Rebirth of the Strongest Dungeon Master

The fire began to spread.

Ling Tian was surprised by He Dong's actions. That man without hesitation casted fire magic to harm Isaac. Ling Tian quickly pushed him away.

"Stop it, you bastard!"

He Dong tumbled down, his injured stomach screaming in pain. Glaring at Ling Tian, he got up as the flames that burned his body grew bigger and hotter. The stuff in the tent started to burn.

Ling Tian began to panic at the sight.

"Stop it! You want to burn down this camp."

However, He Dong had already lost his mind. He didn't care anymore.

"Shut up, Ling Tian... That crazy man can't control his mouth."

"You're the crazy one here!" retorted Ling Tian.

Isaac only chuckled. Naturally, his reaction raised a question for the two men before him, especially He Dong. He looked even angrier as his temples bulged.

"What's so funny asshole!?" A hateful tone came out of He Dong's mouth.

"Look, you're acting like a kid who got caught lying. And you're still asking? How did someone like you become a part of Six Stars?"

Ling Tian hissed. By now, he could no longer control the situation. He Dong took Isaac's words seriously.

That man had already turned into a torch, his entire body cloaked in flames.

"You'll teach yourself a lesson so you can watch your mouth."

The surroundings were on fire. The flame spread and slowly devoured the tent. Black smoke began to billow. Some of the people outside smelled it.

Isaac saw the situation and felt the need to take action immediately.

'The parasite needs to be removed.'

"Die you asshole!"

He Dong with his body enveloped in flames swooped down on Isaac. In his head, he envisioned strangling and slowly burning Isaac. He wanted Isaac to feel the torment before finally dying.

He Dong couldn't wait to kill Isaac, but the opposite happened.

Splaaaat!

His eyes opened wide as one of his arms flew through the air. Fresh blood spurted out like a broken dike.

Instantly the flames blazing from his body vanished. He Dong collapsed, wriggled, and screamed. His blood continued to spurt in various directions until it extinguished the fire that was about to burn down the tent.

Ling Tian was just glued to the sight. He then looked at Isaac with incredulous eyes. The man had unhesitatingly cut off He Dong's hand. But what amazed him was how Isaac slashed the man's arm quickly and the cut was clean.

"Pathetic."

After saying so, Isaac quickly left the tent.

"Hey! Wait!"

Ling Tian shouted, looking confused. He didn't know whether to stop Isaac or help He Dong first.

"Aargg, damn it! You guys are giving me a headache!" Ling Tian ruffled his hair. He finally chose to go after Isaac.

When he exited the tent, people were already gathered outside. They all looked panicked. Some were already carrying buckets of water. Ling Tian told one of the crowd to help He Dong, before his condition could no longer be helped.

Meanwhile, he chased after Isaac.

"Hey, what the hell was that? You want to wage war on Crimson Dawn?" Ling Tian held Isaac's shoulders.

Isaac stopped. He turned around and faced Ling Tian who looked worried. "Wasn't that obvious earlier. I taught him a lesson."

"Huh?" A big question mark was clearly drawn on Ling Tian's forehead. "Lesson? You made him crippled for the rest of his life. You call that lesson?"

Ling Tian might think Isaac's actions were excessive. But for Isaac himself, sparing the life of the person who tried to kill him was a mercy. If Pippi was here, she would probably say that Isaac was too soft.

"Yes," Isaac replied briefly. He then walked away.

"Hey, wait, where are you going?" Ling Tian half ran after him.

"Of course, we're leaving."

"Leaving?" Ling Tian raised one of his eyebrows. "We've just arrived at the camp---" He immediately cut off his words. He had just realized that Isaac was making a decision of his own. "Now you're leading the party?"

Isaac sighed. "If you don't mind. You should have understood right away after hearing that man's story. We don't have much time. Cheng Ho's party might be in danger."

Ling Tian stroked his forehead. He had just realized it. All this chaos was messing up his concentration.

Ling Tian sighed. "Alright, give me a moment. I need to clean up your mess. Don't act on your own."

He walked backwards while pointing at Isaac, after which ran into He Dong's tent.

Isaac shook his head.

Then, Guo Chen appeared. Beside him was Aman who was holding his hand like an innocent little girl.

"Brother, did something happen? I saw people running around frantically outside."

The man really didn't know anything.

Isaac shook his head. "Nothing. Gather the members of Nine Sky. We'll be leaving soon."

"Ah, okay."

Without asking many questions, Guo Chen carried out the orders. Meanwhile, Aman still remained in place.

"Do you need anything from me as well, my lord?"

The little homunculus girl was sensitive to her employer.

"Yes. You still have influence over the homunculus on this floor, right?"

Aman nodded. "Yes, I am."

Although the little girl was now under Isaac's control, by status, she was still a monster belonging to Earl Xenovia. So Aman was still part of this dungeon.

"Order them to finish off everyone in the camp after we leave."

"Yes, my lord."

Like Guo Chen, Aman quickly went about his duties after his master's orders.

According to Isaac, keeping He Dong alive was like leaving the seeds of a disease. After Isaac cut off He Dong's hand, surely the man would hold a grudge against him. He would become an obstacle in the future. So, before that happened, Isaac decided to get rid of him. Including the people who lived here.

They were all deserters. Even if there were members of Nine Sky, Isaac didn't care. He didn't need soldiers who fled from battle.

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The Golden Dragon and Nine Sky party continued the search. They waded through the murky and damp swamps. Aman was the pathfinder, as usual, she walked in the front with Ling Tian and Isaac.

The Party Leader looked annoyed as he walked through the swamp.

Before leaving, Ling Tian faced He Dong's tantrum for the umpteenth time. The limped man demanded retribution. He wanted to cut off Isaac's hand.

Of course, Ling Tian did not comply with the request. In fact, he tends to defend Isaac.

Although in his heart he was worried that there would be a feud between Crimson Dawn and Golden Dragon in the future.

"Do you think they're still alive?" asked Ling Tian. He was trying to take his mind off He Dong.

"I don't know, but I know a strong woman with them," Isaac replied.

Ling Tian knitted his eyebrows. He looked curious.

"Wang Mei?"

"Who else?"

Ling Tian nodded. He agreed with Isaac.

Of the thousands of hunters he had known, Wang Mei was the only outstanding woman out there. It was also because of her that Nine Sky was able to compete with Golden Dragon.

Ling Tian recognized Wang Mei's capability.

"Here we are."

After traveling for three hours, they arrived at their destination----the mangrove forest.

The aura of the mangrove forest seemed different. All the party members could feel it. A mystical aura emanated from every part of the forest.

"Let's go."

Ling Tian murmured. The man stepped into the forest along with his men.

The mangrove forest felt different from the swamp forest. The air smelled fresher, as if they were on the coast. Some members were seen trying to drink the water because it looked clear, but they quickly spit it out after the water touched their tongues. The water contained salt, tasted bitter.

After they had gone deep enough into the mangrove forest, the roots of the mangrove trees were suddenly seen moving.

Instantly, the party's awareness increased. Ling Tian raised his hand into the air, instructing his men to stop. After which he put his finger to his lips and hissed.

The party members quickly understood their leader's intentions.

Then, Ling Tian drew his sword. A fiery flame shot out from the sword. He slashed towards the mangrove trees, then the flames spread and burned the rows of mangrove trees.

At that moment, dozens of giant crabs came out from the roots.

"Prepare for battle!"

Swords were drawn, shields raised, and staffs were gripped tightly. The battle against the first wave of monsters began.