The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World Chapter 220

Chapter 220: Chapter 162: Nine Kings of the Desolate

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But now, I have no choice but to target the Dragon Clan. After all, divine weapons like the one from the Thunder Sea aren't something any dragon race can possess. With no backing, even obtaining the resources for cultivation is a worry, let alone finding a weapon that suits one's hand, much less a divine weapon.

“I can only act according to circumstances in the future!”

Feng Qing'an reined in his thoughts. The Ming Dragon Armor evidently didn't have any interest in the dragon robe on his body or the Green God Sword. Otherwise, it would have devoured them long ago. Clearly, this fellow was rather picky and looked down on the things left behind from the metamorphosis of a certain mountain god.

Only then did the young man look at the River Water Monarch, Bailang Jiang, who had been pierced through the heart by his sword. Although his robust life force was fading away like a crumbling mountain, he was still alive. With his thoughts clear, he had regained his sanity without the influence of the divine

weapon.

He could even manipulate the moisture in the sky to slow down his descent, preventing himself from falling into the dust, ending in a most embarrassed manner.

“Young Master Feng, I have indeed underestimated you. Today, I deserve this calamity! ”

Even as he was on his last breath, a complex mix of emotions appeared in Hongxi's large and round dragon eyes. However, his sanity made him understand that the young man in front of him would certainly not let him go. Pleading would only strip him of his final dignity and honor, all to no avail.

“Now that you're saying all this, don't you think it's too late, River Water Monarch?”

Standing on the River Water Monarch, who was using his last strength to maintain his dignity, Feng Qing'an leisurely examined the dragon-scale pattern under his feet, pondering its future use.

This was a powerful being who was ranked as a monarch in the system of Beast Masters. Although his performance was disappointing, even Feng Qing'an found it painful to watch, but his background was impeccable.

Nü Luo had been suppressing him throughout the whole battle, but she was obliterated by the divine weapon in the end.

During the suppression, the damage Nü Luo had caused on him was negligible. It was just some crushed scales and a few gulps of dragon blood. But when compared to his physique, it was as insignificant as scraping.

Now, he had stabbed the Chi Wen heart and pierced the vital scale, even pouring all the power that Dongliang had given him into his body, wreaking havoc in his organs. He still managed to cling onto life, albeit barely.

Feng Qing'an had a clear understanding of his own strength. If it weren't for Dongliang's support, he would have turned around and run without a second thought when facing a malevolent monarch. Now, he was relaxed, even thinking about fishing.

Just because Dongliang could sweep through the other ghost kings did not mean he could do the same. Dongliang was on the verge of breaking her limit and advancing to a higher level. Any regular monarch was nothing in front of her.

But what about him? According to the Beast Master's standard, having only formed seven Soul Contracts and preparing for the eighth, he was just stepping into the realm of the Heavenly Beast Master, which was at the lord level, and he was still a great distance away from the monarch level.

Moreover, his status as the Heavenly Beast Master was not even recognized by the system. The requirement was to form ten Soul Contracts and have the potential or strength of a lord-level being to be considered qualified. Only then could he learn the secret technique of the Heavenly Beast Master, the “Soul Fusion Skill”.

If Dongliang were able to stay by his side, a mere dragon like the River Water Monarch could be defeated with a single stroke, but Dongliang had her own kingdom in the underworld and couldn't descend at will. She could only lend him strength through their Soul Contract.

There was no doubt about the strength of Dongliang. Even if it was just a sword qi drawn out of the Green God Sword, it could easily sever a great demon's limbs and cut through the mountains.

For this reason, Feng Qing'an could not take too much of it. He could only take a tiny portion of the power that was insignificant to Dongliang. Any more, and he would not be human anymore. Dongliang was an Innate Yin Spirit; her power was not of this world.

If given the choice, Feng Qing'an would avoid borrowing Dongliang's power as much as possible. The icy chill to the bone was not quite pleasant; it was a power that didn't mesh with him as a creature of the human world.

As the power of Dongliang faded away, the power of the sun filled his body, warming up the blood that was about to freeze and making his body boil with heat once again.

