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

Chapter 159 Tang Sect's Black-Level Fighter

The immense pressure made the Black-level fighter's heart pound, but he forced down his fear, took a deep breath, and felt the cold air sting his lungs.

He clasped his hands in a fist salute, bowing respectfully to the blurry figure from afar, his voice deliberately low and solemn, even carrying a hint of barely perceptible weakness:

"Your Excellency, I am Li Zhanshan, a Black-Rank Fighter from the Tang Clan. I wonder what offense my Tang Clan has committed against you that would provoke your personal arrival and the ensuing massacre?"

His words carried a righteous indignation, attempting to occupy the moral high ground:
"We, the disciples of the Tang Clan, have always taken it upon ourselves to help the weak and uphold justice as our duty as we travel across the continent. Our disciples are all of upright character and eager to help others. They are the role models for the soul masters of the continent and the pillars of the future!"

"Today, without asking any questions, you ruthlessly slaughtered dozens of elites from my Tang Clan in an instant. How is this any different from those evil soul masters who have lost their humanity and wreaked havoc on the world?"

"This is not only an immeasurable loss for the Tang Sect, but also a huge loss for the entire Soul Master community and the entire human society!"

His words were vehement and filled with grief, attempting to evoke even the slightest hesitation or remorse in the other party through righteous indignation and condemnation.

In the passage, only the low hum of the liquid aurora flowing on the Ice Abyss Sword provided any response.

The blurry figure in white seemed not to have moved at all.

Just as Li Zhanshan was filled with doubt and suspicion, thinking that the other party had been moved, a voice that was extremely indifferent and devoid of any emotional fluctuation pierced through the distortion of space and clearly entered the ears of him and every survivor:

"Oh?"

The voice paused slightly, as if carrying a barely perceptible hint of mockery.

"Excuse me."

"I don't intend to be a good person."

A seemingly casual remark, like a sharp awl, instantly pierced through the moral barriers carefully constructed by Li Zhanshan, freezing the last shred of hope in the hearts of all Tang Sect disciples.

It's not a rebuttal, not a defense, but utter disregard.

The other party simply disdains to engage in dialogue within the framework of so-called justice.

As we all know, the best way to deal with moral blackmail is to have no morality.

I'm not going to be a good person!

The solemnity and the deliberately maintained sense of justice on Li Zhanshan's face froze instantly, then turned into a furious, humiliated expression of utter disgrace.

His carefully constructed aura and confrontation seemed utterly ridiculous in the face of the other party's nonchalant response.

"Good, good, good!" Li Zhanshan said three times, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, containing boundless rage and icy killing intent. "Since you insist on being an enemy of the Tang Clan, disregarding righteousness and slaughtering the innocent, then today, I will let you know just how miserable the consequences of being an enemy of the Tang Clan will be!"

"Roar--!"

With a resounding dragon roar that shook the entire underground space, Li Zhanshan's aura erupted without restraint.

Four purple and four black, a total of eight perfectly matched soul rings suddenly rose from beneath his feet, like eight eerie stars. The immense soul power swept out like a tsunami, temporarily forcing the extreme cold in the passage back several feet.

The three-word battle armor on his body blazed with a bright blue light, and countless fine dragon scale patterns came to life, emitting a clanging sound of metal rubbing together.

A massive, azure dragon shadow, swirling with the power of wind and water, emerged proudly behind him, its scales and claws flying, its eyes wide open in fury, exuding an ancient and majestic aura.

It is a top-tier beast spirit, the Azure Dragon, and it's a mutated one, possessing both wind and water attributes.

Li Zhanshan's hands were loosely clenched, and beneath his battle armor and mask, his eyes had transformed into the purest killing intent:
"You evil heretics, today I will use your blood to pay tribute to the heroic souls of my Tang Clan! Prepare to die!"

Before he finished speaking, he stomped heavily on his foot, and the alloy floor covered by ice exploded.

The dragon's roar shook the heavens, and the azure dragon ripped through the sky. The terrifying pressure almost suffocated the surviving Tang Clan disciples. Their eyes ignited with the last hope: the Black-level Fighter would surely be able to slay this fiend.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul True Body, Azure Dragon Descends!"

