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

Lu Jun let out a contemptuous sneer and casually waved his hand:

"Oh? I'd like to see who's more like that clown who's jumping around like that, oblivious to his own mortality."

From the moment he appeared, every word, every action, every gesture exuded a profound disregard and contempt for the Tang Clan.

At this moment, this casual and even negligent waving gesture not only made Tang Fan's face turn ashen and his blood boil, but also made Tang Yu behind him turn so gloomy that his face could drip water.

"I've long heard of Lu Jun's arrogance and recklessness, even to the point of punching Shrek Academy and kicking the Tang Clan branch? Seeing him today, he truly lives up to his reputation; he's a madman!"

Tang Yu's voice was icy cold, each word deliberate and distinct:
"However, arrogance requires the means to back it up. You're just a mere level 68 Soul Emperor, not even crossing the threshold of Soul Saint, and you don't even have a three-word battle armor to protect you. What makes you think you can contend with us? With your mere brute strength?"

Tang Fan could no longer contain himself and immediately stepped forward.

He wasn't going there to humiliate himself, but to personally crush this guy who had repeatedly challenged the Tang Clan's authority and uttered arrogant words, and to drag him back to Shrek City to be displayed to the public!

He demanded that Lu Jun kneel at his feet and beg for mercy!

Tang Fan's face was twisted and ferocious, his right hand tightly gripping the Haotian Hammer, pouring in boundless soul power, causing the hammer to gleam with dark light.

At the same time, he suddenly raised his left palm, lightning flashed and crackled in his palm, and a powerful surge of soul power suddenly emerged.

It was clear that he had used the technique of the left arm's soul bone.

Streams of violent, silvery lightning coiled around his palms. In an instant, his palm shadows multiplied, numbering in the hundreds, like a sudden storm or a net covering the sky, carrying a chilling killing intent that enveloped all of Lu Jun's vital points.

The palm strikes were fierce and the moves were vicious, revealing a murderous intent!
Lu Jun raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise flashing across his face:
"Oh? You even have a soul bone enhancement? It seems you're not entirely unknown in the Tang Sect. Too bad... it's just a ten-thousand-year-old soul bone."

His tone was calm, as if he were commenting on an ordinary object, while the quality of his own soul bone far surpassed this.

Faced with this overwhelming barrage of deadly palm strikes, Lu Jun did not take them head-on.

With a light touch of his toes on the ice below, his figure instantly became blurred.

His steps were mysterious and graceful, as if treading on stars or following the rhythm of ice, perfectly blending into the extreme cold and drifting snow that permeated the surroundings.

As his figure swayed, it was like a ghost moving about, or a fleeting shadow, leaving behind elusive afterimages in his wake.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Tang Fan's swift and ruthless series of palm strikes all landed on empty air, only causing the cold air to scatter and ice shards to fly, without even touching the hem of Lu Jun's clothes.

The next instant, Lu Jun's figure approached like smoke, without using the terrifying Ice Abyss Sword, but simply threw a punch.

The angle was incredibly tricky, passing perfectly through the gaps in the palm shadows and striking directly at Tang Fan's open chest.

The fist technique appears simple and unadorned, yet it contains terrifying power capable of shattering mountains and splitting rocks.

The force of the punch was so powerful that it caused the surrounding frozen air to hum under its strain.

One force can defeat ten!

Tang Fan's pupils contracted sharply, and a sense of crisis suddenly exploded within him.

He shouted sharply, forcefully twisting his body, and the Haotian Hammer retreated, barely blocking in front of his chest.

"boom--!!!"

Fists and hammers collided violently.

A dull, thunderous roar erupted as Lu Jun's fist force burst forth like a volcano that had been dormant for millennia, unleashing a torrent of immense power.

Tang Fan felt an irresistible, terrifying force pass through the hammer. His tiger's mouth instantly split open, bleeding profusely. His entire arm was in excruciating pain and numbness, and the Haotian Hammer almost slipped from his grasp.

He was thrown backward uncontrollably, as if he had been directly rammed by an ancient giant elephant.

