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

Chapter 158 Smashing the Tang Clan Branch's Venue
Where the light streaks passed, time seemed to be paused.

The three Soul Kings at the forefront froze in shock and their gathered soul power instantly.

The soul power shield rising from their bodies shattered silently like a fragile soap bubble, and their bodies, from skin to bones, from blood to soul, were completely eroded and frozen by the law of absolute zero in a second.

They transformed into three lifelike ice sculptures, their expressions frozen in a moment of horror.

The four people following closely behind had just condensed their soul skills in their hands, but they didn't even have a chance to release them.

The speed of the icy blue light streak surpassed their nerve response, instantly sweeping past their bodies.

Click...

The sound of freezing and the death knell tolled in rapid succession.

The four Soul Kings, still charging forward or unleashing their Soul Skills, were instantly covered by a layer of ice several feet thick, radiating a chilling blue aura.

The light in their eyes vanished instantly, and their life force was completely frozen and extinguished.

Just one sword!
The seven elite Tang Sect members, all at the Soul King level, didn't even have time to utter a scream. As if the delete key had been pressed, they instantly turned into seven ice sculptures scattered throughout the passage, radiating a chilling despair.

The entire passage fell into a deathly silence. Only the low hum of the liquid aurora flowing from the Ice Abyss Sword and the terrifying chill emanating from the seven ice sculptures, enough to freeze the soul, silently proclaimed the arrival of the divine artifact and the Ice Emperor's wrath.

Deeper into the passage, more Tang Clan disciples who had rushed over upon hearing the news came to an abrupt halt.

As they gazed at the seven lifeless ice sculptures of their companions ahead, and at the white-clad figure at the end of the passage, wielding a longsword dripping with liquid cold light and radiating an eerie green glow in his eyes, an uncontrollable fear from the deepest recesses of their souls instantly gripped them.

The chill at the end of the passage was not stillness, but a declaration of death.

The despairing chill emanating from the seven ice sculptures was like an invisible domain, causing the blood of the Tang Sect disciples who followed to almost freeze, and making it difficult for them to circulate their soul power.

They stood frozen in place, watching in horror as the white-clad figure drew his sword and moved forward.

Lu Jun made no unnecessary movements, not even running. He seemed to glide on the ice, each step spreading out a smooth, mirror-like, dark blue sheet of ice beneath his feet, without a sound.

With the Ice Abyss Sword trailing beside him, the flowing liquid aurora traced a deep blue path across the ground, radiating a destructive chill.

"Stop him!"

Someone screamed, their voice distorted with fear.

Several Soul Emperor-level powerhouses mustered their courage, their Soul Rings gleaming, and various ranged Soul Skills roared as they tore through the air, blasting towards the white-clad figure.

However, when those soul skills approached within ten feet of Lu Jun, their trajectories suddenly slowed down.

The invisible chill emanating from the Ice Abyss Sword seemed to possess a life of its own, coiling around the area. The surfaces of those ranged soul skills were instantly covered with icy blue cracks, their light dimmed, and like charcoal fires thrown into liquid nitrogen, they hissed and died out completely, freezing into ice blocks that fell to the ground.

Even more despairing was that all the alarm lights, soul-guided communicators, energy detectors, and any other devices in the passage that emitted even a trace of soul power fluctuation or electronic signal instantly condensed into thick ice crystals on their surfaces under the absolute cold domain of the Ice Abyss Sword. Their internal components emitted subtle cracking sounds as they were unable to withstand the pressure, and they were completely paralyzed.

The piercing alarm was choked off by the frozen loudspeaker as soon as it left its throat; the distress signal vanished without a trace, as if it had been thrown into a black hole.

The entire Tang Sect branch has been completely reduced to an information island, a steel tomb being swallowed by extreme cold.

"Bastard!"

A roar like thunder exploded from the depths of the passage, and a powerful aura suddenly erupted, forcefully dispelling some of the biting cold.

Three figures, accompanied by powerful fluctuations of soul energy, charged out fiercely; they were none other than the Soul Saint-level experts who were stationed here.

Their martial spirits were different—a fierce tiger, a giant ape, and a golden eagle—and their spirit rings shone brightly. The torrent of spirit power they released together attempted to stop the ever-advancing cold tide. Lu Jun didn't even glance at them.

The Ice Abyss Sword merely made a casual, feinting slash forward.

A visible, viscous, liquid-like deep blue cold wave swept through the entire passage.

The air groaned under the strain, instantly freezing into countless tiny ice crystals.

The soul power barrier constructed by the three Soul Saints was like thin snow under the sun in the face of this absolute zero law. It couldn't even last half a second before it shattered with a crisp cracking sound.

The cold wave engulfed them without any hindrance.

The roar stopped abruptly.

The three Soul Saints, their faces still frozen in shock and anger, along with their half-released Martial Soul True Forms, were instantly and completely sealed by the deep blue Xuanbing.

Three ice sculptures, even larger than the previous Soul King ice sculpture and radiating a suffocating pressure, stood in the center of the passage, becoming the latest testament to this one-sided massacre.

The surviving Tang Clan disciples were pale, their teeth chattering, and they had lost even the courage to retreat.

At the end of the passage, only the white-clad figure and the Ice Abyss Sword flowing with destructive light remained, slaughtering them indiscriminately.

This Tang Sect branch was not large to begin with, and it didn't even have a single Title Douluo. Clearly, Mingdu was the place that the Tang Sect valued the least.

Because this city is the headquarters of the Spirit Pagoda, and also the city with the greatest influence of the Spirit Pagoda.

Just then, a force far more vast and condensed than the previous three Soul Saints, like a sleeping dragon awakening, suddenly descended.

The metal walls of the passageway groaned under the weight of this aura.

A tall figure slowly emerged from the deepest shadows.

With each step he took, the ripples of soul power spreading out from beneath his feet carried a powerful resilience, stubbornly resisting the omnipresent erosion of extreme cold, leaving clear footprints on the frozen ice.

He was clad in a dark blue three-character battle armor with an ancient and ferocious design and smooth lines like dragon scales. The surface of the armor had a dark luster that seemed to absorb light.

Beneath the helmet, a pair of sharp, hawk-like eyes were fixed on the white-clad figure in the center of the passage.

It was the strongest combat force stationed here, the Soul Hall of the Tang Sect, a Black-level Fighter, a peak Soul Douluo, and a Three-word Battle Armor Master.

However, when he focused his gaze on Lu Jun, his pupils suddenly contracted.

The other person's figure seemed to be shrouded in an invisible, distorting force field, and the space around him rippled and blurred slightly, as if viewed through frosted glass filled with moisture.

No matter how much he channeled his soul power into his eyes, he could only barely make out that the other person was wearing a spotless white robe and holding a strange longsword that shimmered with liquid, cold light.

The aura emanating from that longsword sent shivers down his very soul.

A chilling thought struck him like lightning: the terrifying events of last year that turned Maple Leaf City into a deathly, icy hell instantly became clear.

The blurry figure before my eyes, the aura of that sword…

Could it be...

"Could it be that the sword in your hand is the legendary divine weapon?"

(End of this chapter)