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

Chapter 298 The Might of the Limit Douluo, a Four-Word Battle Armor Master

While giving orders with a stern voice, Zang Xin transformed into a beam of sword light and charged into the surging army of ice puppets.

The Amorous Sword seemed to come alive in his hands; with each swing, it brought forth a dazzling yet deadly flash of light.

Wherever the sword light reached, whether it was an ordinary ice demon at the Soul King level or an elite ice puppet with strength comparable to a Soul Douluo, they all fell and shattered like harvested wheat.

His sword contained the power of deepest emotions and true nature; it could be as gentle as water or as cold as ice. At this moment, it was decisive and ruthless, each strike precisely shattering the core of the ice golem with astonishing efficiency.

Under the leadership of Zang Xin, the Limit Douluo, the remaining Tang Sect disciples, who had fallen into despair, seemed to have found their backbone. They all unleashed their last bit of courage and struggled to move towards Zang Xin, trying to form a broken sword formation to resist the seemingly endless onslaught of ice puppets.

However, the number of ice golems was simply too great, and they were fearless in the face of death.

Even more terrifying was the extreme chill that permeated the entire space, which constantly eroded their soul power, numbed their nerves, and slowed their movements.

Even Zang Xin's sword light, after slaying hundreds of ice golems in succession, felt a slight stagnation. It was not due to exhaustion, but rather because the space itself seemed to be frozen, causing an invisible obstacle to the flow of his sword intent.

As he fought, he frantically scanned his surroundings with his divine sense, trying to find the source of all this and the terrifying being hidden behind the Frosty Hell.

But when he saw the endless, fearless army of ice golems, the heart of the Amorous Douluo Zang Xin sank to the bottom, but the will of the Limit Douluo burned to its peak.

He knew that he had to find the source of this disaster, otherwise the Tang Clan's millennia-old heritage would be destroyed in an instant.

These ice golems of unknown origin are terrifying. They are endless and fearless of death. As long as they can exchange one for another with the Tang Clan disciples, it will be a loss for the Tang Clan.

"All disciples, rely on the terrain, support each other, and do everything in your power to protect yourselves! Hold on!"

"The people from Shrek Academy must have noticed the anomaly at the Tang Sect headquarters. Hold on! If we can hold on, there's hope!"

Zang Xin's voice forcefully drowned out the chaotic roars and the rumble of shattering ice crystals, clearly reaching the ears of every Tang Clan disciple who was still able to move.

A sword formation pattern rose up beneath his feet, radiating bursts of sword energy.

The surviving Tang Clan disciples clung to this as if it were a lifeline, unleashing their last ounce of courage. Enduring the biting chill's corrosive effect on their soul power and its numbing effect on their bodies, they struggled to move towards Zang Xin.

Streaks of sword intent, some sad, some angry, some joyful, and some sorrowful, rose from beneath the sword formation. Though weak and broken, they barely managed to construct light screens interwoven with sword intent amidst despair, struggling to withstand the relentless onslaught of the ice puppet army.

The sword formation's light flickered, like a candle flame in a storm, but it didn't go out immediately, buying Zang Xin precious time to act.

Zang Xin's gaze, sharp as a hawk's, pierced through the chaotic battlefield and the pervasive icy mist, locking onto the icy core area that was expanding at an alarming rate, almost completely engulfing the entire Tang Sect headquarters' core area.

There, the chill was most intense, and the stillness most profound, as if even space and time were frozen.

The source must lie within it.

"We must... go in!"

A look of madness flashed in Zang Xin's eyes.

"Drink-"

A long howl that shook the entire frozen hell erupted from Zang Xin's mouth.

The soul power within him erupted like a volcano that had been dormant for millennia.

The overwhelming sword intent that had previously filled the heavens and earth and raged across the land underwent an astonishing transformation in an instant.

No longer scattered sharpness, but like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, they converged and condensed wildly in front of him.

Space was violently distorted, accompanied by mournful cries.

