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

Chapter 242 This trip is a success

After dealing with the unsightly trash, Lu Jun's gaze returned to the frozen, desolate demon plane beneath his feet.

He landed slowly, his feet landing on the smooth, mirror-like ice ground.

He gripped the hilt of the Ice Abyss Sword tightly with both hands, raised it high, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at the dark and solidified sky of this plane.

“This world is filthy, devoid of life, yet its essence remains… Perfect, let it become the fuel for my sword.”

Lu Jun's deep and authoritative voice, like a final judgment, resounded throughout this desolate, frozen world.

The next moment, his entire body erupted with an even more dazzling and profound icy blue divine light than when he was in the frozen plane.

Nine divine rings spun wildly behind his head, and the Judgment Ice Wings suddenly opened to their fullest extent.

"drink!"

With a deep exhale, Lu Jun poured all his divine power into the Ice Abyss Sword, and then stabbed it fiercely into the icy ground beneath his feet.

The Ice Abyss Sword, its blade seemingly carved from the core of cosmic ice, pierced into the incredibly hard, icy earth without any resistance.

The moment the sword tip touched the core of the plane.

An indescribable, terrifying suction force, seemingly capable of devouring stars, suddenly erupted from the Ice Abyss Sword.

Centered on the tip of the sword, an enormous, rotating, ice-blue vortex instantly formed.

This vortex does not devour matter, but directly extracts and devours the most core and fundamental plane energy of the entire demon plane.

The dimensional torrents, visible to the naked eye and almost tangible, were like rivers flowing into the sea, frantically converging from all directions and mercilessly sucked into the sword by the icy blue vortex.

The entire demon plane groaned in pain.

The earth was trembling violently.

The solidified ice crystal clouds in the sky began to crack and fall.

The continuous ice-covered mountain range collapsed like a sandcastle.

The structure of the plane is collapsing, and space is wailing.

The Ice Abyss Sword greedily absorbed the vast dimensional origin, its blade emitting an unprecedented joyful hum.

The icy blue light grew brighter and deeper, and the runes flowing on the sword seemed to come alive, emanating an even more profound and terrifying aura of icy laws.

An overwhelming, unstoppable force, seemingly capable of splitting the heavens and earth, flowed continuously back to Lu Jun through the sword hilt.

Lu Jun could clearly feel that the core of the Ice Abyss Sword seemed to have been injected with new vitality, becoming more active and hungry, and the energy contained within it was increasing exponentially.

Compared to absorbing the essence of those demon legions, it was like a trickle flowing into a vast ocean.

“Very good, very good…” Lu Jun’s lips curled into a satisfied smile.

This trip to the demon dimension yielded far more results than expected.

This not only greatly replenished his army of ice golems, but also allowed the Ice Abyss Sword to absorb the power of an entire plane.

This trip was totally worth it, it was excellent value for money!

The devouring continues, and the collapse of the plane is accelerating.

As the last trace of dark red dimensional origin was completely devoured by the Ice Abyss Sword, the enormous ice-blue vortex slowly dissipated.

Beneath Lu Jun's feet, all that remained was a void, a constantly collapsing and disintegrating dark spatial turbulence.

The once filthy demon plane has vanished without a trace, completely transforming into nourishment for the growth of the Ice Abyss Sword.

He slowly pulled out the Ice Abyss Sword, which was deeply embedded in the demon dimension.

The divine sword hummed softly, its blade radiating a restrained and profound light, as if containing a frozen universe. Lu Jun took one last look at this void being swallowed by spatial turbulence, then lingered no longer.

With a gentle flap of his Judgment Ice Wings, his figure transformed into a streak of icy blue light, instantly disappearing into the still-stable Demon Gate.

Light and shadow shift, space transforms.

The next moment, Lu Jun stepped out of the Demon Gate and reappeared on the mountaintop of the Yuanen family.

His appearance is no longer blurred by divine power as it was before.

The nine-layered, slowly rotating, eternally suppressing ice crystal rings, the icy wings of judgment that made the space itself groan as they unfolded, and the ice crystals covered in chilling cold—this pure and majestic divine posture, without reservation, with a soul-freezing oppressive force, was clearly imprinted on the retinas of Yuan Enzhentian and the others.

There was dead silence.

Yuanen Zhentian, Yuanen Tianshang, and all the core experts of the Yuanen family were frozen in place like clay sculptures.

Their eyes were wide open, their mouths agape, their faces etched with extreme shock, fear, and bewilderment.

Is that the solution?

Finally, they saw the demon lord Alba being thrown back in such a sorry state, like a stray dog. He was lying on the ground not far away, his huge body trembling violently, his eyes unfocused, as if he had completely lost his mind!

And now, that deity has returned unharmed.

The sword in his hand seemed to have become even more terrifying.

The demonic dimension passage inside the door, which had originally exuded a terrifying and evil aura, had completely disappeared.

All that remained was the lingering spatial fluctuations and deathly silence.

Lu Jun's gaze calmly swept over the stunned crowd, finally landing on Alba, who was sprawled on the ground like a rag doll. He then looked at the Ice Abyss Sword in his hand, its brilliance subdued, and nodded in satisfaction.

This trip was a complete success.

Yuan Enzhentian, a seasoned Limit Douluo who had seen it all, suddenly had his pupils shrink to the size of pinpoints, and his heart felt as if it had been gripped tightly by an invisible icy hand, almost stopping its beating.

He watched as this god, with just one hand, dragged the ferocious demon lord Alba out of that devastated plane like a chick waiting to be slaughtered, and casually slammed him to the ground.

That's a demon lord with quasi-god-level combat power!

Even in a one-on-one situation, Yuanen Zhentian believed he had no chance of winning.

But now, Alba's limp and trembling appearance is the most glaring and suffocating contrast to his previous arrogant and domineering demeanor as a demon lord.

"Is this... the power of the gods?"

Yuan Enzhentian's throat was dry, and he struggled to move it. Only this thought was echoing wildly in his mind.

Despite possessing the same level of combat power as a Limit Douluo, they appear so insignificant and humble before a true god.

Lu Jun's icy blue eyes coldly fell upon Alba's enormous, fear-distorted, purple-gold head.

That gaze was devoid of any emotion, coldly fixed on the dust.

Lu Jun spoke slowly, his voice calm and even:

"Since you dare not defy me,"

"Then do as I say."

Alba's massive demonic body trembled violently, as if grasping at a last straw. Its enormous head bobbed frantically, its voice sharp and piercing with an overwhelming will to survive:
"Yes, yes, great God, humble Alba will do as you say!"

"Please, I'll do anything to save my life!"

"I'd do anything, even die a thousand deaths, for you!"

(End of this chapter)