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

Chapter 335 Lu Jun's Self-Created Soul Skill, Tang San Delivers Takeout Again
The humming sound of the Ice Abyss Sword in Lu Jun's hand became higher and more excited than ever before.

It was during this exhilarating and intense duel that Lu Junfu had a sudden inspiration, integrating all his past combat experience, his understanding of the ultimate ice, and the mysteries inherent in the Ice Abyss Sword itself, and temporarily creating a sword technique system that was uniquely his own and had unlimited potential.

Lu Jun named this sword technique "Ice Abyss Nine Styles" using the simplest and easiest-to-remember name, representing nine different sword moves.

Lu Jun has already taken shape; all that's left is to gradually perfect it.

"Next, please welcome our God King to witness my first move."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Jun moved; his arm seemed to have vanished.

No, they were gripping the Ice Abyss Sword and dancing with a speed that exceeded the limits of visual perception.

It was as if there was only one sword cry, yet it was also as if thousands of sword cries were superimposed together. Countless icy blue sword lights resembled the first hailstorm that burst forth at the beginning of the universe, or all the ice shards that surged out of an ancient glacier in an instant.

Dense and overwhelming, it completely sealed off all the space around Tang San.

Each sword light contained a completely different sword intent; some were extremely sharp, some were as heavy as a mountain, some were strange and cunning, and some froze time and space.

This is not a chaotic, haphazard hacking motion, but a terrifying sword technique with a rigorous system, endless variations, and the ultimate expression of "speed" and "change".

The first move of the Nine Styles of Ice Abyss!
Faced with this storm of sword light that was completely beyond comprehension and had no blind spots, Tang San, who had just put on his divine armor and was at the height of his power, suddenly had his pupils filled with endless blue.

block?
How to block?
hide?
Where to hide?

He could only rely on his fighting instincts, frantically wielding the nearly shattered Asura Demon Sword, pushing the power of the Asura Divine Armor to its limit in an attempt to block.

"Clang clang clang clang... Crack!"

The dense, chilling sounds of collisions erupted like a torrential downpour, lasting for less than three seconds.

A crisp, clear sound, like the shattering of a death knell, rang out with exceptional clarity.

The Asura Demon Sword in Tang San's hand, which had accompanied him in battles for many years and symbolized his Asura Godhood, finally succumbed to the endless storm of sword light, each strike comparable to a god-level attack, and shattered completely.

It turned into countless blood-red fragments, scattering in all directions.

Sword shattered, man dead?
Having lost its last defensive weapon, the remaining icy blue sword light, like a raging storm, poured down on Tang San's Asura Armor without any obstruction.

"Puff-"

The sounds of sharp weapons piercing flesh and tearing through armor rang out incessantly.

With each flash of sword light, a transparent hole appeared in Tang San's divine armor, and a burst of golden blood erupted from his divine body.

Shoulders, arms, chest, abdomen, thighs...

In an instant, Tang San was as if he were being slowly tortured by countless invisible ice blades, his body riddled with wounds.

The Asura Divine Armor emitted a mournful cry, its light rapidly dimmed, and cracks spread everywhere.

Tang San let out a shrill, desperate scream, and his divine blood gushed out like a fountain.

However, Lu Jun's attacks did not stop.

He seemed tireless, completely immersed in the execution and refinement of this newly created sword technique, his Ice Abyss Sword dancing faster and faster, the sword light becoming increasingly dense.

Finally, under the combined impact of countless sword lights, Tang San's tattered Asura Divine Armor could not withstand the pressure and shattered.

It transformed into countless blood-red specks of light.

Immediately afterwards, his divine body also began to disintegrate.

Limbs, torso...

In that devastating storm of sword light, it was brutally cleaved and torn apart.

It dissipated into the finest particles of divine power.

Finally, only a head riddled with sword holes, broken and frozen by the cold, and half a neck remained, barely maintaining its shape, its eyes filled with endless fear, despair, and disbelief.

"Roar--"

Just then, a dragon's roar, seemingly from the primordial era, shook the heavens and earth. A colossal ice dragon spirit, entirely composed of ultimate ice crystals, lifelike, with every scale shimmering with patterns of laws, suddenly emerged from behind Lu Jun.

It spread its icy wings that blotted out the sky, its cold dragon eyes fixed on Tang San's last remaining remains, and let out a roar that heralded its end.

Lu Jun and the Ice Dragon's soul seemed to have become one; the man was the dragon, and the dragon was the sword.

Holding the Ice Abyss Sword, and carrying the overwhelming icy dragon might of the Ice Dragon Soul, he transformed into a streak of azure meteor that pierced through the heavens and earth.

The tip of the Ice Abyss Sword pierced through Tang San's last remaining neck, which was filled with fear.

"laugh--"

A terrifying, extreme chill erupted instantly, completely freezing and annihilating Tang San's last remaining consciousness and remains.

The sword's momentum continued.

Carrying Tang San's lifeless, frozen remains impaled by the Ice Abyss Sword, Lu Jun, like an Ice Prison Monarch wielding spoils and proof of defeat, transformed into an unstoppable blue beam of light, hurtling towards the distant horizon.

Wherever it passed, space was frozen into long, dark trails.

Finally, under the watchful eyes of countless horrified people...

"boom!"

A deafening roar came from afar, and Lu Jun's figure hovered above the collapsed mountain peak, his Ice Abyss Sword held high.

The tip of the sword was pierced with the head and spine remains of Tang San, the Asura God, which were completely frozen, lifeless, and broken, like a bloody and cold battle flag proclaiming to the world.

The projection of the Asura God Tang San died.

The spirit of an ice dragon surrounded Lu Jun from behind, and the ice dragon emitted joyful shouts.

It seems that because of the Ice Abyss Sword, this ice dragon has become increasingly powerful.

Judging from its momentum, it seems to be constantly evolving.

Will it one day evolve into the Ice Dragon King?

Thinking of this, Lu Jun flicked his wrist slightly.

The fragments belonging to Tang San's projection, which were strung on the tip of the Ice Abyss Sword, instantly transformed into the purest divine power points, which, as if attracted by an invisible force, all disappeared into the deep blade of the Ice Abyss Sword.

The icy blue light flowing across the sword seemed to have become even more lustrous, and the chill it exuded was even more pure and ancient.

"Well, it's alright."

Lu Jun pursed his lips.

Although I used one of my three transformation opportunities, the gains were still considerable.

Not only did he use Tang San as a sparring partner to create his own soul skill, but he also took the opportunity to test his defensive capabilities.

It's actually pretty impressive, hehe.

Furthermore, after absorbing the remaining divine power of Tang San, his transformation count increased from two to 2.5.

If we borrow the power of Hyotei again and squeeze the Ice Abyss Sword a little more, we should still be able to transform three more times.

not bad.

Then, Lu Jun stopped looking at the mess around him, and with a flicker, he disappeared into the wind.

The silence inside the Soul Guidance Train lasted for a long time.

Only when the earth-shattering fluctuations of the divine battle outside the window completely subsided and the suffocating divine power completely dissipated did everyone seem to be released from the spell, letting out a long, heavy sigh.

"Gulp." Le Zhengyu swallowed unconsciously, the sound particularly clear in the quiet carriage.

His face still bore the shock of disbelief, and he murmured:
"It's...it's over? Ancestor Tang San...he...he just lost like that? In historical records, wasn't he the most brilliant and talented human leader in the last 20,000 years, who ultimately ascended to godhood and became one of the supreme beings in the divine realm? How could this be..."

(End of this chapter)