Translator: Exodus Tales
Editor: Exodus Tales
Translated by Mianbao
Edited by RED
“Yo…!” The White Ice Morning Dragon let out a long cry, spreading his elegant main wings, looking like an ice phoenix from the legends.
A wave of cold air spread out from his snowy feathers, sweeping the ravaged woods like a quick and ferocious storm. The evaporating cold water froze at a speed visible to the naked ice, condensing into incredibly tough icy frost!
Crackle, crackle…
The trees froze, the rocks froze, and the white frost all over the ground suppressed the Gilded Fire Dragon’s heat wave. Even the water pythons restraining the Gilded Fire Dragons were frozen into rings of ice!
The rings of ice were strong as shackles, binding the Gilded Fire Dragon tightly, leaving it unable to get up.
Teacher Duan Lan glanced over at Zhu Minglang, a hint of joy on her face.
Seeing this rare chance, Ke Bei immediately took a few steps and reached out his left hand, his palm facing the ground, and activated his spirit domain.
The pattern of his spirit domain’s imprint appeared in his palm, reflected on the soil right in front of him. The ground suddenly started roiling immediately.
Rocks and soil flew about. What Ke Bei was Summoning was a Mud Dragon. Even though it was weaker than an Eagle Dragon, a Mud Dragon possessed an incredibly tough body, and was able to withstand the Gilded Fire Dragon’s full-powered attacks.
They were ambushed, after all, and he didn’t have an opportunity to Summon his other dragon. If it wasn’t for both the White Ice Morning Dragon and the Deep River Dragon restraining the Gilded Fire Dragon, Ke Bei wouldn’t have dared to activate his imprint so lightly. Summoning required a little bit of time, as well as the Dragon Tamer’s full concentration!
“Teacher Ke Bei, watch out!” Zhu Minglang shouted suddenly.
Ke Bei was about to finish his Summoning, but he felt a chill at that moment, like someone was swinging a cold blade at him from behind!
He turned around, and saw a sharp claw!
That claw didn’t have any bones. It was like a scythe chopping at him!
A short distance away, Zhu Minglang saw this scene unfolding. Alas, he didn’t have any other dragons with him. If the crocodile spirit was present, he could buy some time for Ke Bei…
Shua!
The scythe claw sliced into Ke Bei’s chest, fresh blood spilling.
Ke Bei fell on the ground, rolling, but the Scythe-Clawed Dragon had no intention of letting him get away!
It caught up to Ke Bei in just a few steps, stabbing its other claw into his abdomen. Afterwards, the Scythe-Clawed Dragon lifted Ke Bei high up in the air, flaunting its trophy!
The Scythe-Clawed Dragon’s nature was very similar to Luo Xiao’s personality.
No one knew when he had Summoned this bloodthirsty creature. It seemed to have been waiting in the surrounding area, waiting for this opportunity!
Ke Bei didn’t die immediately as he was being held up by the claw. His blood-filled eyes opened wide, looking in Zhu Minglang’s direction, and cried out with much difficulty, “Run… run…”
“All of you have to die!” Luo Xiao screamed again. This time, his target was Zhu Minglang.
Luo Xiao was a bloodthirsty maniac, but his mind was very clear.
He was very well aware that the strongest among the trio was Ke Bei. His first target was him. From his initial ambush in the air, to the timing and sequence of his targets…
Even though the White Ice Morning Dragon had threatened Luo Xiao’s life, he didn’t let the Scythe-Clawed Dragon show itself, all for the sake of dealing a fatal blow to Ke Bei at this crucial moment!
“Yu…!”
Baiqi noticed the Scythe-Clawed Dragon. He beat his wings in Zhu Minglang’s direction, raising a gust of wind.
The velvet under his wings flew along with the wind, turning into sharp icy spikes, shooting towards the Scythe-Clawed Dragon in a growing spread.
The Scythe-Clawed Dragon was far weaker than the Gilded Fire Dragon, and was obviously a creature that specialized in ambushing. Baiqi had already reached his growth phase, and his strength was not inferior to the weaker Dragon Generals. The ice spikes came flying horizontally with the gust of wind, like a storm of ice stalagmites, sealing all routes of attack available to the Scythe-Clawed Dragon.
The Scythe-Clawed Dragon had originally planned on cutting both Ke Bei and Zhu Minglang down, but now it had no choice but to give up on killing Zhu Minglang.
The ice spikes came in great numbers. The Scythe-Clawed Dragon was already trying to retreat, but some of the ice spikes found their target, plunging into its back.
The Scythe-Clawed Dragon let out pained cries, immediately escaping into the dense woods, no longer showing itself.
Regrettably, if a few more ice spikes had hit it, they would have frozen the Scythe-Clawed Dragon’s back muscles, making it run stiffly.
“Baiqi, leave!” Zhu Minglang shouted decisively after shooting a glance at the Gilded Fire Dragon, who was trying to break free from the ice locks.
The White Ice Morning Dragon glided at a low altitude, flying toward Zhu Minglang. The latter grabbed onto the White Ice Morning Dragon’s claw and took off.
“Teacher Duan Lan, stop fighting!”
Duan Lan had yet to recover from Ke Bei’s tragic death. It was only when Zhu Minglang and the White Ice Morning Dragon came flying in front of her that she reached out to catch Zhu Minglang’s hand.
“Gulu!…”
The Scythe-Clawed Dragon didn’t intend on letting them take off. The fierce carnivorous dragon climbed up a huge tree at an exaggerated speed and jumped off the tree’s crown, its scythe-like front claws swiping ruthlessly in the air. It slashed coldly at both Zhu Minglang and Duan Lan, who were hanging under the White Ice Morning Dragon.
“Ao!!!”
The Deep River Dragon appeared in the nick of time, swinging its tail up from the ground, smacking the Scythe-Clawed Dragon away.
The Scythe-Clawed Dragon cried miserably as it fell into a pile of rocks, bleeding all over.
“Teacher Duan Lan, recall your Deep River Dragon, quick!” Zhu Minglang hurriedly reminded her.
Once they were out of range, the Deep River Dragon would be left behind. They didn’t dare stop for even a moment. If the Gilded Fire Dragon broke free, every one of them could forget about leaving alive!
Duan Lan extended her palm out. An imprint appeared on her palm, and a huge imprint immediately appeared around the Deep River Dragon like a gigantic Summoning gateway, allowing it to cross as it wished.
The Deep River Dragon immediately flew into the Summoning imprint, entering Duan Lan’s spirit domain before the White Ice Morning Dragon flew too far away.
“You think you can run away?” Luo Xiao laughed.
The Gilded Fire Dragon used its flames to melt the ice locks. Its limbs were a little numb from the cold, but it’d quickly recover its battle strength after spitting some flames at them.
Crawling stiffly up to its feet from the cold, the Gilded Fire Dragon was about to spread its wings and give chase, but they suddenly heard a roar, followed by a mad Mud Dragon charging at the Gilded Fire Dragon!
“Bastard, you’re looking to die!” Luo Xiao roared angrily.
That Mud Dragon was the second dragon Ke Bei had Summoned before his death. The Eagle Dragon had died, and its master, Ke Bei was also gone. The Mud Dragon could have escaped into the woods, but at this moment, it looked furious, like it wanted to avenge its master!
Alas, the Mud Dragon was only at the Dragon Child rank. Fighting against an upper-class Dragon General was like throwing an egg at a rock.
The reason Luo Xiao was so angry was because this sturdy Mud Dragon had interfered with his chance to kill Zhu Minglang and Duan Lan!