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

"Pfft-!"

"Do not!!"

"What's wrong with my body?!"

"Explosion?!!"

The shrill screams came one after another.

The bodies of the thirty-odd Soul Kings and five or six Soul Emperors suddenly exploded from the inside, like ignited explosives.

Some were instantly frozen into ice sculptures by the extreme cold and then shattered into countless fragments.

In some cases, the cold poison erupts, instantly destroying the meridians and internal organs, causing the patient to bleed from all seven orifices and die.

More often than not, the Ice Blast spell was triggered, and the person was transformed into a dazzling yet cruel sphere of ice-blue exploding light.

At this moment, the Ice Abyss Domain seemed to have transformed into a harvesting ground for death.

With just one strike, a ranged attack combined with a soul skill.

More than 70% of the Tang Sect fighters, more than 30 Soul Kings and several Soul Emperors, died instantly!
It turned into ice shards and debris scattered all over the ground.

The battlefield was instantly emptied.

Even those Soul Emperors and Soul Saints who were lucky enough to survive and whose soul power was above Lu Jun's were subjected to varying degrees of erosion by the cold poison and the impact of the ice explosion at this moment. Their blood and qi were churning, their soul power was sluggish, their faces were pale, and they looked at this hellish scene with horror.

Ice Explosion, combined with its area-of-effect and soul skill abilities, provides a powerful clearing effect...

That's incredibly powerful, absolutely terrifying!

Even Lu Jun, the instigator, was slightly stunned when he saw the scene of wiping out most of the enemies in an instant.

He was used to fighting against top experts and hadn't slaughtered low- to mid-level Soul Masters on such a large scale in a long time, so he was momentarily stunned.

Its area-of-effect damage was surprisingly effective and efficient when dealing with these grunts.

This is simply a crushing defeat in a low-level game!

He's really been playing high-level matches for too long, and he's become a bit rusty.

The surviving Tang Clan experts looked at Lu Jun, who stood proudly in the center of the Ice Prison, his white robes still as pure as snow, and their eyes finally welled up with intense fear.

At this moment, they truly understood what kind of terrifying monster the ridiculously high bounty from headquarters meant they were facing!

The roar of the Golden Tiger Soul Saint seemed to inject a powerful boost into the remaining Tang Sect fighters who were stunned by Lu Jun's thunderous methods:

"Let's all attack together! He's only level 66, and his total soul power can't possibly exceed all of our combined power. Let's wear him down! He'll eventually run out of soul power!"

A fierce glint flashed in the eyes of the surviving Soul Emperors and Soul Saints. Suppressing their fear, they once again unleashed their soul power, like a pack of mad wolves, rushing towards Lu Jun in the center of the Ice Prison from all directions.

At the core of the Ice Abyss Domain, Lu Jun remained expressionless, wielding the Ice Abyss Sword with unpredictable and ever-changing sword techniques, incorporating various forms and artistic conceptions into his swordplay.

The sword techniques are sometimes like a light spring drizzle, seemingly gentle yet penetrating everywhere, containing a silent, pervasive power that subtly deflects and dismantles the enemy's offensive.

In an instant, it turned into a torrential summer downpour. The sword light was dense as a curtain, with a majestic momentum that seemed to be able to change the course of the river waves. With a fierce and overwhelming force, it forced several powerful attack-type Soul Emperors to retreat.

In an instant, the sword intent changed again, like icy rain in winter, carrying a chilling cold that could freeze the soul amidst its ferocity, causing the opponent's movements to become sluggish and stiff involuntarily.

Occasionally, it was interspersed with the intensity and explosiveness of a summer thunderstorm; the tip of the sword trembled and rumbled with thunder, making people's minds uneasy.

He wielded various sword techniques with ease, surging like a tide, executing them in one go. This left the Soul Emperors and Soul Saints, whose soul power levels were generally above his, unable to mount an effective siege.

The Golden Tiger Soul Saint, who was primarily focused on defense, felt unprecedented pressure. Lu Jun's sword techniques were incredibly cunning, and the chilling force of the extreme ice constantly penetrated his defenses and eroded his body. The terrifying penetrating power made him tremble with fear.

He had no choice but to roar and finally resort to his trump card.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul True Body!" "Roar!!"

A deafening roar resounded, and his body suddenly swelled up, transforming into a gigantic tiger with a massive size, covered in dazzling golden scales, and fangs and claws that gleamed with a cold light.

In his Martial Soul True Form state, his defense and strength increased dramatically once again.

Clearly, Lu Jun's attack made him feel truly threatened.

Lu Jun thought to himself:

Those whose martial spirit names contain the character for "gold" are indeed born with an advantage; this guy's defense and attack power are monstrous among this group.

Under normal circumstances, it would indeed take some effort to break through the double defense of Lu Jun's Martial Soul True Body and Two-Word Battle Armor.

But so what?

One sword breaks all laws!

"Keng!!"

A deafening clang of metal clashing rang out as the Ice Abyss Sword slashed fiercely at the Golden Tiger's true form's crossed forearms, sending up a long trail of dazzling sparks.

The immense force rebounded, forcing Lu Jun to slide back several meters.

The golden tiger's true form also took advantage of the momentum to leap away, temporarily creating some distance. It was breathing heavily, and its golden pupils were filled with solemnity.

Another illusion-type Soul Saint attempted to interfere again, but his mental attack struck Lu Jun's half-step Spirit Domain Realm mental barrier, like a mud ox sinking into the sea, having no effect whatsoever.

"I'll hold him off from the front. You guys break through his defenses quickly and take care of those little brats behind him and the people he's protecting!"

Golden Tiger Soul Saint roared and charged at Lu Jun again, fearlessly trying to create an opportunity for his companion with his strongest defense.

Upon hearing this, the other Soul Emperors and Soul Saints' eyes flashed with a fierce light, and they immediately realized what was going on!

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”

Taking advantage of the moment when Golden Tiger Soul Saint was entangled with Lu Jun, figures quickly bypassed the main battlefield and rushed towards Gu Yuena, Tang Wulin and others behind Lu Jun, as well as the crucial mecha.

Lu Jun let out a cold shout, and the sword light instantly surged.

With only his sword, he seemed to transform into an insurmountable Great Wall, firmly blocking all enemies.

The Ice Abyss Sword transformed into the scythe of death, reaping lives with precision and efficiency.

The sword flashed, like a silver river pouring down!

With each flash, a Soul Master attempting to break through inevitably falls, bleeding profusely.

They might be slit in the throat with a single sword strike, cut in half at the waist, or instantly frozen and shattered by extreme cold.

Although the Ice Abyss Sword is a divine weapon that kills without shedding blood, the sheer number of enemies and the intensity of the attacks meant that the splattering blood inevitably stained his pristine white robes.

Spots of scarlet stained the white clothes, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow, both poignant and cruel.

At this moment, Lu Jun was like an abyssal demon crawling out of a sea of ​​blood and carnage, wielding an ice-blue scythe that represented death, becoming a tireless and incredibly efficient killing machine.

His attacks were ruthless, precise, and deadly.

Whoever takes a step in will die!

Kill, kill, kill!

A strong, nauseating stench of blood permeated the entire neighborhood.

This ruthless and efficient slaughter turned the faces of some low-ranking Tang Clan members who had miraculously survived in the distance deathless, their eyes involuntarily revealing deep fear, and even their courage to charge was rapidly dissipating. (End of Chapter)