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

Chapter 235 Hyotei: Let me have some fun too, okay?
The hundreds of hellhounds charging at the forefront seemed to have crashed into an invisible, blade-covered ice wall.

Their bodies, propelled by inertia, slammed into the suddenly appearing ice crystals, instantly pierced by countless ice spears, torn apart by ice spikes, and shredded into countless flying fragments of black flesh and ice shards by the swirling storm of ice blades.

The intense stench of blood and the chilling aura of death instantly filled the air.

However, there were simply too many demons.

Like an endless tide, those in front were crushed, while those behind, stepping on the corpses of their companions, surged forward even more frantically.

Finally, a dozen or so of the fastest and luckiest hellhounds broke through the deadly ice crystal zone and roared as they pounced on Lu Jun.

The foul-smelling saliva and sharp teeth went straight for his throat and limbs.

Lu Jun merely twisted his wrist, which was holding the Ice Abyss Sword, slightly.

It was simply the simplest, most direct, and most lethal move: to thrust the Ice Abyss Sword forward.

The icy blue sword light, like a venomous snake's tongue, pierced with unparalleled precision into the gaping maw of the first hellhound that lunged at it.

The sword tip pierced through the back of his head.

The icy sword energy erupted instantly, freezing and shattering the hellhound from the inside out, along with its filthy soul.

The sword light did not pause at all, and continued to slash diagonally downwards.

"His-"

The hellhound that had been pierced, along with another one that lunged at it from the side, was smoothly sliced ​​in half by this sword.

Black, foul blood, entrails, and bone fragments mixed with ice shards scattered and flew everywhere like exploding fireworks.

A few drops of the foul-smelling, warm demon blood even splashed onto the outline of Lu Jun's blurry figure's face.

This bloody scene did not move Lu Jun in the slightest. On the contrary, he felt an indescribable and intense pleasure of killing, which flowed like an electric current through the hilt of the Ice Abyss Sword into the depths of his consciousness.

It was as if the sword was cheering, yearning for more blood and souls.

"Hahahaha!"

A light laugh, filled with joy and enjoyment, came from the blurry figure.

Cool!
Lu Jun was no longer confined to his original position, but rather seemed to merge into an icy blue whirlwind, with his sword moving with him and himself moving with the sword.

In his hands, the Ice Abyss Sword transformed into the scythe of death. With each simple swing—a stab, a flick, a swipe, a slice, a crack—it brought forth a chilling, bone-piercing light.

Wherever the sword light touched, not a single demon remained intact.

A hellhound was struck between the eyebrows by the tip of a sword, and its head instantly shattered into ice shards!
Another four-armed demon swung its bone blade at the attack, but the Ice Abyss Sword lightly tapped it, instantly freezing and shattering the bone blade and its arm. The sword light then swept across its thick neck, and its enormous head flew up with a frozen look of astonishment.

The flying demons in the sky attempted to swoop down and launch a sneak attack, but the Ice Abyss Sword simply swept upwards casually, and several thin, icy blue sword energies shot out, instantly piercing them along with their wings, freezing them into ice blocks that fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Each sword strike is not merely a physical kill, but also accompanied by a powerful, icy abyss sword intent.

A massive amount of ice crystals and an even more terrifying cold wave, following the momentum of his sword, surged towards the most densely packed area of ​​the demonic torrent, like a living tide.

Wherever it passed, swathes of demons were frozen into ice flakes, which were then shattered into dust by the onslaught of subsequent surging demons.

I'll crush you all.

Go and speak to my Ice Abyss Sword!
Black demon blood splashed like ink, staining the frozen ground and splattering the blurry figure strolling leisurely through the demon torrent, sword flashing.

The intense killing intent mixed with the subtle, whale-like humming sound emitted by the Ice Abyss Sword as it absorbed the demon's essence, creating a cruel yet magnificent symphony of death.

Lu Jun was completely satisfied with the killing. He was immersed in the thrill of the carnage.

On the periphery, all the powerful members of the Yuanen family, led by Yuanen Zhentian, were frozen in place as if petrified, their mouths agape, staring blankly at the scene in the center of the martial arts arena that resembled a painting of hell.

What did they see?
That mysterious deity, alone with only a sword, stood blocking the demon's gate, which resembled the gaping maw of hell.

No matter how many ferocious and terrifying demons surged out from inside the gate, they were like black, raging waves crashing against the rocks.

And he is that reef, forever standing firm!
The sword in his hand is the most precise and efficient crusher, reaping countless lives with every swing.

Yuan Enzhentian, a Limit Douluo who had lived for countless years, felt that his worldview had been completely crushed and then reshaped.

He had assumed that the deity would unleash a tremendous divine power to seal the passage in one fell swoop.

But to everyone's surprise, this deity chose the most primitive, violent, and shocking method.

Block the door, then massacre!

Watching that figure casually wielding his sword amidst the endless torrent of demons, his body covered in blood yet still radiating a cold, divine brilliance, a chill that ran deep into their bones and an indescribable awe completely overwhelmed the minds of Yuanen Zhentian and all his clansmen.

Is this the power of God?
The Ice Abyss Sword flew through Lu Jun's hands, each simple swing bringing with it a storm of blood and frozen death.

The black demon blood, like murky ink, was splattered on the ground covered with thick frost, and also splattered the outline of that blurry figure.

The intense thrill of killing was like the finest wine, flowing down the hilt of the sword and causing a ripple of intoxication to spread deep within Lu Jun's consciousness.

The Ice Abyss Sword greedily devoured the primordial power of every slain demon, and the icy blue aura flowing across its blade grew ever deeper and more refined, like an ancient ice dragon awakening.

In the sea of ​​spirits, witnessing this feast of pure violence and extreme cold, Hyotei could no longer contain himself.

As one of the three great kings of the far north, the ferocity and fighting instincts of this 400,000-year-old beast were completely ignited during Lu Jun's exhilarating massacre.

The splattered blood, the broken limbs, the frozen screams...

All of this stirred up her long-dormant vengeful spirit.

Ten thousand years ago, she was one of the most powerful beings on the Douluo Continent.

Now that she's in this era, reduced to a roadside figure, she must feel incredibly frustrated.

She was also eager to have some fun.

"Lu Jun." The Ice Emperor's voice rang out in the sea of ​​consciousness, filled with an irrepressible excitement and longing, cautiously probing, "Seeing how readily you agree, I... I'm getting a little itchy too. I've been asleep for so long, my bones are almost rusty. Can I have some fun with this Ice Abyss Sword as well?"

"Just let me use it for a bit, let me try it out, okay?"

Seemingly afraid that Riku would refuse, Hyotei quickly resorted to coquettishness:

"Is that good~"

Lu Jun, who was splitting a four-armed demon in two with a single sword strike, paused slightly.

He sensed Hyotei's longing.

A slight smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

"Why not? Partner, go all out. This feast is for you."

(End of this chapter)