"Hahahahaha, I thought you … Zhu Minglang was so capable that you could break the heavenly omen. In the end, you're just as useless as us. We're all going to die, we're all going to die. We're all pathetic ants!" Yan Guang laughed maniacally.
Yan Guang had no more scruples, probably because he knew he was about to die.
The person who was supporting him was none other than Fan Lu, who had thick eyebrows.
Her expression was a little stiff, as if she was afraid of death.
"Cough cough … Everyone, take care. I, Tu Wenhe, am powerless. If you are lucky enough to survive …" If you're lucky enough to survive, "said Tu Wenhe, who was coughing up blood on the back of the Ancient Bronze Dragon. His face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and he looked like he would die at any moment.
The keeper of order, Chang Hong, was already dead.
No one knew where his corpse was. It seemed like no one cared about the life of this greedy person.
"Young Uncle-Master, Young Uncle-Master!" Hao Ye ran over with the others.
Li Xinghua, Nan Lingsha, Fang Niannian, Zhi Rou, the Hu siblings, the Bronze Saber Army, and the Gray Wolf Cavalry all gathered here.
When the Heavenly Fire fell, everyone supported each other. That was why they were not killed by the Heavenly Fire like the wild beasts in the forest.
However, the Heavenly Fire was not targeted at them. They could avoid the Heavenly Fire, but they could not avoid the heavenly omen of the brown earth. The Dragon King, who had completed his ascension, would soon wash this place with blood!
Some cries came from the crowd. They were probably from the Bronze Saber Army and the Gray Wolf Cavalry.
In fact, they could also be considered as the natives of Raining Rain City. They were like tenacious grasses, growing tenaciously in this city that was swaying in the wind and rain.
Who would have thought that the Runyu City would not be destroyed by a powerful country, but by an undefiable heavenly omen?
"Young Master, we can hide in the ruins. Maybe …" said Li Xinghua.
Zhu Minglang shook his head. Just as he was about to speak, the crowd suddenly screamed in panic. Everyone in Runyu City, who wanted to surround each other for warmth, fled in different directions like crazy!
"That's true. It's meaningless." Li Xinghua smiled sadly, showing her open-mindedness toward life and death.
Above his head, the Innate Fiend Dragon, who had successfully passed the tribulation, dove straight down.
The Heavenly Fiend Dark Star Dragon was much more majestic and domineering than the Fiend Star Dragon that had wreaked havoc in the Raining Rain City. It had the aura of a true superior being that could look down on everything. No matter how large the army was or how deep the foundation of a faction was, they would all submit to the Dragon King's might.
The Innate Fiend Dragon landed in front of everyone. Its wings were folded to its sides like a Dark Star Sword Shield. It had no limbs, and its body was as coquettish as a snake. However, that did not diminish its power and nobility.
It stared at everyone with a cold aura. It was like the Grim Reaper standing behind everyone. The meaning of life was to harvest. Cowardice or fearlessness would all become the Grim Reaper's playthings!
"Sky … Sky Fiend Dragon, Dragon King!" The keeper of order, Yan Guang, was trembling all over. Fan Lu, who was supporting him, felt as if she was supporting a pile of mud that could collapse at any moment.
Yan Guang was the Principal of Divine Mortal Academy.
He was also the keeper of order in this land.
He could be said to be one of the strongest people in Tea Colored Land.
However, when he saw the Innate Fiend Dragon, it was as if his soul had flown away, leaving behind only a paralyzed body.
As for the ruler of Tu Country, the Hunter Country, Tu Wenhe, his face was ashen.
He knew that he could not escape, but he could not even put up a desperate fight. Both he and his Ancient Bronze Dragon had no strength left.
Was this the power of a King Level creature?
They could not even summon the will to resist. Their instinctive desire to win had disappeared. No matter how strong a cultivator was, they were like livestock waiting to be slaughtered. It was extremely sad.
"Everyone, relax a little …" Zhu Minglang saw the situation and realized that no one knew about the signing of the spirit pact. He hurriedly told everyone. "You trash.
Didn't you have the ability to kill the dragon with your sword? Why didn't you stop it? Why did you let it become the Dragon King? Why did you charge forward like a savior and use those fancy sword techniques? In the end, you still lost. You trash still have the face to ask us to relax and die! "At this moment, the one hundred thousand Brown Army's general, Su Tai, roared.
He vented his emotions without restraint, as if it was Zhu Minglang's fault for not being able to stop this calamity.
"That's right, we have placed all our hopes on you. Why didn't you stop it? It was you who allowed it to become the Dragon King, the Death God of all of us. It will kill all of us. I don't want to die, I don't want to die!" Someone from Divine Mortal Academy also jumped out to criticize Zhu Minglang.
Zhu Minglang scratched his head. This student from Divine Mortal Academy was right. He was the one who made the Fiendish Dragon become the Dragon King.
"Everyone, today, I, Zhu Minglang, am going to give birth to a Dragon King. I wonder if anyone has any good suggestions for me to give this Innate Fiendish Dragon a name that will strike fear into the hearts of our enemies. I'm really bad at naming." Zhu Minglang said.
"Young Uncle-Master, you're still thinking about naming a dragon at a time like this. Young Uncle-Master's calmness in the face of death is really …" Hao Ye, who was naturally a little dazed, suddenly realized that something was wrong. He hurriedly looked at the Innate Fiendish Dragon and then at Zhu Minglang.
The Innate Fiendish Dragon was standing behind Zhu Minglang.
Although it did look like the God of Death, why didn't it kill it??
"Young Uncle-Master, what did you just say? You're going to give birth to a Dragon King??" Hao Ye asked, dumbfounded.
"Yes, I helped it to pass through the Tribulation and it signed a spirit pact with me. Now, the Innate Fiendish Dragon is my fifth dragon pet!" Zhu Minglang's tone was so calm and composed, but his heart was the complete opposite of his expression, especially when he saw the shocked expressions on everyone's faces!
"You … you tamed it??" Tu Wenhe asked in disbelief.
"Otherwise, with the Innate Fiendish Dragon's speed of slaughter, everyone would be a pile of bones by now," Zhu Minglang said.
"Is that true?" Nan Lingsha looked at Zhu Minglang and asked seriously.
"Of course." Zhu Minglang smiled.
"Dean, dean, dean, are you alright??" Fan Lu screamed. No matter how hard she tried to support Yan Guang, Yan Guang still collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud!
The keeper of order, Yan Guang, seemed to have stopped breathing!
He only felt fear and humility when the Innate Fiendish Dragon descended, but he did not expect to die like this. It was as if the news that Zhu Minglang had tamed a Dragon King was even more unacceptable than the Innate Fiendish Dragon successfully passing through the Tribulation!
Tu Wenhe's expression was not any better.
Indeed, it was even worse than being killed by the Innate Fiendish Dragon!
The Innate Fiendish Dragon had become Zhu Minglang's dragon. It meant the person who had successfully passed the Tribulation was Zhu Minglang!
Zhu Minglang had become a King-level Dragon Herder, far surpassing his status as a Nation Hunter!
As for the people led by Su Tai who had called Zhu Minglang a piece of trash, they were dumbfounded. They even had the urge to bite their tongues and commit suicide …
They were just insulting a Dragon Herder who had a Dragon King!
They initially thought they had a chance to live, but now they had lost all hope!
How did things turn out like this!?
How did the Innate Fiendish Dragon become Zhu Minglang's dragon!?
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