“Hehe, Second Young Master Feng, indeed it is too late for me to say these words. But I foresee that you will soon follow in my footsteps, and perhaps you will end up in a worse state than I am now! ”

The already dim dragon eyes moved, seemingly trying to see what Feng Qing'an, who was stepping on him, looked like now.

“Oh? And why is that?”

Feng Qing'an asked casually, he could see that cold air was spreading from the belly of Chi Wen, gradually freezing his entire body. His time was running out.

“You're quite interested in the divine weapon that my grandfather gave to me, aren't you? What would you do if I told you that there are eight more of these divine weapons, all from the same source?”

Feng Qing'an's eyes narrowed slightly, his interest piqued by the mention of his opponent's grandfather.

“I have yet to ask, which region does your grandfather rule over?”

“It doesn't matter if I tell you, my grandfather is one of the Sea Dragons, the Xuanhai Dragon King!”

By now, Hongxi's body had slowly dropped to a height of three feet from the ground. Nonetheless, despite his imposing height, he desperately held on, unwilling to allow his noble body to touch the dust.

“Your grandfather is a real dragon?”

Feng Qing'an frowned as within the Dragon Clan, only true dragons dared to call themselves kings. Ordinary dragons dared not call themselves dragon kings, fearing overstepping their bounds.

“Hahahaha, has Second Young Master Feng been frightened? You don't need to worry though. This grandfather of mine is a spineless dragon. I really don't know how he transformed into a real dragon? Even when his offspring are killed, he refuses to seek revenge!”

When talking about his grandfather, River Water Monarch showed not the slightest bit of respect in his dying moments, only disgust and contempt.

“Could you elaborate?”

Feng Qing'an immediately grew curious and prodded earnestly.

“There isn't much to say. I only met my dragon king grandfather for the first time when I heard of my father's untimely demise. You wouldn't believe how delighted I was when I first saw him.

However, when my grandfather came to meet me, he warned me against harboring thoughts of revenge. He even said that my father got what he deserved for seeking a path of his own death. How can such a cowardly and timid dragon be the Dragon King?”

Resentment was evident in Hongxi's voice. No one could understand the despair he felt then. It was after that day that he began to be careful with his words and actions. That was, until recently, when he saw his enemy's relative and could no longer hold back.

“Tsk, you really are a filial son, aren't you? Your true dragon grandfather advised you not to seek revenge, yet you dared challenge me today. Aren't you afraid of death?”

Even Feng Qing'an couldn't resist tsk-tsking in wonder. On the matter of avenging blood relatives, this fellow may have gone off in a skewed direction, but he could still be considered as dutiful.

“When I was the Dragon Child, I enjoyed many honors all thanks to my father's benevolence. If I can't avenge my father, how can I face myself living in this world?”

“Indeed, so you're about to die now!”

“Second Young Master Feng, you can't possibly lack interest in the other eight divine items I mentioned?”

Hongxi asked in a weak voice.

“You've made it clear that it's a trap. Why should I have any interest?” Feng Qing'an replied disdainfully.

Feng Qing'an replied disdainfully.

“My grandfather endowed me with Thunderous Sea, which shares a common origin with those other eight artifacts, collectively referred to as the Nine Kings of the Desolate Sea. They were a dragon king, who lived over ten thousand years, and left these behind when he passed away. The assembly of all nine would bestow one with the status of a dragon king, something to covet for.'

Hongxi was determined to reveal the information he held to Feng Qing'an. He had witnessed the greed of the human race countless times.

“You're spouting nonsense, even a dragon king wouldn't covet that. You reckon your grandfather would give it to you?”

Feng Qing'an scoffed. Whilst the divine weapon was impressive, it certainly didn't appear to be forged by a dragon king. If that were the case, why would it merely be hatching and so weak?

“The Nine Kings of the Desolate Sea have been around for a long time. Over tens of thousands of years, they've been scattered and gathered repeatedly. The last time they were assembled was eight thousand years ago, held by a Dragon Lord who had the potential to become a real dragon. Unfortunately, that Dragon Lord failed to traverse the calamity, and the Nine Kings were once again scattered in every direction, their spirits severely wounded by the heavenly tribulation.. “

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