Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

Chapter 1827 - 1828: Sub-dragon Xiaoming!

"You insignificant human, release me at once!"

The Netherworld Sub-Dragon roared furiously, its green eerie eyes turning scarlet, intent on crushing Ling Feng into minced meat.

"Hmph hmph."

Ling Feng willed the powerful prohibition of the Shura Magic Ring, directly forcing the Netherworld Sub-Dragon to slap itself. He coldly laughed, "Reptile, who’s insignificant now?"

"Ah ah ah!"

As the Netherworld Sub-Dragon harshly flapped its huge fleshy wings, smacking its own face, it shouted angrily, "Human, release me, and I’ll lead you to the Yellow Emperor’s treasure!"

"Heh heh, release you just so you can eat me?" Ling Feng sneered, "Do you take me for a three-year-old?"

"Roar, too much bullying the dragon!" The Netherworld Sub-Dragon’s face warped grotesquely, its body quickly shrinking, trying to make the Shura Magic Ring fall off, but the ring surprisingly shrank along with it, relentlessly fastening onto its body.

"Stop wasting your efforts." Ling Feng chuckled, "Unfortunately, this treasure can only capture one Demon at a time, so be sensible and take me to find the Five Emperors’ treasure, or I’ll erase you directly."

Ling Feng’s eyes flashed with cold light, "Honestly, a mere Netherworld Sub-Dragon is of little value to me; I don’t want to waste the Shura Magic Ring on you."

"Human, I am the great Netherworld Sub-Dragon, how dare you say I have no value? Roar, I’ll bite you to death."

The Netherworld Sub-Dragon was getting hysterical, the pride it took in its bloodline now scorned by Ling Feng.

"Great my foot." Ling Feng grabbed the Netherworld Sub-Dragon, now shrunk to the size of a bat, and mischievously grinned, "Quick, take me to the vault, or I’ll see if dragon wings taste better than chicken wings."

"You dare!"

Feeling Ling Feng’s gaze, the Netherworld Sub-Dragon shivered involuntarily, finally yielding, "Damn human, you’re good. I’ll take you to the Yellow Emperor’s vault, you have to let me go."

"Oh, trying to negotiate with me?" Ling Feng lifted it by its wing, suspending it upside down, "I’m your master now, and as a servant, you have no room for negotiation."

"Bullshit! Ah—"

The Netherworld Sub-Dragon cursed, but next moment, a surge of electricity jolted from the depths of its soul, making it see stars.

"I’ll obey!"

The Netherworld Sub-Dragon couldn’t withstand it, finally surrendered completely under Ling Feng’s "winsome might."

"If you’d behave from the start, you wouldn’t have any trouble." Ling Feng patted the bald head of the Netherworld Sub-Dragon. "Don’t worry, once I reach the Divine Sea Realm, I’ll naturally release you."

"Humph!"

The Netherworld Sub-Dragon turned its head away, unwilling to see Ling Feng’s face, afraid that it couldn’t resist biting this bastard to death.

"Hahaha, Kid Feen, I knew you could do it. Didn’t expect you to have such a treasure hidden away! Not bad, not bad!"

Seeing the Netherworld Sub-Dragon already tamed by Ling Feng and the treasure nearly at hand, the despicable donkey jumped out without reservation, throwing Ling Feng flirtatious looks with a smiling face.

"You despicable donkey!"

Ling Feng rolled his eyes, as if this guy had completely forgotten about being scared witless and shrinking into the Five Elements Heavenly Palace earlier.

"Heh heh heh!"

The despicable donkey approached, staring at the pocket-sized Netherworld Sub-Dragon, chuckling, "A sub-dragon, isn’t that much after all!"

"Where did this ugly thing come from?"

The Netherworld Sub-Dragon glared at the despicable donkey, though it couldn’t defy Ling Feng’s will, but it didn’t have to regard the donkey at all.