A terrifying giant sword, hundreds of feet long, appeared out of nowhere.

This giant sword is not a physical object, but rather a highly compressed and condensed form of pure, ultimate sword intent and soul power.

The sword's entire body shimmered with a dazzling silver light, while its blade flashed with a chilling gleam powerful enough to cleave through the void. Its sheer, invisible sharpness alone was enough to silently reduce the ice golems within a radius of tens of meters to dust.

At the same time, Zang Xin's body also underwent astonishing changes.

Streams of silvery liquid, flowing like mercury, gushed out from every pore of his body.

They spread, intertwine, and solidify rapidly, almost as if they were alive.

In the blink of an eye, a magnificent silver armor, crystal clear and as if carved from the purest crystal, perfectly covered his entire body.

The armor has smooth, powerful lines, and its surface is engraved with countless intricate and mysterious patterns that seem to contain the ultimate truths of the universe. Inside, there is a hazy glow that flows endlessly like a galaxy.

Most striking are the three pairs of enormous silver wings that spread out behind it.

The wings are not physical objects, but are made of pure energy. With a gentle flap, they create ripples in space and exude a sacred and powerful aura.

Four-word battle armor!

The battle armor mask covered Zang Xin's face, with only a lifelike rose pattern imprinted on his brow, seemingly carrying endless sorrow and longing.

Beneath the mask, Zang Xin's eyes, which were originally filled with anger and murderous intent, became as gentle as spring water the moment he donned the battle armor, seemingly containing endless affection and tolerance for all things in the world.

However, beneath this extreme gentleness lies a terrifying power capable of destroying the world.

The peak combat power of the Limit Douluo was unleashed without reservation.

"Gather!"

Zang Xin's voice, emanating from the battle armor, carried a strange, soul-penetrating gentleness as he slowly raised his right hand, which held the sword.

As he moved, the hundred-foot-long giant sword that stretched across the sky seemed to come alive.

The sword emitted a clear and resonant sword cry that seemed capable of tearing the sky apart.

Around the hundred-foot-long giant sword, the space was like boiling water, and thousands of small silver swords of various shapes, lengths, and styles, instantly appeared.

Densely packed, like stars surrounding the moon, they formed a sea of ​​swords that sent chills down one's spine.

"Break it for me!"

Zang Xin swung his sword down fiercely towards the core area of ​​ice and snow that was sweeping in like a polar storm.

The colossal sword, hundreds of feet long, carried thousands upon thousands of smaller silver swords, cascading down like a silver river from the heavens.

The terrifying sword energy was no longer scattered and rampant, but condensed into a magnificent sword energy that was thousands of feet long and seemed to be able to split the heavens and the earth!
This sword energy contained the peak sword intent of a Limit Douluo and the supreme power of a four-word battle armor. It carried a resolute momentum that severed all ties and destroyed all obstacles. It cleaved straight down from the frozen underground dome like a divine punishment from the heavens!

The terrifying ice and snow storm, powerful enough to freeze soul guidance energy, shatter alloys, and annihilate titled Douluo, was as fragile as tofu before this magnificent thousand-foot-long sword of energy.

Wherever the sword energy passed, it was unstoppable.

The frost tornado, tens of feet wide and containing extreme cold, was forcibly cut and torn apart by the incomparably powerful sword energy.

Like a swift knife cutting through tangled hemp, it was instantly divided into hundreds of pieces!
Then, like a punctured balloon, the icy storm burst forth with a deafening roar.

The sky was no longer filled with black mud and decaying leaves, but with ice crystal powder shimmering with a ghostly blue light, pulverized by sword energy, falling like snow of death.

The thousand-foot-long sword of energy continued its relentless advance, carrying the force of devastation and autumn winds sweeping away fallen leaves, forcefully cleaving a straight vacuum passage through the boundless realm of ice and snow.

On both sides of the passage are ice walls that have been forcibly pushed aside and frozen by sword energy.

(End of this chapter)