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

Chapter 169 Stealing Kills?
"Long Chen, Le Zhengyu, withstand its attack head-on. Tang Wulin, use Blue Silver Grass to limit its ice and fire breath. Xu Xiaoyan, just keep it under control."

"Xie Xie, find an opportunity to attack its relatively weak waist and abdomen connection. Gu Yuena, prepare elemental attacks. Once it is controlled, use your ultimate move. Or, when it is about to use its soul skill to attack us, you can interrupt it."

Lu Jun's command was orderly and methodical.

The group followed orders and their teamwork became increasingly seamless.

Long Chen and Le Zhengyu roared as they clashed head-on with the Ice and Fire Demon Tiger's claws, the sound of metal clashing against metal deafening.

Tang Wulin's Blue Silver Grass, like a tough rope, precisely wrapped around the neck and mouth of the demon tiger as it attempted to unleash its icy and fiery breath, forcibly interrupting it.

Xu Xiaoyan's Starlight Chains slowed down the Demon Tiger's swift movements, and even forcibly controlled it for a second.

The characteristic of absolute control!
It's clearly another rule-based control soul skill, and this one is incredibly powerful.

Xie Xie moved around the Demon Tiger, leaving streaks of blood at the junction of its fur, which was covered with ice crystals and flames, with the Light Dragon Dagger and Shadow Dragon Dagger.

Elemental energy surged in Gu Yuena's hands, ready to be unleashed.

The powerful soul beast was badly injured and its aura was weakening under the siege of the crowd.

Just as he was about to be finished off...

"Haha, what a magnificent Ice and Fire Demon Tiger! Its spiritual power is now ours!"

With a triumphant laugh, several powerful figures burst forth from the dense forest on the flank.

The leader was the fastest, with five spirit rings flashing on his body, two yellow and three purple. In his hand, a long sword burning with flames whistled through the air as he slashed fiercely at the Icefire Demon Tiger's already wounded and heavily guarded waist and abdomen.

The Icefire Demon Tiger, already at its last gasp, let out a mournful cry as its vital organs were pierced by this long-planned fatal blow.

The massive body crashed to the ground, and the pure spiritual energy, so dense it was almost tangible, sprayed outwards like a fountain, instantly being greedily absorbed by the Soul King-level expert who had made the move.

"Cool!"

The Soul King wore an expression of extreme satisfaction and smugness, laughing heartily as if he had just accomplished a remarkable feat.

Xie Xie, Le Zhengyu, Long Chen and the others were instantly furious. They had worked hard for half a day and were about to reap a rich harvest of spoils, but they were intercepted halfway!

"asshole!"

"They actually stole kills?"

"Do you even have any sense of martial ethics? Don't you know the rules?"

Xie Xie, in particular, was so angry that his eyes turned red. He had risked his life to walk around the Demon Tiger, just to create an opportunity for this fatal blow.

I was thinking of delivering a cool final blow, but someone stole my kill?
"Martial virtue?" Upon hearing this, the Soul King and his six companions who had rushed over behind him burst into laughter as if they had heard the biggest joke in the world. "Hahahaha, little brat, have you grown your hair yet? This is the Spirit Ascension Platform. The strong prey on the weak. Don't you understand the law of the jungle?"

The Soul King's smile vanished, replaced by naked greed and ferocity. His gaze swept over the group, especially upon discovering they were all Soul Venerables, and was filled with disdain.

"Whoever has the bigger fist is right. On the contrary, you bunch of Soul Venerables dare to come to the intermediate area? You're really courting death. If we don't rob you, we'll really be sorry."

He licked his lips and grinned maliciously:

"You're all unlucky today, running into my hands. If you know what's good for you, spit out all the spiritual energy you've absorbed."

"Otherwise... hehe, I'll let you experience what the true dangers of the Spirit Ascension Platform are like."

"You!" Xie Xie was furious, gripping his two daggers tightly, his soul power surging. "Who's afraid of who? Come on, you stole our things, and now you want to steal what's on us? Dream on!"

"Well said." A calm yet icy voice rang out behind Xie Xie, clearly drowning out all the noise.

Lu Jun slowly walked out from behind Xie Xie, Long Chen and the others, passed them and went straight to the front of the group, standing opposite the arrogant Soul King.

His white robes, as white as snow, fluttered gently in the breeze swirling with soul power. He casually gripped the Ice Abyss Sword in his right hand, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground, the space around the sword seemingly distorted slightly by the extreme low temperature.

Beneath his feet, four jet-black soul rings rose silently, slowly rotating and emanating a suffocating sense of oppression.

His handsome face was expressionless, and he looked at the Soul King opposite him with indifference, as if he were looking at a clown.

An invisible chill, seemingly capable of freezing the soul, quietly spread out from him.

Although it was a Soul Master facing a Soul King, his aura remained as immovable as an iceberg, and even subtly overwhelmed his opponent.

"Wait, wait a minute."

As soon as Lu Jun came out, they realized that something was wrong.

"White robes, an ice sword... four, ten-thousand-year soul rings?"

The Soul King's sinister smile froze instantly, his pupils contracted sharply, as if he had recalled something extremely terrifying, and his voice trembled almost imperceptibly:

"You, you are... the fourth on the list of genius teenagers... Ice Sword Lu Jun?"

Lu Jun did not answer, and didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

This kind of disregard is more damaging than any mockery.

The Soul Masters behind him turned deathly pale upon hearing the name Ice Sword Lu Jun. Their previous arrogance vanished, replaced by intense fear and retreat.

"Boss, it really is him, Lu Jun, the one in white with a blue sword, the one with the ice sword. He's the monster who killed several Soul King teams by himself in the intermediate zone last year."

"Damn, this is a tough one, boss. Can we beat him? I heard he even has the Soul Emperor..."

"Shut up." The Soul King sternly stopped his subordinates from making any words that could undermine morale, but cold sweat had already seeped from his forehead.

He stared intently at Lu Jun, his mind racing as he weighed the options.

He had certainly heard of Ice Sword Lu Jun's fearsome reputation, and those four ten-thousand-year soul rings were undeniable.

But... they have a total of three Soul Kings and four Soul Masters on their side.

The opponent only had one Soul Master, while the rest were Soul Venerables.

The difference in combat strength between the two sides is so great...

It's really hard to prevent people from having wicked thoughts.

Overwhelming greed and a sliver of hope instantly overwhelmed the fear.

Defeat Ice Sword Lu Jun!

This thought, like a devil's temptation, grew wildly in his mind.

If they succeed, their team's reputation will resound throughout the entire Ascension Platform.

They might even gain favor with powerful forces.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with ferocity, and roared, his voice sharp but his words weak:
"So it's Lord Lu of Ice Sword. I've long admired your name. It seems there must be some misunderstanding between us. Perhaps..."

"Enough with the nonsense." Lu Jun's icy voice directly interrupted his attempts to salvage or stall for time.

He raised his eyelids slightly, his indifferent gaze sweeping over the other person:

"Since you stole our team's soul beast's spiritual power, you must have been prepared to have it stolen from you."

(End of this chapter)