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“Storm Phantom Feather, combined with Bai Qi’s Riding the Wind and ice control techniques, is so tyrannically powerful!”

Seeing those Dragon Generals beaten up by Bai Qi’s dragon technique to the extent of no unharmed spot, a smile appeared on Zhu Minglang’s face.

This special feather obtained from the Dragon Taming Academy had actually grown stronger alongside Bai Qi’s growth and evolution.

It gave Zhu Minglang another potent weapon to kill enemies with, in addition to the Armor Shadow Body Protection he crafted for himself.

After all, any equipment that could be armed onto a dragon pet could also be used by the Dragon Shepherd himself!

The Storm Phantom Feather had also been amplified due to Bai Qi’s evolution, which was equivalent to Zhu Minglang holding a tool of Dragon Lord Level in his hand now…

With this assurance, Zhu Minglang stood still, seemingly focusing all his attention on the battle between Bai Qi and those Dragon Generals, but in reality, he was sneering secretly in his heart.

Someone was stealthily approaching.

This sneaky fellow could be none other than Du Cheng.

Du Cheng’s divine skills were close to Ghost Power, and he could even split off a puppet to bewild factions.

The one who was wounded by the ice crystals wasn’t Du Cheng himself but his puppet.

His Shenfan’s plot…

Zhu Minglang saw through it with a single glance.

Back in his hometown, there were many more with divine mortal abilities stronger than him. If it weren’t for those Charm Shadow Clothes, this Du Cheng would be nothing but dregs!

“Child of Destiny, is this all you’ve got?”

Zhu Minglang laughed, slowly turning around, his gaze unshiftingly fixed on Du Cheng, who thought he was moving noiselessly.

Du Cheng was like a lingering shadow in the dim light, practically invisible. When Zhu Minglang faced him, Du Cheng was startled!

How had he discovered him?

That puppet, to deceive the Ice Morning White Dragon, even the wounds carved on its flesh were real!

“Little Dragon Shepherd, how dare you compete with me for glory, die!” Du Cheng raged in his heart.

There was still some distance to the Ice Morning White Dragon, and there were no other powerful dragon beasts protecting Zhu Minglang.

In the early stages, it was difficult for a Dragon Shepherd to contend with a divine-mortal, but given just a sliver of opportunity, the divine-mortal could bypass the dragon to kill the dragon rider and then make a clean escape to achieve ultimate victory.

However, the higher the level, the more terrifying the Dragon Shepherd becomes.

Several divine-mortals of the same level might not be able to take down a single Dragon Shepherd.

The Dragon Shepherd’s dragon beasts were many and each was formidable in its own right.

Thus, within the team of a Dragon Shepherd, divine-mortals often appear as the followers instead.

Clearly, Zhu Minglang was far from reaching that level. His Ice Morning White Dragon was strong—there was no one here who could face it alone—but once bypassed or restrained, Zhu Minglang was no different from a cripple!

He could be killed!

Du Cheng was certain of it.

Even if he had been exposed, the Ice Morning White Dragon wouldn’t be able to save his master in time now.

For such a short distance, Zhu Minglang wouldn’t have time to summon another powerful dragon!

“Die!”

Blade pricked from his sleeve, one in each hand, Du Cheng flew forward, like multiple haunting shadows, as he snipped towards Zhu Minglang’s throat from behind with the blades in both hands.

The blade shadows looked like two Evil Moon’s Fangs. Zhu Minglang couldn’t retreat nor could he dodge them.

Of course, Zhu Minglang didn’t plan to dodge either.

He just wanted to try out the Storm Phantom Feather executed on his own body on this Du Cheng.

Comparing sharpness, competing in throat-slitting?

“Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh!!!”

Feathers exploded, blades whirled furiously, and a terrifying presence that matched a Dragon Lord Level creature suddenly enveloped Zhu Minglang.

Those two crossing fangs of the Evil Moon halted abruptly mid-air, and Du Cheng, who moved like a shadow, weirdly froze before Zhu Minglang, with scores of silver feathers, fiercely spinning, piercing through his flesh and bones…

Flying out from his throat.

Flying out from his chest.

Flying out from his spine!!

The most terrifying part was that these Storm Phantom Feathers seemed to penetrate Du Cheng’s body from unknown places and angles.

There were hundreds, perhaps thousands of feathers, and even as Du Cheng’s body sprayed a vast mist of blood, forming a shape like a giant blood lotus, the Storm Phantom Feathers remained as clean as snow…

They sharply harvested life, and as they formed a spectacular yet heart-stopping swirl of feathers around Zhu Minglang, they were sharp as blades, but when they flew back to Zhu Minglang’s side, they became soft and lightweight again!

Snowflakes drifted down, and the Phantom Feathers floated gently, Zhu Minglang stood there, unmoving, his long coat still spotless.

Du Cheng’s body seemed to lose its support, slowly collapsing to the ground; during this process, his hands separated, feet separated, his whole body was as if it had been precisely butchered, all came apart!

His face was not intact, but one could tell from the pieces that it bore an expression of disbelief right before his death!!

A son of destiny, a son of destiny from the Sect Palace…

How could he die so inexplicably at the hands of a Wutu Bad Person, a nobody!

He was to be the ruler of this land in the future, the Sect Palace was his, and all these cities, big and small, would bow down to him! “A frog in a well,” Zhu Minglang said with a cold laugh.

As he had said, once summer comes.

No one should provoke him!!

Whichever Sect Palace it might be, once Bai Qi reached its Complete Period, Zhu Minglang wouldn’t mind crushing them flat!

On the ground, Du Cheng appeared intact, only bleeding profusely, but not a single part of him was connected.

Zhu Minglang looked down at him and saw a shadow emerge from his body, drifting away like smoke.

Zhu Minglang initially thought it was Du Cheng’s departing soul, which, as a

Divine and Mortal, could still be collected by the Soul Collecting Pearl Brewing. Du Cheng’s Soul Bead wouldn’t be much different, but Zhu Minglang soon realized the smoky shadow was not his soul.

“Armor?”

Zhu Minglang was in this business himself, so how could he not recognize such an item.

So, Du Cheng had been wearing a black garment, no wonder his movements seemed so strange earlier, that even a Dragon Lord like Bai Qi had to exert some effort to catch up with him.

“The material is quite rare, although the craftsmanship is a bit rough, it could certainly be improved. Thanks for the gift, Lord Du Cheng!” Zhu Minglang bowed to Du Cheng’s departing soul.

This Charming Shadow Clothes, far more valuable than Du Cheng’s ragged soul!!

Considering that the Soul Collecting Pearl Brewing might damage the Spirit Bond between the Charming Shadow Clothes and Du Cheng, Zhu Minglang decisively abandoned the guy’s rotten soul, cut off the slight spirit connection of the Charming Shadow Clothes and silently pocketed it.

“Lord!!”

“Fourth Lord!!!”

Among the four brutes, the female behemoth screamed in panic.

There were many lords in the Sect Palace, but each one was treasured by the master of the Sect Palace. Now that one had died tragically in this conspiracy, how were they to explain themselves!

“If you care so much about him, then you can join him on the road to the Ghost Gate!” At that moment, a deep voice arose beside the female brute.

The female brute turned pale with fright—when had this pugilist gotten so close to her!