Suddenly, the Netherworld Sub-Dragon’s overwhelming dragon power erupted, sending shivers down the donkey’s spine, making it dare not speak further, though it kept mumbling as if saying: Wait until this Divine Beast returns to its peak, let’s see if you, little reptile, still act cocky!

Ling Feng shook his head with a laugh, glaring at the Netherworld Sub-Dragon, coldly saying, "Let’s go, take me to the Five Emperors’ vault, don’t try any tricks, or else, you know the consequences."

"I wouldn’t dare." The Netherworld Sub-Dragon said with lingering fear, "I’ll fly you straight there."

After speaking, the Netherworld Sub-Dragon turned into a gigantic Demon beast, lying steadily in front of Ling Feng, grumbled, "Get on."

"Remember to call master in the future," Ling Feng raised an eyebrow, lightly leaping onto the back of the Netherworld Sub-Dragon, "Let’s go."

The Netherworld Sub-Dragon, though unwilling, could only obediently call, "Yes, master."

The despicable donkey also wanted to leap onto the Netherworld Sub-Dragon’s back but was fiercely glared at by it. After all, a noble sub-dragon, letting a black donkey climb onto its back?

The despicable donkey huffed, shrugging its shoulders sourly, "Just grew an extra pair of wings, what’s the big deal! This Divine Beast doesn’t deign to sit on your back anyway!"

The Netherworld Sub-Dragon flapped its wings, flying directly to the top of the bronze hall, disappearing into the darkness.

The despicable donkey also summoned its Evil Cloud, following closely behind.

Flying in mid-air, Ling Feng was somewhat puzzled, "Hmm? Netherworld Sub-Dragon, why aren’t you moving forward?"

"Rubbish, moving forward means facing the seventh-level barrier, the sword mountain and fire sea; naturally, I’ll take a shortcut!" The Netherworld Sub-Dragon grumbled unhappily.

Frankly, the Netherworld Sub-Dragon was downright unlucky, originally Ling Feng encountered a second-layer barrier that wasn’t it, but it, bored after long slumber in the vault, went seeking trouble with Ling Feng.

In the end, it got itself dragged into this mess.

"Makes sense."

Ling Feng’s smile widened, it seemed no matter how strong Xue Ren and the others were, they certainly couldn’t be faster than him. This Five Emperors Treasure Vault was destined for Ling Feng alone!

"Since you’ll be hanging out with me, I’ll give you a cool name."

Ling Feng patted the bald head of the Netherworld Sub-Dragon once more, thinking it awkward to keep calling it "Netherworld Sub-Dragon", he decided to give it a name.

"Whatever."

The Netherworld Sub-Dragon barely responded, evidently still sulking, regretting not spewing Netherworld Fire to finish Ling Feng when it saw the magic ring — now it’s been outsmarted and used as a laborer.

"Let’s call you Xiao Ming, after the ’ming’ in Netherworld Sub-Dragon."

Ling Feng improvised a name, then immediately shook his head, "No, no, Xiao Ming... Little Ming, haha, Little Ming it is, rolls off the tongue!"

"Protest!" The Netherworld Sub-Dragon’s face turned dark, "After all, I’m a sub-dragon, I refuse to be called Little Ming!"

"Then Da Ming." Ling Feng huffed, frowning, "If you fuss about the name, then choose: Little Ming or Second Ming!"

Netherworld Sub-Dragon: "I..."

Ultimately, the Netherworld Sub-Dragon could only accept Ling Feng’s utterly unrefined taste in names, changing its name to Little Ming, Sub-Dragon Xiaoming!

Recalling the Nihility Dual Blades, which were once grand and impressive Immortal Artifacts, both sword spirits were dubbed Little Xun and Little Shuang, and the sword spirit of Ten Directions Annihilation was simply called Little White.

The despicable donkey fared worse, from beginning to end, always called Despicable Donkey.

When it came to naming, one must admit, Ling Feng indeed lacked talent.

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