang couldn’t help but take a sharp intake of breath. This thing was not like the River Immortal Ghosts or the Temple Immortal Ghosts he had encountered before—this creature was a true Earth-level Immortal Ghost!!

“That Demon Arm…” Several members of the Sword Sect suddenly realized something and stared at the incomplete arm of the Ground Immortal Ghost.

Could it be that the Red-bearded Demon Lord only controlled a single arm of the Ground Immortal Ghost? With just this Demon Arm, he could contend with their Master Zheng Mei. How powerful then must the true Ground Immortal Ghost be???

“In front of the true Earth God, you are nothing but domesticated poultry, livestock kept within a specific area. The only value you have is to be slaughtered on the day of the heaven sacrifice!” Demon Lord Lujiang was already walking up the mountain path, standing on the other Demon Arm of the Ground Immortal Ghost.

The Demon Arm slowly opened a mouth and swallowed Demon Lord Lujiang. Most of Demon Lord Lujiang’s body merged into the Demon Arm of the Ground Immortal Ghost, leaving only his head exposed, his face strangely covered with Earth Charms!

Whether he is a true Earth God or not, this scene was truly bizarre and nauseating!!

“You’re like a maggot that’s burrowed into a pot.” Zhu Minglang said to Demon Lord Lujiang.