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

Chapter 297 The Amorous Douluo's Wrath
Those Tang Clan disciples who attempted to resist met an even more tragic end.

"Enemy attack!"

A team of elite Soul Saints, reacting swiftly, rushed out from the fork in the road. Upon seeing the spreading azure frost and the silently surging ice demon legion behind them, they immediately activated their Soul Rings to prepare for battle.

However, their voices and movements came to an abrupt halt when they reached the edge of that icy realm.

The terrifying chill ignored their activated soul power shields, like countless invisible ice needles, instantly piercing their bone marrow, freezing their blood, and solidifying their thoughts.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen Soul Saints who were in a charging or arrayed posture, along with the horrified expressions on their faces, were frozen eternally into ice sculptures of various shapes and sizes.

Before it could even unleash a complete fluctuation of soul power, it utterly lost its life force.

Lu Jun's figure moved slowly forward in the center of the spreading frost, freezing everything in his path and extinguishing all life.

The vast underground fortress of the Tang Clan was rapidly transforming into an enormous ice cave, radiating a chilling aura of death, centered on him.

The biting cold penetrated the layers of alloy walls, permeating every corner of the headquarters and sending a chill down the spines of all the survivors.

Lu Jun is doing everything he can to cause widespread destruction to the Tang Clan headquarters.

All the Tang Clan disciples who rushed towards him were turned into ice sculptures!
Lu Jun's current goal is very clear: to cause as much damage as possible to the Tang Sect, but not to provoke the Tang Sect too much and directly provoke the Tang Sect and Shrek Academy to join forces and start a war with the Spirit Pagoda Federation ahead of schedule.

The purpose was to annoy the Tang Sect, but within a range that the Tang Sect could accept.

If the Tang Clan is pushed too far and detonates prematurely, then Lu Jun will be in real trouble.

Although he has three chances to become a god, it's simply not enough.

With Tang San's Sea God Token, Tang Hao, and the Golden Ancient Tree, there's no reason he could defeat his opponent here.

Lu Jun took a deep breath and increased his intensity.

"Slow down, slow down... You all better react slowly..."

……

Meanwhile, deep within the headquarters, in a meditation room made of a special soul-guided alloy and inscribed with countless defensive soul-guided arrays.

The amorous Douluo Zang Xin, who had been sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed and whose aura was as deep as an ancient well, suddenly opened his eyes, which contained endless vicissitudes and tenderness.

Two sharp, tangible sword intents, seemingly capable of piercing the sky, rose into the heavens without warning, like a sleeping dragon awakening.

The sturdy walls and ceiling of the meditation room were instantly covered with fine cracks.

The air in the entire room seemed to be being sliced ​​by countless invisible blades.

"Ok?"

Zang Xin's brows furrowed instantly, and an unprecedented sense of alarm washed over him like ice water, making the hairs on his body stand on end.

He clearly sensed the extreme chill that permeated the entire headquarters and froze everything, as well as the chaotic, violent, and death-laden energy fluctuations.

What alarmed him even more was that the defensive barrier and energy shield that the headquarters was so proud of were completely useless, easily penetrated and disintegrated by this force.

"Who dares to invade the headquarters of my Tang Clan?!"

Zang Xin's voice was like thunder from the heavens, carrying the overwhelming rage and unquestionable majesty of a Limit Douluo. It instantly pierced through the walls of the meditation room and echoed loudly in the chaotic energy channel.

He rose to his feet, his elegant robe billowing even without wind. With a flick of his wrist, the passionate sword that had accompanied him throughout his life, bearing countless emotions and bloodshed, was now in his grasp.

The sword trembled slightly, emitting a clear and melodious hum. The sword intent, like a tangible tide, surged and spread out from him, attempting to dispel the omnipresent, bone-chilling cold.

Zang Xin stepped out of the meditation room, his figure transforming into a sharp sword light, instantly appearing in a messy main passage.

The sight before him caused even this seasoned Limit Douluo, who had seen countless storms, to have his pupils contract sharply.

Inside the passage, there was a scene of an icy hell.

The walls, the floor, and the ceiling were all covered with thick, solid ice that emitted a ghostly blue light.

Countless grotesque ice crystal monsters, exuding an aura of death, surged like a tide, wreaking havoc on everything.

They brandished their icy claws and breathed out icy breaths, instantly freezing and tearing apart any Tang Clan disciples, defensive structures, or even those Tang Clan disciples who couldn't escape in their path.

Screams, the sound of ice crystals shattering, and the sound of buildings collapsing intertwined to create a symphony of death.

What chilled him to the bone was the sight of several familiar figures frozen in place. They were clearly the titled Douluo elders who had remained at headquarters.

They were frozen into ice sculptures before they could even fully activate their Martial Soul True Form and Battle Armor, their faces frozen in disbelief and horror.

"Bastard!"

Zang Xin was furious, an indescribable rage rising to the top of his head.

The Tang Clan headquarters, with its millennia-long history, has never suffered such a humiliating defeat, such a brutal invasion!

His eyes darted around like lightning, and he immediately spotted the bright red emergency alarm button on the wall.

Without hesitation, a condensed sword aura shot out from his fingertip, accurately hitting the button.

However, the piercing alarm that was expected to resound throughout the headquarters, awaken all defense systems and slumbering powerful beings... did not sound.

Inside the passage, only the deafening roar of the ice golems and the desperate screams of the survivors could be heard.

"Um?!"

Zang Xin was suddenly stunned, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"The alarm... is malfunctioning?"

He immediately tried pressing a small spare alarm next to him, but it also had no effect.

An ominous premonition instantly enveloped him.

He quickly pulled out a specially made internal soul-guided communicator with the highest level of access from his pocket, attempting to contact other high-ranking officials.

The communicator screen is completely black; there is no signal!

Even the indicator light on the emergency distress channel went completely out!

"Communications...networks...all cut off?!"

Zang Xin's heart sank, and a chilling coldness instantly seeped into his limbs and bones.

what does this mean?
This means that the headquarters has been completely cut off from the outside world.

This means that the internal command system has been completely paralyzed.

This means they've become sitting ducks!

They were completely trapped in this steel tomb that was being frozen over.

"Who is it? Who has such abilities? Who is it—!!"

Zang Xin could no longer remain calm. His suppressed rage erupted like a volcano about to erupt, and his icy killing intent, mixed with the overwhelming aura of a Limit Douluo, burst forth.

The amorous sword in his hand burst forth with dazzling sword light, like a cold moon rising in the darkness.

"Roar!"

Several ice demon puppets, sensing the powerful life force, charged towards Zang Xin fearlessly, their sharp icy claws tearing through the air.

"Go away!"

Zang Xin didn't even look at it; he just casually flicked his wrist.

An invisible yet extremely sharp sword intent spread out like ripples on water.

Those ice demons, powerful enough to tear apart a Contra, were instantly crushed into countless crystalline ice powders the moment they came into contact with the sword intent, like ice blocks thrown into a shredder. They didn't even have time to scream before they exploded into countless crystalline ice powders.

Even the core of the ice golem was completely annihilated.

"All Tang Clan disciples who can still move, listen to my command!"

Zang Xin's voice was like a resounding bell, containing the soul power of a Limit Douluo, forcefully suppressing the chaotic noise and echoing throughout the surviving area.

"Move closer to me! The enemy is cunning and cannot be defeated by force. Focus on defense and delaying! Await reinforcements!"

(End of this chapter)