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

Chapter 331 Lu Jun: "God said, 'You shall not call God by His name.'"

Only Gu Yuena, with the powerful divine sense of the Silver Dragon King, vaguely sensed that the syllables, which had been interfered with and distorted countless times, seemed to repeatedly point to the same source.

She turned her head sharply, her eyes wide with disbelief as she looked at Lu Jun, who was sitting with his legs crossed, looking completely relaxed as if he were actually watching a play in a theater.

Was it him who did it?

Under the roar of a god-king level powerhouse like Tang San, which contained divine thought, the spread of all specific words was so easily and subtly distorted.

To turn a god-king's accusation into meaningless noise?!

What terrifying precision in controlling divine power!

What incredible application of the law?
A chill ran through Gu Yuena's heart, but it was quickly replaced by an even stronger, indescribable emotion.

This guy... his strength and secrets are simply unfathomable.

Even she couldn't do that.

High in the sky, Tang San looked down at the train that remained unmoved, listening to the echo of his own voice, which had been disturbed by an invisible force and was now reduced to nothing but "**" and noise. A chilling, unprecedented coldness instantly shot up his divine spine.

Beads of sweat seeped out and slid down from the projection of his forehead, which was formed from divine power.

Although he was only a projection at this moment, it meant that his true self's mind had been greatly impacted.

"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"

Tang San was filled with utter shock.

"Could this be some kind of 'words become law'? A conceptual-level information shield? It can even distort my full-force divine sense transmission?"

"This...this is a power that even a God-King level expert would find difficult to easily attain, how could a mere artifact spirit possibly do it?!"

Just as Tang San's mind was in turmoil and his composure was slightly disrupted, the white-robed deity below, who had been silent all along, finally made a move.

The figure shrouded in icy mist slightly raised its left hand, which was not holding a sword.

Long, slender, jade-like fingers slowly extended, gently placing the index finger on the indistinct lips.

A simple gesture, yet it conveys a sense of composure and elegance in complete control.

Immediately afterwards, a calm, serene voice, seemingly containing the ultimate truths of the universe, blew precisely into Tang San's ears like a gentle, cold breeze, and echoed deep within his divine sense:
"Tang San, you are arrogant and incessantly talkative."

"Don't you know..."

"Did God say, 'You shall not call God by His name'?"

These words were like an ultimate law, carrying an irresistible force of law, crashing down on Tang San's mind.

Tang San's projection suddenly fluctuated violently, as if it had been hit by an invisible heavy blow, and even the Shura God Halo behind his head dimmed for a moment.

The shock in his eyes finally turned into complete fear and disbelief.

God said, “You shall not call God by His name.”
What an arrogant and terrifying declaration!

This means that the other party's divine status or control over the laws has reached a level that he cannot comprehend.

Even he, a peak god-king, could not completely prevent others from calling his name!

How could the spirit of the Ice Abyss Sword, a divine artifact devoid of any energy after losing its main body, not only survive but also possess such unbelievable power?

If... if he were truly at his peak, wielding the complete Ice Abyss Sword, how devastating would his power be?
I am afraid……

Tang San dared not think any further.

A chilling fear, like countless ghostly hands, instantly seized his heart.

Beyond the mist before them lay not a spirit of an artifact, but a forbidden god awakened from the distant past, wielding ultimate ice magic.

Tang San's fear lasted only a moment.

As the Asura God-King who has endured countless hardships and mastered the laws of slaughter, his willpower is far stronger than that of ordinary people.

After a brief moment of horror, his eyes were instantly replaced by an even more intense and pure killing intent. It was an absolute belief belonging to the Asura God, forged in endless blood and fire, life and death.

Forge ahead without hesitation, never retreat!
"Hmph." Tang San let out a cold snort, and the surging Asura divine power around him erupted like a boiling sea of ​​blood.

The crimson domain, which had been suppressed and continuously contracting by Lu Jun's annihilating coldness, suddenly rebounded.

The incomparably sharp Asura killing intent no longer attempted to resist or contain the endless coldness, but instead condensed and compressed to the extreme.

It transformed into an invisible and intangible phantom of a blood-red giant sword, seemingly capable of severing cause and effect and deciding life and death, and fiercely swung upwards in the face of Lu Jun's overwhelming divine aura.

"Tear--"

A sharp sound, like cloth being torn apart, exploded at the level of laws.

Tang San actually used offense as defense, breaking through the enemy's defenses by targeting specific points.

With the extreme sharpness of Asura's killing intent, it forcefully cleaved that vast and boundless aura of annihilation, powerful enough to freeze one's soul, in two.

The terrifying pressure, like a raging tide hitting a reef, was forced to slid past his sides, failing to directly impact him.

This masterful use of killing intent is unparalleled, perfectly showcasing the combat essence of the Asura priesthood.

However, facing Tang San's exquisite and unparalleled attack, Lu Jun's face, shrouded in icy mist, remained completely calm, as if he had merely brushed away a speck of dust.

He didn't even make any defensive or pressure-pressing gestures; he simply and calmly extended the Ice Abyss Sword, which exuded an ancient chill, forward.

The movements were gentle, like a friend offering tea, without a trace of warmth or murderous intent.

But this seemingly casual gesture caused Tang San's pupils to shrink sharply, and his entire body's divine power to tense to the extreme.

What does he want to do?
Having suffered a great loss last time, Tang San is now extremely wary of everything Lu Jun does.

The next second, Lu Jun's clear, cold voice rang out through the icy mist, carrying a maddening calmness that seemed to state a fact:

"The Ice Abyss Sword you requested, Tang San."

"Haven't you always wanted it?"

"Now, I'll give it to you."

"take it."

"Consider it a reward from me."

Tang San:"……"

His knuckles were white from gripping the Asura Demon Sword so tightly that his handsome face twitched slightly.

humiliation!

Naked humiliation!

Are you treating him like a fool?

Last time, he was ambushed by this very sword and swallowed up like a deliveryman.

He still vividly remembers that huge loss!
Now, the other party just casually handed over the sword and said "Here you go"?
This is utterly insulting to his intelligence!
Tang San was filled with rage, but his reason told him coldly that he must never touch that evil sword again.

He even suspected that the other party was just waiting for him to reach out and take it, so they could trick him again.

"Insanity!"

Tang San suppressed his surging anger and stopped talking nonsense.

He knew that he had lost the argument and the battle of words, and that only absolute force could break the deadlock.

"Shura, judge!"

(End of this chapter)