"Immortal Ghost God, please spare my life. Please spare my life. I can give you anything you want, as long as you spare my life …" Pu Shiming was so scared that his legs turned to jelly. He knelt on the ground, as if he had offended a god in a temple.
There was a rumor among the people that Immortal Ghosts were gods. They were the incarnations of gods that were not protected by natural disasters. Zi Zonglin must have done something that angered both humans and gods. That was why he had been trampled on by the gods.
As a member of Zi Zonglin, Pu Shiming had naturally heard of this rumor.
He had scoffed at it at first, thinking that it was just a bunch of old demons pretending to be gods. But now that he had succumbed to the enemy's power, Pu Shiming was no different from those so-called fools. He kept kowtowing, hoping for a chance to live.
"I didn't know that Prince Pu, the pride of the entire Polar Court Continent, would believe in those ridiculous ghosts and gods." At that moment, a familiar voice came from the darkness.
Pu Shiming was stunned. He slowly raised his head. His hair was a little messy, and his forehead and face were covered in dirt.
To show his sincerity, he kowtowed very hard.
But when Pu Shiming saw a person walk out of the darkness, he realized that this person was the person he had ordered to kill. His face was full of fear and shock.
"Zhu Minglang!" Pu Shiming couldn't help but exclaim.
"Are you glad that I'm not an Immortal Ghost?" Zhu Minglang asked with a smile.
"Why are you pretending to be gods?" Pu Shiming was furious. His face was as red as a pig's liver.
As soon as he said this, Pu Shiming suddenly saw a demonic snake-like Dragon of Darkness appear behind Zhu Minglang. Its slender body wasn't as seductive as most evil snakes. Instead, it had a terrifying sense of strength and power.
Its extraordinary feather scales glowed with a rare divine light. Sometimes it was colorful, sometimes it was dark and deep. Its entire body was like black demonic jade. Its skin was crystal clear and smooth. Only its tail and neck had some dragon whiskers, but it still had the aura of a king.
Its wings were folded, and its fangs were slightly exposed. There was still the blood of its two purple dragons on them.
Pu Shiming couldn't help but look at his two purple dragons. He was shocked to find that the Saint Lion Purple Dragon and the Silver Tail Purple Dragon had been sucked dry of all their blood. Their bodies were dried up like pieces of flesh that had been dead for a long time!
The Heaven Fiend Dragon licked his lips and wiped away the remaining dragon blood on the corner of his mouth.
Although it would usually vaporize the blood and let its wings absorb the blood and Qi, the Heaven Fiend Dragon did not mind entering the cave personally if it encountered a top-grade nourishment like the purple dragon.
Drinking the blood of some wasteful creatures like the Stone Immortal Ghost was just a way to fill one's stomach.
Gnawing on the Purple Dragon's blood vessels, that was what a good meal was!
"Dragon … Dragon … Dragon King!!" Pu Shiming's face was filled with shock as he spoke in a tone of disbelief.
"Don't you think it's better to meet an immortal ghost?" Zhu Minglang laughed again.
Dragon King!
It was a Dragon King that even Pu Shiming was going crazy to get his hands on!
If he had the Dragon King, he believed that the entire dynasty would view him as a Heaven's Chosen One. No matter if it was Lady Pu or Zi Zonglin, they would spend all their resources on him …
However, even if he did not have a Dragon King, Pu Shiming still believed he would reach the same level sooner or later. He was confident about it.
However, his confidence was completely shattered when he saw Zhu Minglang showing up with a Dragon King!
Anyone could have a Dragon King, but not Zhu Minglang.
He was clearly a monk who had only become a Dragon Herder a few years ago!
"Impossible, impossible, impossible …" Pu Shiming kept repeating the same words. He was in a worse state than when he was repeating the word 'shameless'.
"Nothing is impossible. I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it," Zhu Minglang said.
"You don't dare to kill me. If you kill me, it'll be the same as provoking a war between the Zhu Sect and the Pu Sect. Do you think the Zhu Sect can withstand the wrath of the Pu Sect and Zi Zonglin? Do you think the dynasty will let you go? Yes, I admit that I want to kill you, but so what? You're still alive, but if I die … "Pu Shiming shouted angrily.
"It doesn't matter. Everyone will think it's the work of an immortal ghost. Anyway, enough people from Zi Zonglin have died on this land. One more won't make a difference. Next time, be a broad-minded person. If you can't do it, be someone who doesn't want to provoke Zhu Minglang. I'm also a narrow-minded person. "Zhu Minglang snapped his fingers, ordering the Innate Fiend Dragon to carry out the punishment.
The Innate Fiend Dragon moved its head closer, not giving Pu Shiming a chance to struggle. It bit at Pu Shiming's head.
Pu Shiming was facing a Dragon King. The powerful aura made him feel like he was being held by a giant, squeezing him crazily.
He couldn't resist at all. His eyes were filled with the fear of death.
"Wait." Suddenly, Zhu Minglang stopped the Innate Fiend Dragon.
Pu Shiming's body was like mud, about to collapse.
"I forgot to ask you a question. Why are you so angry as if I've made you a cuckold? Are you really sick? "Zhu Minglang asked.
"What … What did you say …" Pu Shiming's voice was shaking.
"Zhu Xuehen. You're infatuated with her. Why are you targeting me?" Zhu Minglang asked.
"Hehe, hehehe, don't you know?" Pu Shiming laughed, but there was no smile on his face. He looked extremely ugly.
Zhu Minglang sank into a short period of contemplation.
The Innate Fiend Dragon kept its mouth open, its saliva dripping onto Pu Shiming's face.
Zhu Minglang was still thinking, but he waved his hand casually.
Crunch!
The dragon bit down. Pu Shiming's blood splattered everywhere. He was already a pile of mud, so he didn't even struggle.
The Innate Fiend Dragon didn't eat humans, so it just bit them to death.
It wasn't interested in human blood, either. Even if the person's cultivation was equivalent to a ten-thousand-year-old Sacred Spirit, their blood wasn't clean.
After taking care of these people, the next step was to clean up the crime scene.
Luckily, Zhu Minglang had purposely preserved the blood of a 13,000-year-old Immortal Ghost. He dripped the blood deep into the soil. The special blood would seep to the bottom layer and leave behind the skin and footprints he had collected. Zhu Minglang was familiar with the process. He soon set up the crime scene as if an Immortal Ghost had committed the crime.
Pu Shiming's actions were all a last-minute decision.
Similarly, Zhu Minglang's revenge was also a last-minute decision.
If they wanted to investigate, they wouldn't be able to trace it back to him. Even if they found out it was a man-made crime and not an Immortal Ghost, they wouldn't suspect a mere dragon master like him.
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