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

Chapter 162 What? Tang San came out to deliver takeout to the Ice Abyss Sword?

Just as he was utterly shocked, alarm bells rang in his mind, and he instinctively wanted to let go of this hot potato,

Without warning, the blade of the Ice Abyss Sword suddenly unleashed a terrifying suction force.

It was like a gluttonous beast that had been sleeping for countless ages. Upon sensing Tang San's massive, pure, and sun-like pure divine energy body, it instantly awakened its most primal and uncontrollable hunger.

"what?"

The shock on Tang San's face instantly turned into boundless fear.

He felt his divine sense, his power, and even the primal energy that constituted his projected existence were being uncontrollably drawn towards the sword.

"No, let go, let go of me!" Tang San panicked completely, frantically swinging his arms, trying to throw the Ice Abyss Sword away.

But it's too late.

The hilt of the Ice Abyss Sword seemed to have turned into the thickest glue, sticking firmly to his hands.

No, it was more like his hands were swallowed up by the sword hilt.

No matter how much he struggled or how much he tried to use his divine power to resist, it was all in vain.

The suction force was incredibly powerful, carrying an overwhelming sense of priority.

"what!!!"

A shrill, inhuman scream, filled with despair, erupted from Tang San's mouth.

Tang San's handsome face was contorted and deformed by extreme pain and fear, and the azure divine light dimmed and thinned at a visible speed.

The divine energy that constitutes his body surged wildly into the deep, dark blade of the Ice Abyss Sword, like a nebula being swallowed by a black hole.

"My power, my divine will—no, stop! Stop now! I am the Sea God! I am the enforcer of the divine realm!"

"You evil artifact, how dare you devour a god?"

Desperate roars echoed through the passageway, filled with unbelievable panic and the madness of a dying struggle.

However, the Ice Abyss Sword's absorption speed increased even further.

The liquid aurora on its blade was dazzlingly bright, as if it were enjoying an unprecedented feast.

In just a few breaths, under the silent gaze of Lu Jun and Bing Di, Tang San, the Sea God who had just been high above, dominating the entire scene, and trying to recruit the divine artifact, was gone.

His dazzling projected body, like a burst bubble, quickly deflated, dimmed, and with a final soft pop, along with his desperate roar, vanished without a trace.

All the divine light, oppressive aura, and sacred presence vanished completely.

pat.

The Ice Abyss Sword lost its support, and with its tip pointing downwards, it gently stuck into the ice layer at the spot where Tang San had disappeared.

The liquid aurora flowing on the sword seemed to be deeper and more refined, and even had a faint, indescribable, pale gold pattern that seemed to contain the aura of the ocean flashed by.

It remained there silently, the blade trembling almost imperceptibly.

The feeling was like a giant who had eaten and drunk his fill, letting out a satisfied, silent burp.

Immediately, a flash of light appeared, and the Ice Abyss Sword flew up automatically, landing lightly back in Lu Jun's outstretched hand.

It felt slightly heavy in my hand, but the feeling of being connected to it by blood and as easy as using my own arm was still there. In fact, the chill emanating from the sword was even purer and more restrained, as if it contained a deeper power.

The scene was instantly reduced to a ground littered with frozen chunks of flesh and scattered ice sculptures of Tang Clan disciples, with the strange fluctuations of divine consciousness still lingering in the air after it had been devoured.

Lu Jun gripped the Ice Abyss Sword, looked down at it, and then looked up at the spot where Tang San had disappeared.

The spatial distortion field around him stabilized, but the sense of speechlessness and absurdity almost emanated from him. Hyotei's cold voice, tinged with confusion and disdain, resonated deep within Lu Jun's mind, each word a soul-searching question:

“This…this thing…”

"Is that Tang San, who plotted against the Spirit Hall 20,000 years ago, founded the Tang Sect, and finally ascended to godhood, and is sung by countless people?"

"His IQ is..."

"I'm really curious about how he became a god back then?"

"You dare to grab an unknown artifact without even testing it? Don't you even have the most basic sense of laws or danger warnings?"

"Truly courageous," Hyotei concluded, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Who gave him that courage? The brainless halo that comes with the Sea God's divine position?"

Lu Jun remained silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head:

"Who knows how he became a god with that kind of brain? After all, luck is also a part of strength."

"Or perhaps they've been a god for too long, and their minds have become deified as well."

He lowered his head and stroked the cold blade of the Ice Abyss Sword, feeling the power within it that seemed even more immense and satisfying than before. His tone became somewhat strange:
"However... our luck is ridiculously good. I didn't expect the Ice Abyss Sword to be so picky, and it even specifically counters pure energy beings like Tang San."

"The energy contained in his divine thought projection..." Lu Jun carefully sensed the inside of the Ice Abyss Sword, "is countless times larger and purer than the artifact, the Eye of Asura, which he devoured before."

"This power... is enough to support the Ice Abyss Sword to unleash its power once more."

Recalling the scene in Maple Leaf City where he used the power unleashed after devouring a Super Douluo with the Ice Abyss Sword to kill four Super Douluos, Lu Jun's eyes deepened.

The sword now contains divine energy at the level of a God-King.

Although it's just a projection, it probably doesn't even have one-thousandth of the energy of his real body.

But that was enough to make the Ice Abyss Sword less hungry.

The deathly silence in the passage did not make Lu Jun relax in the slightest.

His gaze swept over the few Tang Clan disciples who had survived, lying limp on the ground.

Their faces still bore the fervor of the Sea God's descent, the bewilderment at Tang San's sudden disappearance, and the deep-seated fear they felt when facing Lu Jun's blurry figure.

However, beneath this fear, Lu Jun keenly sensed something deeper: an almost obsessive, thoroughly brainwashed loyalty and a distorted belief in justice.

Even under the shadow of death, their eyes burned with a blind faith in the Tang Sect, in Tang San, and in that set of hypocritical dogmas.

That look in his eyes was exactly the same as the fanaticism Li Zhanshan had before his death.

Lu Jun felt nothing; in fact, he found it somewhat laughable.

Hyotei's mental fluctuations also conveyed a cold indifference:
"The body is poisoned to the bone marrow, and the soul has long been offered to the false gods; there is no hope of redemption."

Without pity or hesitation, Lu Jun didn't even bother to use the Ice Abyss Sword again.

With a slight thought, the dark blue ice spreading beneath his feet, like a venomous snake with life, instantly accelerated its spread.

The ice spread visibly over the ankles, knees, and torsos of the surviving disciples...

The extreme cold instantly froze their blood, solidified their soul power, and sealed their thoughts and fanatical gazes.

The faint freezing sound was exceptionally clear in the deathly silence.

In the blink of an eye, the last few bodies in the passage, which had been in a state of terror or confusion, turned into ice sculptures that exuded a chilling despair.

At this point, apart from the cold building itself, there was no living thing left in this Tang Clan branch.

(End of this chapter)