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

Chapter 241 Alba: Brothers, we've got some cows!

Lu Jun, or rather, at this moment, should be referred to as Lu Jun in his divine state.

Suspended in the core of the frozen and desolate demon plane.

Nine layers of ice crystal rings slowly rotated behind his head, exuding supreme majesty that suppressed all heavens. The Judgment Ice Wings gently unfolded, and each subtle flap caused the surrounding solidified space to groan under the unbearable pressure.

His icy blue eyes, like an ancient, unyielding abyss, coldly looked down at the demon lord Alba, who knelt on the icy ground below, his massive body trembling violently with fear.

Albana’s massive head was buried deep in the cold ice. Where his forehead was pressed against the ice, the ice crystals were even slightly melted by the last bit of body heat he emitted, before freezing back into frost.

He had lost even the courage to raise his head, and could only repeat himself with broken, endlessly humble cries:
"God, God, spare us, spare us! I was blind and offended your divine power. Please... please have mercy and spare our demon race."

"We...we really didn't know that such a great god as you was in charge of the Douluo plane. If we had known, we wouldn't have dared to disturb it even a little bit, even if we had ten thousand lives."

Lu Jun looked down at the once arrogant demon lord who had clamored to burn the world to ashes, now reduced to a terrified mangy dog ​​wagging its tail and begging for mercy. His brows furrowed slightly, almost imperceptibly.

A flicker of undisguised disgust and disappointment flashed across his icy blue eyes.

"Stand up." His voice was calm and even, yet it carried an undeniable divine power, like an ice pick piercing Alba's soul.

"Where is your arrogance from before? Where is your ambition to conquer planes? Pick up your sword, stand up, and fight back against me."

Alba's massive body trembled violently, his head burying even lower, almost embedding itself in the ice, his voice filled with a desperate, tearful murmur:

"No, I wouldn't dare! I would never, I would never dare to raise my sword against the gods! That would be blasphemy... it would be courting death!"

"May the gods have mercy, may the gods grant you grace..."

Its enormous claws dug deep into the ice, leaving deep scratches, yet it dared not even entertain the slightest thought of resistance.

That absolute power, capable of changing the world and freezing an entire plane with a single thought, had already completely crushed all his dignity and ferocity as a demon lord.

The look of disappointment in Lu Jun's eyes deepened.

What he needs is a punching bag that allows him to stretch his muscles and test the full power of this god-level experience card, not a useless piece of trash who only knows how to kowtow and beg for mercy.

Such a coward doesn't even deserve his interest.

"A coward who dares not resist."

Lu Jun gave a cold snort, his voice filled with disdain.

He stopped looking at the muddy puddle of Alba at his feet and instead swept his gaze across the desolate demon plane that he had personally frozen.

Those demonic ice sculptures, each with its own unique form, are like timeless works of art, scattered across the icy plains.

"Since you don't dare..."

Lu Jun slowly raised a hand covered in ice crystal armor, palm down, and pressed it lightly against the endless frozen corpses below.

An invisible wave of law, imbued with the supreme authority of the Ice Abyss Sword, spread instantly across the entire frozen plane like ripples on water.

The next moment, a scene unfolded that nearly made Alba faint from shock.

The frozen demon corpses, whether low-level hellhounds and lesser demons, or powerful demons, flying demons, or even the remains of the nine great demons that had been tortured and shattered by the Ice Emperor, had their bodies instantly shattered and melted by the mysterious ice covering them.

But it wasn't the corpses themselves that crumbled and melted, but rather the deathly ice shells that bound them. Immediately afterward, a purer, colder, and completely dominated by Lu Jun's will, icy blue energy, like a reverse current of life, frantically poured into these corpses.

"Roar--"

Hollow, cold, lifeless roars, yet filled with absolute obedience and a murderous will, suddenly erupted from the mouths of the resurrected corpses.

Their eyes were no longer scarlet or chaotic, but transformed into two points of ghostly blue soul fire, flickering with icy flames.

Their bodies were quickly covered and reshaped by a more solid, metallic-looking deep blue ice.

Severed limbs were rejoined by ice crystals, and broken bodies were filled with ice.

In an instant, a massive army of ice golems, exuding a deathly chill and moving in perfect unison, stood silently on the icy plain beneath Lu Jun, like an army of the dead crawling out from the deepest depths of hell.

Their aura was colder and more concentrated than when they were alive. They had lost the chaos and ferocity of demons, and were left with only pure, obedient killing machines driven by the Ice Abyss Sword Intent.

Alba's enormous demonic eyes were fixed on the frost golems transformed from his former subjects and his legion. His lips twitched uncontrollably, and his massive heart felt as if it were being pierced repeatedly by ice spikes.

His demonic army, the conquering power he painstakingly built, actually...

And yet, this deity so casually... gave it away to the cow?
Brothers, we've got some awesome stuff.

Alba was on the verge of tears.

His demon army thus became the cold, hard minions of the enemy.

Not to mention those nine powerful demons he relied on, who were comparable to Super Douluo...

At this moment, it also transformed into the Icefall Commander, exuding terrifying coldness, silently guarding below Lu Jun.

The overwhelming sense of absurdity and powerlessness nearly suffocated Alba.

Lu Jun seemed to hear Alba's inner wailing, and gave him a cold glance, the disgust in his eyes almost tangible.

Alba dared not resist, which completely extinguished his last bit of interest in testing his divine power. This kind of wretch was just an eyesore.

"Since you enjoy being a coward so much..." Lu Jun's icy voice rang out, "then go back to where you belong."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Jun's hand, covered in divine armor, suddenly grabbed at Alba from a distance.

An invisible, overwhelming, and terrifying force instantly bound Alba's massive body.

He felt as if he were being gripped tightly by an invisible giant ice crystal hand, with no room to struggle.

"No—" Alba screamed in terror.

However, Lu Jun ignored him completely and suddenly swung his arm.

Alba's heavy, purple-gold demonic body, like a tattered sack carelessly discarded by a giant, was violently flung towards the demonic gate leading to the Douluo plane, which was still firmly held in the air by Lu Jun's divine power.

Pfft!
Alba's massive body slammed into the light screen of the Demon Gate in a sorry state, creating a violent ripple. Then, as if ejected, it rolled and screamed as it was forcibly thrown back to the Douluo plane.

As for how he would face Yuan Enzhentian and the others after he returned, Lu Jun didn't care at all.

(End of this chapter)