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

Chapter 329 Tang San: "Why did you call me out? I can't beat him either!"

"Little devil... what should we do?"

Nanali's sweet voice trembled noticeably as she gripped Guiyan's sleeve tightly, her innocent eyes revealing for the first time the helplessness of facing an utterly insurmountable power.

Her powerful spiritual energy at the Divine Origin Realm was like a stream in the vast ocean compared to true divine might.

Harosa remained silent, his gray eyes fixed on Tang San's projection in the air. The Hades Sword in his hand emitted a low hum, but it was not a battle cry, but a mournful cry suppressed by a higher level.

Guan Yue, Gu Chenyu, Leng Yulai, Long Xiao—everyone's eyes were subconsciously focused on Gui Yan.

He is the mastermind behind the dark side, a strategist in dire situations.

However, at this moment, Gui Yan's clenched fists had already dug his nails deep into his palms, and blood was dripping from between his fingers, but he was completely unaware of it.

Faced with gods... what can mortals possibly do?
Gui Yan's voice was dry and hoarse, carrying an unprecedented sense of powerlessness, as he squeezed out a sentence through clenched teeth:

"I...I don't know...what can we insignificant humans do when facing gods..."

Tang San, the Asura God, stood in the air with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering in the divine power without any wind.

His icy gaze, like two tangible, blood-red swords, slowly swept over the crowd below, who were like lambs to the slaughter, finally settling on the most malevolent beings: Gui Yan, Harosa, and Nanali.

His voice rang out, grand, cold, and devoid of any emotion, like a divine decree proclaiming the final outcome:

"Evil martial spirits, tainted by filth, should not exist in this world."

"In the name of Asura, I will act on behalf of Heaven to eradicate...evil!"

As he uttered his last word, he slowly raised his right hand.

Endless killing intent and crimson divine power gathered in his palm, condensing into a crimson giant sword phantom that seemed capable of judging all living beings and condemning evil.

The giant sword slowly rose, locking onto Gui Yan and the others below.

Wherever the sword pointed, space crumbled inch by inch.

The shadow of death loomed over everything.

At this moment of despair, another terrifying aura, completely different yet equally vast and boundless, seemingly originating from the ancient Ice Age, erupted without warning from the distant horizon.

This aura was not one of killing intent, but rather of extreme cold.

It is absolute zero, which freezes all things and annihilates everything.

A condensed, azure sword intent, seemingly formed from countless frozen stars, surged into the sky like a glacier rising against the heavens.

"Crack-"

The suffocating, blood-red killing intent that enveloped the heavens and earth cracked under the weight of the azure sword intent the moment it appeared, as if it had been thrown into a layer of ice with a red-hot iron.

The crimson hue that filled the sky was forcibly dispersed and purified, replaced by a clear, cold, and seemingly soul-freezing azure.

This sudden divine aura instantly shocked everyone present.

"what?"

"Another god?"

"This aura... is it the ultimate ice?"

Countless horrified gazes suddenly turned to the source of the burst of sword intent.

At the edge of the horizon, a tall and slender figure was walking slowly and steadily towards them.

He wore a spotless, moon-white robe, its style ancient and simple, as if it did not belong to this era.

Its face and figure were shrouded in a hazy, ever-flowing layer of icy mist, making it impossible to see its true appearance. One could only vaguely sense a sense of aloofness and desolation, as if it were detached from the world.

He held a long sword in his hand, its blade narrow and its entire body displaying a deep, icy blue color, as if it contained an endless abyss.

The sword was not drawn, but the wisps of cold air emanating from it had already frozen the surrounding space, creating fine black cracks.

What was most alarming was his gait.

He seemed to walk very slowly, as if strolling leisurely, but with each step he took, the earth and mountains beneath his feet seemed to shrink infinitely.

One step can cover a distance of a thousand meters.

This is a supernatural power far surpassing the ability to shrink the earth to an inch; it's as if space has lost its meaning before him.

