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

Chapter 295 Invading the Tang Sect Headquarters!

Shrek City, Tang Clan Headquarters.

This massive fortress, hidden deep underground, a steel behemoth lurking in the heart of Shrek City, exudes a suffocating sense of oppression with its formidable defenses and countless years of accumulated power.

This place is the source of countless conspiracies, and also a nest belonging exclusively to the Tang Clan.

The titled Douluo who had returned from Mingdu was walking hurriedly through the cold alloy passageway in the core area of ​​the headquarters.

He had just passed through multiple layers of identity verification and was preparing to head to the highest-level briefing room to report intelligence about the target, Lu Jun, to the Tang Clan elder in charge of the operation.

He repeatedly pondered the boy's calm yet all-knowing gaze, and the subtle, almost imperceptible ripple that appeared when he drew closer...

I always feel like something is wrong.

Just then, an extreme chill, without warning and originating from the depths of his bone marrow, pierced through his powerful protective soul force like countless icy steel needles.

The chill did not come from the external environment, but rather seemed to erupt suddenly from within his body.

It was icy cold, and even his strong soul, which was at the level of a Title Douluo, couldn't help but shiver violently.

"hiss--"

The icy chill caused the titled Douluo to abruptly stop in his tracks, looking around in surprise and uncertainty.

The temperature control system inside the passage was functioning normally, and the other Tang Clan members who passed by also showed no abnormalities.

He subconsciously touched his chest and arms, only to find his skin was ice-cold.

"what happened?"

The alarm bells rang loudly in the mind of the titled Douluo.

With his cultivation level, he was already immune to heat and cold, let alone in the core area of ​​the Tang Sect headquarters, which was as solid as a rock and had the best defense in the continent.

Is there any danger?

No, that's not right.

That's impossible.

This is the Tang Clan headquarters, which means it's absolutely safe.

Even if a Limit Douluo were to arrive in person, it would be impossible for him to infiltrate this place silently.

"Could it be that he scared her out of her wits during the day?"

The thought had barely crossed his mind when, without warning, the token he had brought back, hidden in the inner pocket of his leather armor, burst forth with a dazzling, icy blue light.

This light was not scorching like flames, but carried a terrifying chill that could freeze the soul. It pierced through the leather armor and instantly illuminated the Title Douluo's entire body as a ghastly blue.

"what?!"

The titled Douluo paled in shock, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints in an instant.

He instinctively reached for the token, while simultaneously slapping the bright red emergency alarm button on the wall with his other hand.

However, his movements were swift, and the light emanating from the token was even faster.

The icy blue light twisted and converged as if it were alive, instantly outlining a blurry humanoid silhouette in the air less than a foot in front of the Title Douluo.

The silhouette was formed by pure light and ice, obscuring the face and details. Only a snow-white robe fluttered in the icy light, exuding a transcendent divinity that looked down upon the world and disregarded life and death.

It just appeared out of thin air?

Who is he?

The titled Douluo's mind went blank for a moment.

All combat experience and assassination instincts became utterly ineffective in the face of this scene that defied common sense and transcended cognition.

He even forgot to breathe, forgot to move, and forgot the alarm button that was right next to him.

All that remained was boundless fear, like an icy tide, which instantly overwhelmed him.

"How is this possible? Headquarters... has been hacked?" "And just like that, it appeared right in front of us?"

The thought exploded in his mind like a thunderclap, but his instincts as a Title Douluo allowed him to regain a sliver of clarity faster than ordinary people.

A murderous glint flashed in his eyes, and his hand, which was slamming towards the alarm button, surged with soul power, its speed reaching its limit.

"enemy……"

The piercing alarm only managed to squeeze out a broken syllable from his throat.

Without any extra movement, the blurry white-clad figure materialized the instant it appeared. A deep, dark blue sword beam, seemingly capable of swallowing all light, disregarded spatial distance and materialized out of thin air in front of the Title Douluo's chest.

The Ice Abyss Sword moved silently, carrying absolute chill, piercing through the Title Douluo's protective aura, which was infused with powerful soul energy, and through his close-fitting leather armor made of a special alloy, stabbing precisely into his heart.

"Pfft!"

A very faint sound, like an ice pick piercing frozen flesh.

A sword pierces the heart.

The titled Douluo's movements suddenly froze. His hand, which was about to strike the alarm, was less than an inch away from the button, yet it seemed as if he had been frozen in time.

He looked down in disbelief at the dark blue longsword that had pierced his chest.

The sword was crystal clear, without a trace of blood. A terrifying chill instantly spread, freezing his blood, soul power, and even life force into ice shards.

He tried to say something, but only blood and foam mixed with ice crystals welled up in his throat.

The brilliance of life quickly faded from his eyes, leaving only frozen, extreme fear and bewilderment.

The blurry figure in white trembled very slightly at the wrist.

"Shh!"

The Ice Abyss Sword was pulled out cleanly and neatly, its blade still as smooth as new, without a trace of blood.

Lu Jun casually flicked the tip of his sword onto the cold alloy floor beside him.

"Clap!"

A few drops of heart fragments, frozen into dark red ice crystals, fell like withered plum blossoms onto the smooth ground, making a crisp sound that was particularly jarring in the deathly silent passage.

"Humph."

Beneath the blurred face, a cold, disdainful snort seemed to emanate.

Immediately, a voice, utterly indifferent and devoid of any emotion, rang out, like a pronouncement from the deepest hell:
"stand up."

An even more terrifying chill erupted from the Ice Abyss Sword, instantly enveloping the Title Douluo's rapidly losing-temperature corpse!

Visible ice crystals emitting a ghostly blue light spread wildly from his wounds, like living things, instantly covering his entire body.

His skin, muscles, bones, internal organs, and even his remaining soul power were all frozen and assimilated in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, a lifelike ice sculpture of a Title Douluo, retaining the horrified expression of his dying moments, stood frozen in place.

The last spark of life in his eyes was frozen forever, leaving only empty fear.

Ice Puppet, Title Douluo Level, transformation complete.

Lu Jun's blurry figure nodded slightly, seemingly quite satisfied with the new work.

However, this is just the beginning.

Centered on Lu Jun's projection, an icy blue light, like a raging aurora storm, suddenly erupted within the passage.

Wherever the light reached, space distorted violently, and figures exuding a powerful, cold, and deathly aura appeared out of thin air, like an army of undead crawling out of the abyss of hell.

The number of them is enormous, densely packed, and stretches as far as the eye can see.

(End of this chapter)