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

Chapter 243 You're such a selfish person, all you ever think about is yourself.

Upon hearing this, Lu Jun made no extra movements. His finger, covered in ice crystals, pointed like a pointer to fate, and landed precisely on the unconscious Yuan En Ye Hui.

The icy blue divine light swirling around his fingertips flickered slightly.

"Let this human girl return to her original state."

"Yes, obey!"

Alba dared not hesitate for a moment. He hurriedly raised his huge claws, and his primordial blood and soul fragments, mixed with the purplish-black magic light, surged towards Yuanen Yehui with an almost sacrificial humility.

The demonic power that was eroding her body and twisting her martial spirit melted and peeled away rapidly, like snow meeting the blazing sun, thanks to Lu Jun's divine will and Alba's all-out efforts.

The demonic markings on Yuanen Yehui's body faded, her menacing demonic horns retracted, and the scales covering her softened and disappeared...

Her body is visibly regaining its youthful curves and fair skin.

The immense soul power within his body, which had been forcibly elevated to the level of a Title Douluo, plummeted rapidly like a flood bursting its banks, eventually stabilizing at the peak of the forty-ninth level Soul Master.

However, just as the soul power was about to be completely stabilized.

A wisp of extremely faint, yet pure and cold, icy-blue energy containing supreme divinity, was like a spark falling into dry tinder. This divine energy instantly ignited her hidden potential.

That was the supreme divine power that Lu Jun had left over from suppressing the demonic power within her body, which had not been fully retrieved.

An aura far purer and more refined than that of an ordinary Soul King breakthrough erupted from Yuanen Yehui.

Her soul power was not weakened by the extraction of demonic power; on the contrary, under the catalysis of divine energy, it broke through the level 50 barrier in one fell swoop.

Her spirit rings appeared automatically, and the outline of her fifth spirit ring flickered, announcing that she had officially entered the realm of the Spirit King.

Three purple and two black, level 50, Soul King!
"Well……"

Yuan Enhui let out a low groan, her long eyelashes trembling as she opened her eyes in a daze.

Consciousness returned like a tide, and fragments of terrifying memories from before the coma surfaced.

She subconsciously looked at herself and found that her body had returned to normal. Then, she felt the surging Soul King-level Soul Power within her body, as well as the strange, icy energy residue that made her soul feel both warm and awe.

Her gaze instinctively followed the source of that energy.

Then she saw it.

Not far away, the figure suspended in mid-air, its perfect divine body outlined by ice crystals, its ice wings fluttering slightly behind it, and its nine divine rings slowly rotating, casting down a radiance that made one's soul tremble.

His face was still shrouded in a hazy, divine radiance that seemed to be composed of countless tiny ice crystals, as if seen through an eternal, unyielding mist, making it impossible to discern his true features.

One can only sense that profound, cold, supreme divinity that looks down upon all living beings.

But the mere presence of this deity, its domineering aura that surveys the universe, its unique ice wings and divine halo, was enough to suffocate Yuanen Yehui instantly.

Her heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, her mind went blank, and only one thought remained, screaming wildly.

god!
This is a true god!
Those ice wings, one above the other, asymmetrical yet possessing a strange beauty that tears apart rules and judges all things, are more oppressive than any image of a deity she could imagine.

This is definitely classy now.

Just by looking at his posture, you can tell this guy is incredibly strong.

Yuan Enhui was completely stunned; even her thoughts seemed to be frozen.

"Thump!" Yuan Enzhentian was the first person to barely regain a sliver of reason from the extreme shock.

Without hesitation, he knelt down, and with the utmost respect and devotion, pressed his forehead heavily against the cold mountain rock, his voice trembling with excitement and awe:
"Thank you... thank you, great God! Thank you for saving my Yuanen family from disaster!"

"Your kindness will be forever remembered by the Yuanen clan!"

His kneeling acted as if lighting a fuse. Yuanen Tianshang and all the core experts of the Yuanen family present, regardless of their cultivation level, were as if waking from a dream. Filled with the ecstasy of surviving a calamity and a deep-seated awe, they all knelt down in unison, their kowtows echoing across the mountain.

"Thanks be to God for His grace!"

"Thank you, God, for saving my life!"

"The Yuanen clan will forever be grateful for God's grace!"

Yuan Enhui also struggled to get up and kneel, but his body was slightly weak due to weakness and the remaining divine power, and he finally bowed his head deeply.

Lu Jun hovered in the air, his divine eyes lowered, calmly accepting the worship below, merely nodding slightly, as if it were all perfectly natural.

His gaze returned to Alba, who lay sprawled on the ground, his breath weak, yet a glimmer of hope rekindled in his eyes.

“Apologize to these humans you have harmed.” Lu Jun’s voice remained icy, like an unchanging abyss. “I want your sincere apology.”

Alba's massive body jolted, and he scrambled and struggled to turn over, facing the kneeling Yuanen Zhentian and the others.

Its enormous head hung low, almost touching the ground, its purplish-gold scales reflecting a humble luster in the moonlight.

He took a deep breath and, with all his might, made his voice sound full of remorse:
“I…I’m sorry! The great Yuanen family…It was I, Alba, who was blinded by greed and overwhelmed by ambition.”

"It was I who bewitched your people, corrupted your bloodline, and attempted to use this girl as a coordinate to invade your plane."

"I am deeply sinful, I deserve to die, I repent..."

"Please, for the sake of the gods..."

His voice was choked with sobs, his massive body trembled slightly, and he performed with utmost sincerity, taking all the blame upon himself in an attempt to elicit a final shred of pity.

However, just as his last words of repentance had not yet faded, and while Yuan Enzhen and the others were still immersed in the absurdity of the demon lord's humble apology,

A streak of icy blue light tore through the air without warning.

The Ice Abyss Sword in Lu Jun's hand had been waiting for a long time. It transformed into a death ray that froze the soul, faster than thought, and pierced Alba's chest covered with thick scales with unparalleled precision.

The icy blade pierced through the demon's body without hindrance, emerging from its back and bringing with it a spray of deep purple demonic blood, which was instantly frozen into ice shards by the extreme cold energy on the sword.

"Uh……"

Alba's massive body stiffened abruptly, and his enormous demonic eyes widened in shock, bewilderment, and disbelief.

He lowered his head with difficulty, looking at the icy blue divine sword that had pierced his heart and exuded an aura of destruction. Then he looked up at Lu Jun's still blurry but absolutely cold face, his voice hoarse and broken:

"You...you...you said you would...let me go?"

Lu Jun gripped the sword hilt, his icy blue eyes utterly calm, as if stating a perfectly simple fact:

"When did I agree to that? Don't flatter yourself."

"You're such a selfish person, all you ever think about is yourself."

(End of this chapter)