In the blink of an eye, as if it were only a few steps, the hazy white figure had traversed a vast distance, silently appearing between Gui Yan and the others and the projection of the Asura God Tang San in the air. His back was to Gui Yan and the others, his moon-white robe fluttering slightly in the icy aura, completely shielding them from the terrifying pressure of Tang San's divine might.

Then, a calm voice slowly rang out, clearly reaching everyone's ears, including Tang San's in the air:

"Hello, Tang San."

"Long time no see, how are you?"

The voice was very flat, and there was no discernible emotional fluctuation.

However, this simple greeting caused Tang San, the Asura God who was originally majestic and cold, seemingly in control of everything, to shudder violently.

His face, which should have been flawless, righteous, and refined, formed from divine power, twisted violently the moment he heard that voice.

His eyes instantly flashed with disbelief, shock and anger, and even a trace of fear and apprehension buried deep in his soul.

"It's you, it's you again!"

For the first time, Tang San's voice lost its haughty indifference and took on an undisguised fierceness.

The thought of how his Poseidon projection had been absorbed by the other party last time filled him with rage and shame.

Upon seeing that the other party had stopped pretending and directly used their full power to attack, Tang San's face turned ashen. He waved his hand, and a gentle yet irresistible divine power enveloped the heavily injured Yu Yuanzu, Tang Zhong, and the still-shaken Ning Qingcheng, instantly teleporting them a great distance away from this place where a divine war was about to break out.

These are Shrek Academy's valuable top-tier combat forces.

We absolutely cannot let the opponent's god-level combat power take us down like this.

In addition, Tang San now really wants to turn around and run away.

The reason is simple: he really didn't want to come out like this, but unfortunately, his descendants brought him out anyway.

Tang San had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

Kids, is there any possibility that even if you call me out, I still can't beat the other side?
The man in white did not respond to Tang San's shock and loss of composure, as if it were merely insignificant noise.

He turned his head slightly, his gaze, shrouded in icy mist, seemingly sweeping over Gui Yan and the others behind him, his voice remaining calm:

"You, go and pursue their remaining troops."

"Here, leave it to me."

Gui Yan and the others suddenly snapped out of their extreme shock and relief at surviving the ordeal.

Although they didn't know who this suddenly appearing, terrifying white-robed deity was or why he was helping them, this moment was undoubtedly their only chance to survive and fight back.

"Thank you so much for saving our lives." Gui Yan reacted the fastest, immediately clasping his hands in a fist and bowing, his tone filled with unprecedented solemnity and gratitude. "We will never forget this kindness. Please help us!"

Harosa, Nanali, Gu Chenyu, Guan Yue and others also bowed, and then immediately stopped hesitating.

"go!"

With a low shout, Gui Yan and Nanali transformed into two shadowy figures and instantly chased after the direction in which Yu Yuanzu, Tang Zhong, and Ning Qingcheng had been teleported away.

Harosa's figure merged into the gray mist and disappeared.

Gu Chenyu flashed with a bloody light, his speed soaring to its limit.

Guan Yueyue's spear pierced the sky, following closely behind.

Leng Yulai and Long Xiao immediately broke free from the divine power's suppression and transformed into streaks of light to give chase.

Tang San, in mid-air, saw Gui Yan and the others trying to escape, his eyes flashing with murderous intent, and he was about to make a move—

The man in white simply raised the unsheathed ice sword in his hand.

An extreme sword intent, seemingly capable of freezing time and space and annihilating all things, instantly locked onto him.

This forced Tang San to refocus all his attention and deal with the sudden and terrifying opponent before him with utmost seriousness.

The white-clad man slightly raised his ice-blue longsword, its tip pointing at Tang San.

The icy mist enveloping his face seemed to ripple slightly, like a silent sigh, or like eternal, unyielding ice.

On the open field, crimson and blue clashed in a fierce battle.

The confrontation between the two god-like beings suffocated the entire world.

A divine war far beyond mortal imagination is about to break out!
(End of this chapter)