Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

Chapter 141 Facing the Tang Sect Soul King Gray Hawk
A piercing, mournful cry, seemingly capable of penetrating the soul, rang out. Accompanying this cry, a visible mental shockwave, carrying negative emotions of chaos, fear, and dizziness, surged wildly towards Lu Jun in the alley.

This is the Grey Hawk's first soul skill, the Soul-Destroying Cry.

This attack is invisible and intangible, yet extremely dangerous, specifically targeting the soul's consciousness.

Ordinary Soul Masters, or even Soul Kings, can be severely injured in an instant if caught off guard, falling into a daze or going insane.

Even in this era, spirit-type soul masters are naturally superior to other soul masters.

Having strong mental power means being able to control mechs, or even higher-level battle armor, and fuse with soul spirits.

No matter what you do, it's something you'll excel at.

However, facing this spiritual skill that was enough to make even opponents of the same level pale, Lu Jun merely raised an eyebrow slightly, and even a hint of mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He didn't even move, and there wasn't a trace of soul power fluctuation around him. When the soul skill hit Lu Jun, it was like a mud ox entering the sea, without even a ripple.

It's like an adult watching a child wielding a toy wooden sword, thinking he's very fierce.

How could a mere fifth-ring spiritual soul king possibly shake the spiritual barrier of the Spirit Abyss Realm?
The smug look on Grey Hawk's face froze instantly, replaced by utter astonishment and disbelief.

His soul skill, which he activated with all his might, actually... had no effect at all?
How can this be?

The gray hawk looked like it had seen a ghost, and dared not be careless at all. It was so fast that it disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye.

This is by no means pure speed, but rather an explosive displacement combined with a certain advanced footwork technique.

Ghostly apparitions?

The moment Lu Jun's heart stirred, the next second, the figure of the gray hawk appeared less than three meters away from Lu Jun. He had somehow acquired a pair of short thorns in his hand, which, with a piercing whistle, were aimed straight at Lu Jun's temples and throat.

A deadly glint rapidly magnified in Lu Jun's pupils.

Lu Jun simply flipped his right wrist, which was holding the sword, backward very naturally.

The icy blue light, like moonlight suddenly spilling out, and the long, cold blade, as if it were a prophet, precisely positioned itself across the trajectory of the pair of short daggers.

"clang!"

The ear-piercing clang of metal clashing was accompanied by the flying of ice shards.

A tremendous force emanated from the sword, causing Lu Jun's body to sway almost imperceptibly. The hard stone pavement beneath his feet instantly cracked with spiderweb-like fissures, but the Ice Abyss Sword remained completely still.

For the first time, genuine horror appeared in the gray hawk's eyes.

His all-out attack, containing the soul power burst and martial soul characteristics of a Soul King, was actually blocked by the opponent so casually?

Moreover, an indescribable sense of fear, originating from the very essence of his martial spirit, gripped his soul.

The short dagger in his hand emitted a terrified cry the moment the Ice Abyss Sword appeared, sending him endless trembling and a sense of weakness.

The power imbalance is even more terrifying than described in the intelligence.

The grey hawk, having missed its first strike, did not linger. Using the recoil from the collision, it darted backward like a weightless feather, attempting to create distance and reorganize its attack.

However, just as he retreated, Lu did not pursue him, but slowly turned around.

His gaze, devoid of any warmth, locked onto the rapidly retreating grey hawk.

Lu Jun stood holding his sword, the Ice Abyss Sword pointing diagonally at the ground, its tip gleaming with a chilling light that sent shivers down one's spine.

He looked at the gray hawk's bewildered and even fearful eyes, and a very subtle smile appeared on his lips.

"A trap?" Lu Jun's voice was calm and even, yet it clearly drowned out the distant commotion, like the whisper of death striking Gray Hawk's heart. "Luring me here was the biggest mistake you made today."

The moment he finished speaking, four black, ten-thousand-year soul rings rose slowly from beneath Lu Jun's feet without warning.

Black, black, black, black!

The temperature in the quiet alley plummeted to freezing, and Gray Hawk's expression froze. Four ten-thousand-year soul rings?

Isn't he a Soul Master?

When did I become a Soul Master?
The intelligence severely underestimated this; it's not a power that an ordinary Soul Master could possess.

The overwhelming, terrifying sense of suppression emanating from the very essence of the martial spirit made Gray Hawk feel as if he were standing at the bottom of the food chain, his very soul trembling.

"Damn it." Alarm bells rang in the Grey Harrier's mind, and the instinct for survival overwhelmed everything.

Without hesitation, he activated his strongest control soul skill.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Crows' Silence."

"Quack!!!"

A piercing cry, sharp enough to tear the soul apart, erupted. Accompanying the cry, twelve jet-black crows, entirely composed of condensed spiritual energy, appeared out of thin air. They silently flapped their illusory wings, moving with incredible speed, and instantly swept past Lu Jun's location.

A strange thing happened. The instant the twelve spiritual crows flew by, Lu Jun felt an invisible shackle suddenly tighten around his throat and his spiritual power.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He tried to communicate with the Ice Abyss Sword with his mental power or to mobilize his soul power to perform a soul skill. The thought was like throwing a stone into the sea, as if he had lost contact with his martial soul.

It was forcibly severed by an absolute force.

The only sounds in the alley were the irritating cawing of the twelve crows circling overhead and the rapid breathing of the gray hawk.

Absolute silence, unable to make a sound, unable to transmit thoughts, unable to use soul skills!

Realizing this, Lu Jun's eyes sharpened, and he thought to himself:

"Good grief, we've encountered a strange mechanism."

This was the first time Lu Jun had encountered such a strange mechanism.

Such rule-based control soul skills are indeed rare and troublesome in the Douluo Continent.

Just like Xiao Wu's invincible golden body, the original work even states that it is difficult for non-god-level power to break through that tortoise shell, which was also Tang San's most important means of survival in the past.

Unexpectedly, this is how Lu Jun encountered this type of rule-based soul skill.

Seeing that Lu Jun had indeed been successfully silenced, a ruthless and triumphant glint flashed in Gray Hawk's eyes. He gave Lu Jun no chance to catch his breath or think of a countermeasure, and his second spirit ring lit up immediately afterward.

"Second Soul Skill, Exploding Crow Flock."

Hurala!
Hundreds upon hundreds of jet-black crows, condensed from soul power and with unstable red light flickering inside their bodies, surged wildly toward Lu Jun, who was bound in place by silence, with piercing shrieks and scorching heat.

Each crow contains a small explosive energy; once it comes into contact with or detonates, the combined power is enough to severely injure a Soul King.

This combo, with its precise timing and seamless control followed by a burst of power, is enough to instantly kill an opponent of the same level.

Lu Jun showed no sign of panic.

Can't use Soul Skills?

Then no need!
With a flick of his wrist, the Ice Abyss Sword emitted a clear, resonant hum.

Faced with the surging flock of explosive crows, Lu Jun did not retreat but advanced.

He began to swing the Ice Abyss Sword in his hand rapidly.

The sword light crisscrossed, moving so fast that only a blurry, icy blue afterimage could be seen.

Each sword strike was like a master butcher dissecting an ox, striking with unparalleled precision at the fragile energy core of the Exploding Raven, or cleaving it in two mid-air.

The red light of the crow that was struck instantly went out, turning into black smoke and dissipating. The crow that was cut in half, like a firecracker that had gone blank, silently exploded into a small turbulent flow of energy, but could not form a chain explosion.

(End of this chapter)