Dragon Tamer

Chapter 721: Chapter 723: Heavenly Scar Sword

Pain no longer had any meaning for the Sparrow Wolf God, Shang Bai. His terrifying eyes fixated dead on Zhu Minglang, revealing a madness and agony tinged with a hint of frenzy and excitement.

He seemed to be looking forward to Zhu Minglang’s decision, understanding him as someone who would risk his life for the common people!

But he must be so unwilling, clearly a candidate for deity status, nurtured by the World Dragon Gate and even capable of becoming a divine being on his own. Yet he couldn’t disappoint the masses of the Supreme Court, this choice must be painful, must be torturous!

The Sparrow Wolf God, Shang Bai, took extreme pleasure in witnessing Zhu Minglang suffer this pain and torment, especially since the torment was personally inflicted by him!!

“Look at these pitiful mortals, all yearning for your salvation, you are a candidate deity of the Supreme Court, shouldn’t you for their sake…”

“Swish!!!!!!!!”

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A fierce sword strike was unleashed, enveloping a layer of Zhu Minglang’s inner rage within the Divine Blood Sword, which could be seen as fiery and scorching hot as the blazing sun!

The Blood Fire Sword of God struck the Sparrow Wolf God’s head, shattering his desiccated skull into dust!!

His skull also contained nothing but bloody sand, which, upon being scattered, drifted about and before it could fully disperse, amazingly reassembled into the face of the Sparrow Wolf God!

“Hahahaha, you are no different from me, you are no different from me!!!”

“You should call me master, it was I who taught you the most important step to becoming a divine being!!!”

“Do you think you’re the only one who has pity for the mortals? The previous incarnation of the Sparrow Wolf God didn’t even have a city of tranquility. It was I who built the Divine City of the Sparrow Wolf God, providing billions of forsaken people a place to shelter!”

“From pity to active salvation, after saving them, you are dragged down by their weakness, stupidity, and sluggishness, hampering your cultivation. The worship and offerings they give, in which they themselves don’t even believe, are of no help to you, yet you rush about for the suffering they endure due to their unwillingness to progress. Because of them, you alone endure various divine tribulations amidst anger and frustration.”

“In the end, you will choose indifference, and after indifference comes disgust for these foolish mortals. When you become disgusted with them, you will find that they actually do offer some help in your cultivation. Then, you will be just like me.”

“Very good, you have already leaped over the laughable stages of pity, salvation, and indifference, those excruciating phases. You are more perceptive than I was. You’re already willing to let them die for your own sake! Enjoy this enlightenment I’ve bestowed upon you, given to you by me, Shang Bai. We shall meet again, and when we do, we will be kindred spirits, confidants!!”

The sand face sneered, its laughter unbridled and exhilarating, just as the Sparrow Wolf God said, as if he’d found a soulmate!

“I take back what I said earlier, you’re not an exceptional trash deity, you’re completely a pile of filthy, stinking, feeble, and ridiculous divine slag. Look at your Sparrow Wolf Star, it no longer deserves to hang high in the clean and bright firmament. Anyone with a bit of cultivation base spits towards the sky, and the Sparrow Wolf Star will wag its tail to catch it, just like you regard filth as nobility, cowardice as wisdom, and your boundless exploitation and oppression as great growth…”

“You presume to be my life mentor?”

“My mature, healthy, and righteous worldview is enough for you, trash, to study for a lifetime!”

“If thoughts had realms, I, Zhu Minglang, would be a saint, and you, a fly. Even my most vulnerable moment in my philosophy is cloud-high, unattainable even if you sought enlightenment and Buddha for countless eons!”

Zhu Minglang struck with his sword again, resonating with hundreds of Sword Souls, turning the Sword Spirit Dragon Sword blood-red. As Zhu Minglang’s blade swung toward the sand face of the Sparrow Wolf God, the Blood Blade soared to the heavens, overwhelmingly mighty!

After beheading the Sparrow Wolf God’s face of sand, Zhu Minglang swung his sword toward the god’s body, which looked like a dried-up skeleton!

“The soul stinks of evil, and no amount of cultivation into a deity can change the essence of filthy maggots.”

“If all the celestial deities in the sky were like you, I would rather darkness reign forever!”

“If the moon above and the shining sun also disregard the common folk and mock humanity as you do, I will extinguish them together!”

“However many gods like this there are, that’s how many I will slaughter!!”

With each successive strike, the Blood Blade left majestic sword scars across heaven and earth. These scars seemed to be the raging fury in Zhu Minglang’s heart, which, with the last sword swung mightily, caused the sword scars of the world to tremble intensely. Holy Flame seared the soul and burst forth with a true radiance of God’s Light, cutting the filthy body of the Sparrow Wolf God to pieces!!!

The Sparrow Wolf God’s corporeal form was utterly annihilated, his lingering soul fragments drifting toward the blood-stained sand that permeated the air.

Still unwilling to concede, he risked the complete obliteration of his spirit and form, demanding all present to die with him in his funeral!

The earth was blood-red, made even more grotesque and shockingly sinister by the devouring and extraction of the bodies of over a million people.

Zhu Minglang’s rage had slain the Sparrow Wolf God, but the god was frantically seizing the lives of everyone present.

Warriors from the Zhu Gate died in swathes, the Royal Family’s Imperial Guards did not escape, and the commoners of Dawn were like chaff, completely pulverized under the double ravages of the Frost of the Ice Sky and the world’s sandstorms. Hardly a few could survive!

Zhu Minglang himself underwent a baptism of this dreadful catastrophe of the mad god. The Moon Blessing White Dragon and the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon both spread their wings, embracing Zhu Minglang beneath their feathers for protection, but their own feathers were shorn away, and their skin torn, they clenched their teeth but refused to fall.

Seeing Bai Qi and the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon desperately protecting him, Zhu Minglang’s eyes were also filled with helplessness.

If this continued, Bai Qi and the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon would be scraped away to nothing but bones, meaning the outcome of this battle would be the death of Bai Qi and the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon while protecting himself. And probably only ten to twenty percent of the entire Imperial City would survive.

The Catastrophe of the Mad God.

While Zhu Minglang had succeeded in slaying the god, the cost was something he could not accept… Zhu Minglang saw a figure who, though clad in five demi-god castings for protection, was battered and on the brink of death amidst the crimson maelstrom, in an effort to shield the people of the Zhu Gate.

“Yu~~~~~~~”

The Moon Blessing White Dragon bowed its head down, with all its wings broken and back shattered, but there was not a hint of pain in its pair of clear eyes, only a sense of reluctance to part from Zhu Minglang.

“It’s okay, it will be over soon. It’s my fault, I didn’t protect you all well enough…”

One hand stroked the deer-like dragon muzzle of Little Bai Qi, the other hand caressed the forehead of the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon.

Little Bai Qi would protect him at all costs, Zhu Minglang knew well, but he never expected the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon, who would rebel every other day, to also protect him with its body beneath the blood sand of the mad god.