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

Chapter 176 Lu Jun's Explosive Power
Lu Jun did not unleash any more soul skills that consumed a large amount of soul power, because his soul power was already insufficient to support the consumption brought by the soul skills.

Even with a large amount of energy from heaven and earth being absorbed and replenished, Lu Jun's soul power was already somewhat insufficient when the amount of soul skills consumed exceeded the amount of soul power restored.

The difference in their cultivation levels was too great, causing Lu Jun to expend a large amount of soul power with each encounter.

The sword moves like a dragon!

Lu Jun seemed to merge into the cold light of the Ice Abyss Sword, his steps darting and dodging within a small space, each movement exquisitely precise, narrowly avoiding several deadly soul skill attacks.

In his hands, the Ice Abyss Sword transformed into the scythe of death, no longer simply a law of ice, but the purest and most deadly killing technique.

A sword flashed, a cold light streaked across the sky, and a Soul King wielding a flaming spear charged forward. Instantly, a thin, almost imperceptible red line appeared on the throat of him. His momentum came to an abrupt halt, the madness in his eyes froze, and he collapsed to the ground with unbelievable terror.

Immediately afterwards, even more Soul Kings rushed towards Lu Jun.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

Lu Jun's wrist flicked, and the Ice Abyss Sword accurately deflected the spear thrusting from the side, parried the heavy axe slashing diagonally, and even used a clever force to deflect an incoming wind blade, causing it to collide with the protective soul power of another Soul King.

Then he swung the Ice Abyss Sword again, and two more flashes of cold light appeared.

One Soul Master collapsed, clutching his pierced chest, while another Control-type Soul Master, who attempted to ambush from behind, had his arm severed by a backhand sword strike and rolled away screaming in agony.

Lu Jun's figure weaved through the pile of Soul Kings, his white clothes already soaked in blood, making it impossible to tell whether it was the enemy's or his own.

Every swing of the sword takes a life, and every dodge is fraught with danger.

The Ice Abyss Sword sang as it drank blood, its eerie blue light tinged with a dark, eerie red, carving deadly trails across the chaotic battlefield.

Five, six!
In the blink of an eye, five or six more Soul Kings fell under his sword, turning into scattered spiritual energy specks that were greedily absorbed by the Ice Abyss Sword, barely replenishing his almost depleted soul power and physical strength.

"This guy is too strong, I'm no match for him." A Soul King who had narrowly escaped a sword strike let out a scream of despair as he watched his companion fall to the ground beside him. His fighting spirit completely collapsed, and he turned to run away.

"Get out of my way!" Tang Lie's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He never expected that Lu Jun could still unleash such terrifying close-combat skills despite being so severely injured.

He exchanged a glance with Yu Xinglie and Yu Xinghen, who had also recovered somewhat, and both saw the horror and determination in each other's eyes.

Can't wait any longer.

We can't let this monster kill any more.

Otherwise, even if they manage to capture him in the end, the elite troops they brought will be almost entirely wiped out within this Spirit Ascension Platform.

Most importantly, they wiped out most of the ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts on the intermediate-level Spirit Ascension Platform. If Lu Jun kills them, their spiritual power will be absorbed by him.

Isn't this just delivering takeout to them?

What? Instead of besieging and humiliating Lu Jun, they helped Lu Jun's ten-thousand-year-old soul spirit ascend to the level of one hundred thousand years?
"A bunch of idiots!" Yu Xinglie roared, forcibly suppressing his injuries, and the remaining lightning around him surged again.

"Attack together, with all your might!"

Tang Lie's Soul-Chasing Crescent Blade emitted a shrill shriek, while Yu Xinghen's hands gathered lightning. The three of them, along with the remaining Soul Kings, charged like a series of violent hurricanes with their last madness and unwavering determination, towards the blood-stained figure standing amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Faced with this final encirclement, a chilling glint flashed in Lu Jun's eyes.

He took a deep breath, as if trying to inhale all the remaining cold air around him, and raised the Ice Abyss Sword high, its tip pointing straight to the sky.

"Ice Abyss with Ten Thousand Horns".

The deep fourth spirit ring burst forth with intense light.

This time, it wasn't just the ground; the ice elements remaining in the air, dissipating, and even contained in enemy attacks were all forcibly extracted and condensed under the absolute control of the Ice Abyss Sword.

Countless sharp, ice crystal spikes, radiating absolute zero cold, appeared out of thin air around, beneath, and above the bodies of Tang Lie, Yu Xinglie, Yu Xinghen, and all the remaining Soul Kings who were attacking them.

A series of incredibly rapid, chilling piercing sounds erupted instantly. "Ugh—!"

"No!"

Screams kept coming!
Those icicles, piercing out from all sorts of bizarre angles, ignored the protective soul power and, like the most precise instruments of torture, instantly pierced their arms, thighs, waists, and even shoulders.

Fresh blood gushed from the wound like a fountain.

A terrifying chill surged wildly into his body through the wound, freezing his blood and numbing his nerves.

All the charging figures, including the three Soul Emperors, froze and sluggish instantly.

As if nailed to the spot by countless cold nails, the intense pain and biting cold contorted their faces, and blood gushed from their mouths.

This offensive was instantly thwarted by Lu Jun.

Just as they were pinned down by the myriad thorns, unable to move, their soul power was frozen and disrupted by the cold air.

Lu Jun's third spirit ring lit up immediately afterward.

"Ice Abyss Storm".

The Ice Abyss Sword swung down suddenly forward.

"Woo——"

The biting wind was like a roar from the deepest hell. Eight ice and snow tornadoes, composed of countless sharp ice blades and absolute cold, appeared out of thin air in eight directions on the battlefield and took shape instantly.

With an overwhelming force capable of destroying everything, they swept wildly towards everyone in the center who were pinned down by the myriad thorns and unable to dodge.

The storm raged, ice blades sliced ​​through, and icy poison corroded.

Various debuffs were applied to them.

What awaited them was the coldest temperature, which descended upon them, giving them absolute death.

"help me!"

The desperate cries were instantly drowned out by the roar of the raging wind and snow.

The blizzard was like a giant meat grinder, mercilessly crushing the area.

As the eight storms slowly dissipated, all that remained were scattered ice shards, frozen blood clots, and broken fragments of soul tools.

All the remaining Soul Kings perished, transforming into scattered spiritual energy points within the Ascension Platform. Like fireflies, they drifted towards Lu Jun, who stood in the center holding a sword, and merged into his body.

This also restored a little color to Lu Jun's pale face, but his breathing remained disordered and weak.

At the eye of the storm, only three figures remained standing: Tang Lie, Yu Xinglie, and Yu Xinghen.

The three of them were covered in thick frost mixed with blood and grime, like three wretched ice sculptures.

Their powerful physiques at the Soul Emperor level allowed them to withstand the terrifying storm of ice blades at the last moment.

However, their current state was extremely miserable. Their bodies were covered with wounds from the ice blades, some so deep that the bone was visible. Their blood was frozen by the cold air, their faces were as pale as ghosts, and their aura had plummeted to rock bottom. They were clearly on the verge of their limits.

They looked at Lu Jun, who stood amidst the corpses after the storm, swaying precariously but still holding his sword upright. Their eyes were filled with the shock of surviving a catastrophe and a deep-seated fear.

That burst of power just now... was practically world-destroying.

How could a Soul Master possibly unleash such terrifying power?

(End of this chapter)