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

"You—all of you, die!!!"

The purple-level warrior was utterly enraged, his reason consumed by fury. He roared to the sky, and his second spirit ring suddenly lit up!
In an instant, the sky seemed to darken.

Countless fist-sized energy bombs, flashing with a dangerous red light, materialized out of thin air and poured down like an apocalyptic rainstorm, densely covering an area of ​​nearly a hundred meters in radius, engulfing Tang Wulin and his two companions, as well as everything around them.

There is nowhere to escape.

"Watch out!" Tang Wulin's pupils shrank sharply, and two thick golden-blue silver grasses instantly shot out, precisely wrapping around the waists of Le Zhengyu and Xie Xie. He exerted force to pull them backward, while he himself was also retreating rapidly.

However, the area covered by this rain of bombs was far too wide and too dense.

No matter how they dodged and weaved, the shadow of death followed them relentlessly.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—!!!"

The continuous, terrifying explosions instantly engulfed the entire street.

Blazing flames shot into the sky, and the violent shockwave shattered all the windows of the surrounding houses, sending debris and dust flying everywhere.

Even more terrifying was that this purple-level warrior was completely bloodthirsty and did not care that this was a residential area. Some ordinary citizens who rushed over upon hearing the noise or who had not had time to evacuate, as well as federal police officers maintaining order, were instantly swallowed up by this indiscriminate bombing. Their screams were mercilessly drowned out by the sound of the explosion.

How is this insane behavior any different from that of evil spirit masters and terrorists?
Where is even a trace of the supposed righteousness of mainland regulators?

As the smoke from the explosion dissipated slightly, Yue Zhengyu, who was standing at the forefront, was revealed.

His battle armor was slightly dimmed, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth again, but he still stood stubbornly, his holy sword pointing directly at the purple-level warrior, his golden eyes burning with boundless rage, letting out a deafening roar:

"You heartless bastard! The ironclad rule of the Soul Master world is that battles must not involve ordinary people! Have you fucking forgotten that rule?!"

"Hahahaha!" The purple-level fighter let out a maniacal laugh, waving his hand dismissively. "Sorry, the Tang Sect's rule is: to achieve the mission's objective, we'll stop at nothing!"

"What a coincidence! My martial soul is a bomb, which is designed for wide-area destruction. These trash, who clearly have no soul power, insist on coming here to die. Aren't they stupid? They're courting death, so they can't blame me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several surviving federal police officers, their eyes blazing with fury, raised their soul-guided ray guns in an attempt to attack.

The purple-level fighter didn't even glance at them, casually flicking his wrist as several small bombs flew accurately towards them.

"Do not!!"

Tang Wulin screamed to stop them, but could only watch helplessly as the figures of those policemen were engulfed by the flames of the explosion.

Le Zhengyu was trembling with rage. As a descendant of the Holy Angels family, he was driven by a deep-seated sense of protection and justice, and he could not tolerate such atrocities that trampled on life.

"Those you despise are the most important foundation of this world and the very thing that keeps society running. You scum, your Tang Clan truly deserves to die!!!"

He roared, pouring all his anger and soul power into the holy sword, transforming it into a dazzling golden stream of light, and once again fearlessly slashed towards the face of the purple-level warrior.

"clang!"

The purple-level warrior merely snorted disdainfully, crossing his arms, which were covered by two-word battle armor, in front of him. He managed to block the sword strike with the powerful defense of the battle armor, sparks flying everywhere.

"A mere fifth-ring Soul King dares to lecture me?"

His tone was icy, and his arm suddenly jerked with force.

"Oh!"

Le Zhengyu was once again violently blasted away, and the light on the holy sword dimmed slightly.

Immediately afterwards, the third spirit ring on the purple-level warrior lit up, its light cold and deadly.

"Since you're so eager to play the hero, then let me, as your senior from Shrek Academy, give you one last lesson."

He grinned sinisterly, placed his hands on the ground, and his third spirit ring rose up instantly.

In an instant, countless black and red light bombs appeared on the ground, walls, and even in the air around him. They were densely packed and layered, like a dead forest, completely surrounding Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and the newly risen Le Zhengyu.

The terrifying quantity and the destructive energy it contained instantly filled the three with a suffocating despair.

Is this... the full power of a Soul Saint under the enhancement of the Two-Word Battle Armor?

"Haha, apart from Tang Wulin, who wants to be captured alive, the two of you... can just die."

The purple-level fighter grinned maliciously, his five fingers tightening suddenly, about to detonate the death bombs that were scattered in every corner.

The next moment, an extreme chill descended without warning.

It was as if even the air and time had been frozen in an instant.

"Crack!"

A series of teeth-grinding freezing sounds rang out.

To the astonishment of Tang Wulin and his companions, the countless bombs scattered all around, about to explode, were instantly covered with a thick, crystal-clear, azure-blue layer of solid ice.

The ice layer was not simply covering the surface; it seemed to completely freeze and solidify the energy reaction and structure directly from the core of the bomb.

All the flashing red lights went out instantly, like a group of black and red sculptures frozen in time, no longer exuding the slightest hint of danger.

This bizarre and shocking scene instantly froze the sinister smile on the face of the determined purple-level fighter, replacing it with utter horror and disbelief.

"How...how is this possible?! My bombs...my martial spirit...are all...frozen?!"

He cried out, his voice distorted with extreme shock.

His bomb-type martial spirit is extremely special, with highly unstable energy. Ordinary ice-type martial spirits simply cannot freeze its core so thoroughly and instantly.

The next moment, a tall and slender white figure appeared silently in front of Tang Wulin and the other two.

The newcomer was dressed in a spotless white outfit, holding a long sword with flowing azure ice crystals, and exuding a chilling aura.

He had a handsome face and cold eyes; it was Lu Jun who had arrived just in time.

Lu Jun didn't even immediately look at the horrified purple-level fighter. Instead, he slightly turned his head and calmly addressed the three survivors behind him, their faces filled with shock:
"Sorry, I was a little delayed on the way, so I'm late."

His tone was so calm, as if he had simply missed an ordinary party.

He paused, as if just remembering something, and added in a statement of fact tone:

"I see that you can hold out for now, so I'll take the opportunity to eliminate all seven Tang Sect Fighting Soul Hall fighters who are lurking in other areas of Aolai City."

"Well, now, if we don't count the other Tang Sect Fighting Soul Hall fighters who are still heading to Aolai City from other places, then he is now the last one in Aolai City."

Upon hearing this, not only did the purple-level fighter opposite him freeze abruptly, as if pierced by invisible ice needles, but Tang Wulin and the other two also gasped in shock.

Seven... fighters from the Tang Sect's Fighting Soul Hall?
In such a short time... they were all killed?
The face beneath the purple-level fighter's mask instantly lost all color.

Although he didn't know exactly how many of his colleagues had come for this mission, those who were attracted by the Soul Fighting Hall system were definitely not weaklings.

Incredibly... in such a short time, this boy, who looks even younger than the three boys in front of him, has silently taken care of them all?

What kind of monster is this?

Who exactly is this guy?

This boundless chill didn't originate from his martial spirit this time, but rather surged wildly from the depths of his soul, instantly seizing his heart. (End of Chapter)