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

Chapter 229 You're a god!
Even with the knowledge and composure of Yuan Enzhen, the Limit Douluo, he couldn't help but let out a surprised exclamation.

The material and energy level contained in this token are absolutely beyond the ordinary.

Simply by holding it, he felt that his mental strength, which had long reached its limit and was as unshakable as a rock, seemed to be cleansed by this cold air and become even more refined.

This is no ordinary thing.

At this point, Yuanen Zhentian began to believe Yuanen Yehui's explanation somewhat.

“The token needs to be infused with soul power, and then the deity residing inside will emerge,” Yuan Enhui added from the side.

Yuan Enzhentian gave his granddaughter a deep look, then lowered his head to stare at the mysterious token in his hand.

Anyway, he was a Limit Douluo at the demigod level.

He was, after all, one of the strongest individuals in the Douluo Continent.

He's confident he can handle anyone who's playing tricks.

With that thought in mind, he no longer hesitated.

With a thought, a strand of pure and vast soul power, like a boundless ocean, was carefully separated and slowly injected into the token.

The moment the soul power was injected, the token suddenly burst forth with a dazzling ice-blue light.

The temperature in the entire hall plummeted instantly, and fine ice crystals condensed on the ground, walls, and even in the air.

A vast, majestic, and terrifying will, surpassing all living beings, descended with a thunderous roar, like an ancient beast awakening from its slumber.

To everyone's astonishment, countless ice-blue light spots appeared out of thin air above the token, quickly converging and outlining.

Ultimately, it formed a blurry figure with constantly distorted and undulating edges, as if covered by a thick mosaic.

The figure stood with his hands behind his back, suspended in mid-air. An indescribable, transcendent aura, as if he were the master of heaven and earth, instantly filled the entire hall like an invisible tsunami, making everyone present gasp for breath, as if they were carrying a ten-thousand-foot iceberg on their shoulders.

It was Lu Jun who descended across space using the token as a coordinate.

Or rather, this is one aspect of him descending in the guise of a god.

His blurred face seemed to scan the shocked crowd in the hall before finally settling on Yuanen Zhentian, who looked as if facing a formidable enemy.

"It seems you have many questions about me."

Lu Jun wasn't surprised; instead, he smiled and said...

Yuan Enzhentian endured the terrifying pressure that almost froze his soul. His cloudy eyes flashed with unprecedented brilliance as he stared intently at the blurry figure. His voice was filled with extreme shock and deep doubt, even trembling slightly:

"You...you are really...a god?!"

He tried to penetrate that mosaic-like blur with the perception of a Limit Douluo, but it was like throwing a mud ox into the sea; all he could perceive was an unfathomable void that froze everything.

This stirred up a huge storm in his heart.

What the hell is this?
Even his cultivation level couldn't see through this person's true cultivation level.

Could he really be a god?

"Ah."

Faced with the questioning of Yuan Enzhentian, a powerful figure standing at the pinnacle of the continent, the blurry figure merely let out a light, ambiguous laugh.

The next second, something unexpected happened.

Without any warning, the blurry figure slowly raised his seemingly illusory hand, which was also composed of light spots.

Without any fluctuation of soul power or any prelude to the gathering of energy, it simply and casually tapped the air in the direction where Yuanen Zhentian was located.

The movements were as casual as shooing away a fly.

Before Yuanen Zhentian could even react, he felt an indescribable, terrifying power, as if the very rules of heaven and earth had been twisted and frozen, suddenly descend upon him. Yuanen Zhentian's pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

His soul core was operating at an unprecedented speed, and his vast soul power of level ninety-nine instinctively burst forth, attempting to condense into the strongest defense in front of him.

The Limit Douluo's domain instantly expanded, attempting to distort space and neutralize this fatal blow.

But, it didn't work.

Faced with that absolute power, his proud soul power, mental power, and even his body itself were as fragile as paper.

That force wasn't a violent impact, but rather something from a higher dimension...

Rejection and freezing.

He felt as if he had become an ant thrown into an eternally frozen abyss, all his strength, all his senses, all his thoughts of resistance were completely frozen and disintegrated the moment he came into contact with that power.

Under the utterly horrified gazes of Yuanen Tianshang, Yuanen Yehui, and the other core clan members in the hall, their clan's supreme guardian deity, the level 99 Limit Douluo, Yuanen Zhentian, was sent flying backwards without any resistance, like a rag doll struck by an invisible giant hand.

"Boom!"

His hunched body crashed heavily into the thick stone wall behind the main hall.

The stone wall, which was strong enough to withstand the full force of a Title Douluo's attack, was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks like a fragile biscuit, groaning under the strain.

The entire hall shook violently, and dust fell in a flurry.

Yuan Enzhentian was embedded in the cracked stone wall, his posture was extremely disheveled, his soul power was dissipated, his domain was shattered, his face was deathly pale, and even a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He struggled to lift his head, gazing at the still indistinct figure standing with hands clasped behind his back in the air, his eyes filled with unprecedented horror, terror, and...

A sense of awe that comes from the depths of one's soul.

Absolute silence enveloped the entire hall.

Everyone was frozen in place, as if under a spell, their minds blank, even forgetting to breathe.

a slap.

Just a slap.

A slap that was barely touched!

How could a Limit Douluo, who stood at the pinnacle of the Douluo Continent, be swatted away like a fly?

Is this... is this really the kind of power that should exist in the mortal realm?
Yuan Enhui covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes wide open, her heart almost stopping.

She knew this god was powerful, but to such an inconceivable degree...

It still far exceeded her imagination.

At this moment, the blurry figure hovering in mid-air, surrounded by icy blue light spots, seemed to have done something insignificant under the deathly silence and the gazes of countless terrified and awe-inspiring eyes.

The blurred face seemed to turn towards the disheveled Yuanen Zhentian, deeply embedded in the wall, and the calm, grand voice rang out again:

"Now, do you still have any questions about my identity?"

Yuan Enzhen struggled to pry himself out of the cracked stone wall.

He hunched over and coughed violently a few times, each cough causing excruciating pain throughout his body. The blood spilling from the corner of his mouth stood out starkly against his pale beard.

He raised his hand and wiped away the bloodstains with his sleeve, then looked at the blurry, mosaic-like figure in mid-air.

The last trace of doubt and scrutiny in his eyes had vanished, replaced by pure, soul-deep awe and a hint of fear from surviving a catastrophe.

A level 99 Limit Douluo, a pinnacle existence on the continent, was rendered as vulnerable as a child in the hands of this opponent.

What else could this be but a god?
(End of this chapter)