"puff--"

A sweet taste rose in his throat, and a mouthful of bright red blood gushed out uncontrollably, scattering dazzling blood flowers in the icy world.

Tang Fan staggered and slammed the Haotian Hammer into the ground, shattering a large area of ​​ice, before he could barely steady himself and knelt on one knee.

He slowly raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. When he looked up again, his eyes were filled with horror and disbelief, which were then replaced by a humiliating madness.

How can it be?

He was a level 79 Soul Saint, further enhanced by his three-word battle armor; he was now stronger than an ordinary Title Douluo. His opponent, however, was merely a Soul Emperor; how could his physical strength be so inconceivably formidable?

One punch and he'd be sent flying?

And they didn't even use their martial soul or battle armor?

Are you a human?

“I just don’t believe it!!!”

Tang Fan roared hoarsely, completely going mad, and his soul power burned without reservation.

"Martial spirit's true form!"

A massive phantom of the Haotian Hammer appeared behind him, merging with the giant hammer in his hand, and its power surged instantly!
The hammer was shrouded in dark light, emitting eerie fluctuations, as if it had transformed into an invisible cage, attempting to imprison the space around Lu Jun.

At the same time, among the seven jet-black spirit rings beneath his feet, the three ten-thousand-year spirit rings at the very front suddenly burst forth with dazzling light and shattered with a crash.

A vast and boundless surge of soul energy flooded into his body like a torrent.

"They actually managed to use the exploding ring like that?"

Tang Yu, standing behind, gasped in shock, her eyes filled with astonishment.

Tang Fan unleashed the supreme technique of the Haotian Sect without hesitation at this moment.

This Lu Jun, with just one punch, forced Tang Fan to use his trump card and fight to the death.
Infused with the terrifying power of the exploding ring, Tang Fan's aura surged to its peak. His face contorted like a demon, and he swung the Haotian Hammer, which seemed capable of splitting mountains and seas, with a violent aura that could destroy everything. He tore through the cold wind and smashed it down on Lu Jun's head.

Even before the hammer arrived, the terrifying pressure had already caused the ice below to crack inch by inch.

Faced with this earth-shattering blow, Lu Jun merely raised his head slightly, the confident curve of his lips remaining unchanged.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, like an ice-blue lightning bolt tearing through the sky. In the nick of time, with unimaginable speed and agility, he brushed past the destructive giant hammer.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Tang Fan's determined hammer blow missed its mark, but the terrifying force blasted a bottomless crater into the earth, sending ice shards and soil flying into the sky.

But the madness and savage smile on his face froze instantly, his pupils dilated abruptly, leaving only boundless terror and bewilderment.

A thin yet extremely sharp icy blue thread had silently swept across his neck without him even noticing.

"Shh-"

After the soft sound, the world seemed to fall silent for a moment.

Tang Fan's head, with an expression of disbelief, shot skyward.

The severed neck was as smooth as a mirror, sealed by a thin layer of azure ice, and not a single drop of blood spurted out.

His headless body remained frozen in place, still in the position of swinging a hammer.

His left arm, which crackled with lightning, was also severed.

Before the severed arm and the piece of ancient soul bone that had been detached from the body could fall, they were swept away by a chilling aura and landed in Lu Jun's hands.

Lu Jun's figure appeared behind Tang Fan's corpse like a phantom, his Ice Abyss Sword twirling gracefully, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, unstained by blood.

One sword strike, instantly killing a level 79 Three-Word Battle Armor Soul Saint!

Swift and decisive, like slaughtering a dog!
"Brother Lu, you're awesome!!!"

Xie Xie jumped up excitedly, shouting hoarsely, his face turning bright red.

"Brother Lu is awesome! Invincible!"

Long Chen waved his fists, unable to contain his excitement.

The other team members also erupted in wild cheers of relief, their gazes towards Lu Jun filled with boundless fervor and adoration.

On the other hand, the Tang Clan felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, chilled to the bone. (End of Chapter)