The deafening dragon roar nearly overturned the entire underground base. The three-word battle armor on Li Zhanshan's body surged with azure light, completely merging with the enormous azure dragon phantom behind him.

His figure rapidly expanded and deformed in the azure light, deep azure dragon scales piercing through the gaps in his battle armor and covering his entire body. Beneath the ferocious dragon-head helmet, his face was also covered with fine dragon scales, and his pupils transformed into cold, vertical pupils.

A pair of sky-covering dragon wings tore through the battle armor cloak behind him, suddenly unfolding and stirring up a violent airflow that sent ice shards flying everywhere in the passage.

With a flick of its thick dragon tail, it easily dented and deformed the frozen alloy wall.

In the blink of an eye, he had transformed into a dragon-man warrior, three zhang tall, with a dragon's head and a human body, wings on his back, and emanating ancient and fierce power, wrapped in the power of wind and water.

The soul power of a peak Contra Douluo, mixed with the true body pressure of a top-tier beast martial soul, crashed into the cold domain surrounding Lu Jun like a tangible tsunami, even causing the invisible distorted force field to fluctuate slightly.

But this is just the beginning.

The eighth spirit ring, a deep, abyss-like black ring, suddenly lit up. Li Zhanshan formed a dragon claw seal, invoking the laws of heaven and earth:
"Eighth Soul Skill, Dragon Control, Myriad Tides Return to Nothingness!"

A dragon's roar pierced through layers of rock walls and reached the sky.

Even underground, a vast expanse of water vapor instantly filled the air.

As if communicating with the endless clouds and water ten thousand meters above, the sky above the entire Tang Sect branch suddenly darkened, and the thick clouds spun wildly.

In the next instant, nine azure water columns, each over ten meters in diameter, like nine roaring celestial dragons, ignored physical barriers, instantly pierced through the base's dome, and struck the ground around Lu Jun with unparalleled precision.

The raging water did not scatter and flow; instead, it solidified and connected upon landing, forming an enormous azure water curtain barrier that completely sealed off Lu Jun and the space around him.

Inside the barrier, the air became as viscous as the deep sea.

An invisible, overwhelming force of moisture spread out.

Lu Jun clearly felt that the flow of the ultimate ice soul power surging within his body suddenly became extremely sluggish, as if it were being enveloped and dragged by a massive sea, and its efficiency plummeted instantly.

Even more terrifying, a destructive collapsing force was brewing wildly at the core of the domain, locking onto his soul power source, waiting to detonate in five seconds, causing devastating damage based on his current weakened soul power state.

This is the power of returning to the void.

"Battle Armor Domain, Vast Ocean Dragon Might!" Li Zhanshan roared, the three-word battle armor on his body shone brightly with azure light, and the power of the domain instantly merged into the Myriad Tides Returning to the Void Domain.

The intensity of the entire Guixu domain suddenly increased, the water curtain became more solid and thick, and the power of its tidal and collapsing forces surged several times over.

The space within the domain seemed to be filled with heavy seawater, groaning under its unbearable weight.

The offensive continued relentlessly, and Li Zhanshan knew that he could not give the wielder of the divine artifact a chance to breathe.

His enormous dragon claw slammed forward.

"Sixth Soul Skill, Tornado, Water Mirror Sky Curtain."

A colossal waterspout, even larger than before and reaching the heavens and the earth, instantly formed inside the barrier. With a terrifying power capable of tearing everything apart and devouring all things, it hurtled towards Lu Jun, who was sealed off by the domain.

Even more bizarrely, the outer wall of the rapidly rotating waterspout, with its flowing light, formed a smooth, mirror-like layer of water that reflected a ghostly glow.

This water mirror emitted strange fluctuations of law, as if it could devour and reflect any attack aimed at it.

Once the rebound is successful, the water tornado containing the full power of Li Zhanshan's attack will collapse instantly, forming a terrifying vacuum explosion that will completely crush everything inside.

Triple killing moves, layered upon layer.

The combination of Martial Soul True Body, Three-Word Battle Armor, Eighth Soul Skill Domain Lockdown, and Sixth Soul Skill Absolute Strike—this was the pinnacle of Li Zhanshan's lifelong cultivation, enough to severely injure or even kill a powerhouse far surpassing his cultivation level.

(End of this chapter)