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

Lu Jun gave him absolutely no chance to catch his breath.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him!
Lu Jun's eyes were icy cold, and his sword intent soared into the sky without reservation.

The power of the Ice Abyss Domain was pushed to its limit, and the temperature of the entire underground space plummeted to the point where water would freeze instantly.

The next moment, in the void directly above the forehead of the Soul Saint who was sent flying backward, as if from beyond the stars, a visible, extremely cold frost flower drifted in.

The frost descended, swift as lightning.

In the blink of an eye, it was already hovering above the Soul Saint's head, and the petals bloomed.

"Swish, swish, swish -"

In an instant, eighteen icy blue sword beams, condensed to the extreme and radiating absolute zero cold, burst forth from the frost flower.

Where the sword's edge pointed, the air froze, and all things perished.

The eighteen sword beams almost completely sealed off all possible escape routes for the Soul Saint, spreading across the sky with unstoppable sword momentum and endless killing intent.

Unmatched, this is a fatal blow!
Accompanied by a tooth-grinding cutting sound and the Soul Saint's brief but extremely shrill scream.

Countless clumps of frozen flesh stained with blood and fragments of broken battle armor shot straight into the sky.

That powerful Soul Saint, who was level 79 and possessed a two-word battle armor, didn't even have a decent chance to put up a fight. He was completely dismembered, frozen, and annihilated in the dazzling yet cruel frost sword light.

One move, instant kill!

Lu Jun sheathed his sword and stood there, his white robes fluttering slightly in the pervasive icy blood aura, his expression as calm as still water.

The absolute restraint of the martial spirit, coupled with the overwhelming swordsmanship, made this seemingly unequal battle end without any suspense.

Deep within the base, a deathly silence instantly descended.

Only the faint sounds of Long Chen and his companions clearing out the smaller enemies could be heard in the distance.

Behind that broken door, the container holding the power of a thousand years of faith seemed to be within reach.

With the Soul Saint of level 79 being swiftly killed by Lu Jun, the entire Tang Sect branch seemed to have its spine removed, instantly plunging into even greater chaos and despair.

The Tang Clan disciples, who had been stubbornly resisting, lost their leader and their morale completely collapsed.

Xie Xie, Long Chen, Le Zhengyu, Yuan Enyehui, and others, like tigers among sheep, launched a ruthless purge.

Long Chen roared and unleashed the brute power of the Holy Dragon Martial Soul, no longer content with just killing, but beginning to frantically destroy all the facilities within the base.

Under the massive slam of the dragon's claws, the sturdy alloy walls were torn apart like paper, the sophisticated soul-guiding instruments were smashed into scrap metal, and the storage warehouse was forcibly broken open, with some of the ordinary supplies stored inside turning to ashes in the dragon's breath.

"Smash it all! Damn it, let you kidnap me, let you be so arrogant!"

As Long Chen destroyed things, he roared and vented all the frustration and anger he had been holding back for days.

Xie Xie and Wu Siduo, taking advantage of their speed, darted between the undamaged warehouses and secret rooms, quickly looting the most valuable rare metals, energy crystals, finished soul tools, and rare medicinal herbs, storing them in their respective storage soul tools.

Their movements were skillful and efficient, clearly indicating a pre-arranged division of labor.

Le Zhengyu and Yuan Enyehui were responsible for hunting down Tang Clan disciples who tried to escape or hide. Under the sword light and the demonic sword, almost no one survived.

Xu Xiaoyan stood slightly behind, her star staff flashing intermittently. If she detected anyone attempting to activate a self-destruct device or send a distress signal, a star wheel chain would immediately take absolute control of them, and they would be instantly dealt with by the others.

Tang Wulin stood guard beside the mech containing his parents, ensuring their safety, but his eyes showed no pity as he looked at the destroyed Tang Sect facilities and the killed disciples. The Tang Sect's kidnapping of his parents had crossed his final line.

If an uninformed outsider were to witness this scene, they would likely believe that Lu Jun and his group were the villains who committed all sorts of evil deeds, while the Tang Clan were the victims who suffered terribly.

Flames erupted throughout the base, screams filled the air, resources were looted, and facilities were destroyed—a scene straight out of the apocalypse.

But in reality, each of them harbored a deep-seated resentment towards the Tang Clan!
From the initial pursuit and harassment, to the subsequent constant provocations and conspiracies, and now to directly kidnapping family members and touching their sore spot...

The actions of the Tang Clan had long since become unbearable for them.

Today's plunder and destruction are nothing more than the repayment of debts with interest.

They want to completely erase this branch of the Tang Clan, which they have been operating for so long, from Aolai City!

Meanwhile, at the deepest part of the base.

Lu Jun and Gu Yuena were already standing in front of that special container.

The container is about the height of a person and is made entirely of an unknown dark gold metal. Its surface is engraved with countless complex and ancient patterns, emanating a faint spiritual fluctuation and an indescribable sense of weight.

"How to deal with it?"

Gu Yuena looked at Lu Jun with a questioning expression.

She could clearly feel the immense, ocean-like, yet specifically targeted power of faith within the container.

"What else can we do?" Lu Jun answered without hesitation, "Absorb it, of course. Why would we leave it for them?"

“But…” Gu Yuena frowned, her tone tinged with worry, “These powers of faith are very pure, but their direction is extremely clear, almost all of them are directed at Tang San.”

"It has no connection to you. If you try to absorb it by force, it may cause rejection or even backlash..."

“It’s alright.” Lu Jun seemed to have planned this all along, his eyes sharp. “I can use the properties of the Ice Abyss Sword to filter and purify it. I can forcibly strip away most of Tang San’s spiritual imprints and faith anchors, leaving only the most original and purest part of the unowned energy.”

"Although the losses will be significant, what's left is mine."

Without hesitation, Lu Jun reached out and covered the complex soul-guided lock on the container.

The chill of the extreme ice seeped in, and with a slight "click," the lock core was forcibly frozen and destroyed. He abruptly opened the heavy lid of the container.

In an instant, an indescribable, boundless golden energy surged out of the container like a floodgate being opened.

The entire room was instantly bathed in gold, and the air was filled with sacred, vast, yet intensely imprinted energy fluctuations bearing Tang San's mark.

Lu Jun dared not delay and immediately plunged the tip of the Ice Abyss Sword into the golden torrent of energy.

He let out a low shout and activated the Ice Abyss Sword with all his might.

The mysterious patterns on the sword suddenly lit up, emitting a deep blue light and generating a terrifying devouring power.

Like a whale sucking in water, a large amount of golden faith power was frantically drawn into the Ice Abyss Sword.

At the same time, the Ice Abyss Sword was also trembling violently, its blade flickering between light and dark, as if undergoing some kind of intense internal refining.

As can be seen, most of the absorbed golden energy, after being transformed by the Ice Abyss Sword, turned into countless tiny golden light spots bearing the obvious imprint of Tang San's spirit, which were forcibly expelled and dissipated into the air.

Only about one-tenth of the golden energy was refined into a purer, attribute-free, transparent energy, which slowly flowed back into Lu Jun's body along the sword hilt. (End of Chapter)