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

The arrogance and gloom on Tang Yu's face had vanished, replaced by a look of shock and disbelief.

The other four Soul Saints with three-word battle armor beside him also changed their expressions drastically, their eyes filled with fear.

Tang Fan's strength was already among the top in their group, yet he was still instantly killed by the opponent with a single sword strike.

Just how terrifying is Lu Jun's strength?
Moreover, this is a Soul Saint with a three-word battle armor. The death of just one of them is enough to make the hearts of all the major forces bleed.

"Everyone, form a battle formation, attack together, kill him at all costs! We cannot give him the chance to defeat him one by one!" Tang Yu suddenly snapped back to his senses, his voice trembling slightly with shock and anger, but he forced himself to remain calm and roared fiercely.

"We still have five of us, five three-word battle armor masters. With our combined strength, we can even fight against a Super Douluo without battle armor. Why should we fear him alone?!"

"kill!!!"

The remaining Tang Clan members, gripped by extreme fear, unleashed a hysterical fighting spirit. Their soul lights flashed wildly, and dozens of figures, especially the several Soul Saints in three-word battle armor led by Tang Yu, charged towards Lu Jun like trapped beasts.

The light of the soul skills intertwined into a destructive network, its momentum overwhelming, threatening to completely engulf Lu Jun.

Lu Jun calmly glanced at the swarming enemies, and unhurriedly put the ten-thousand-year-old soul bone into his pocket, as if he had only done a trivial matter.

He shook his head slightly, his tone tinged with regret:
"Too many small fry, it's just too noisy. Those with lower soul power than mine aren't even qualified to make me take action."

The moment he finished speaking, his second spirit ring quietly lit up, a deep black light swirling around it.

"Second Soul Skill, Ice Abyss Slash."

As the soul skills were unleashed, a series of chilling, muffled hissing sounds emanating from within the bodies of Tang Sect members whose soul power was below level 68 emanated continuously.

"Uh-"

"No, my soul power...!"

The screams stopped abruptly.

The low-level Soul Masters who were charging forward suddenly swelled up like inflated balloons, and icy blue cracks appeared and spread from under their skin.

next moment--

"Bang, bang, bang, bang!"

A series of rapid explosions rang out.

More than a dozen Tang Clan members had no time to react before their bodies exploded from the inside out.

Countless fragments of crimson ice crystals scattered and burst forth, as if blooming cruel and eerie blood-red ice flowers on the icy plain.

A strong, pungent smell of blood instantly filled the air, mixing with the extreme cold to create a nauseating odor.

With just a single word or thought, dozens of Soul Masters perished instantly, leaving no trace of their bodies!

This terrifying scene terrified all the surviving Tang Clan members, halting their advance and leaving them completely consumed by boundless fear.

"Roar!!!"

A furious lion's roar shattered the deathly silence of fear.

The Soul Saint, who possessed the Golden Lion Martial Soul, had bloodshot eyes and had fully unleashed his ferocity.

His seventh spirit ring shone brightly.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Golden Lion True Form!"

A burst of brilliant golden light erupted, and his body expanded violently, instantly transforming into a giant lion ten meters tall with a mane burning like golden flames.

With a deafening roar, a massive golden claw tore through the air, unleashing a wild, savage force that ripped everything apart, and slammed down towards Lu Jun's head.

Its power was astonishing, far surpassing Tang Fan's previous strength.

Lu Jun merely glanced indifferently at the enormous lion shadow, casually raised his right hand, and pressed it forward to activate his right arm soul bone technique.

"Ice Dragon Claw".

The space in front of him fluctuated violently, and endless cold air instantly condensed into an enormous ice crystal dragon claw. The scales on the claw were clearly visible, shimmering with a cold, eerie blue light. The fingertips were as sharp as peerless divine weapons, exuding an ancient and boundless dragon's might, as if it were the claw of an ancient ice dragon, ready to freeze and tear everything apart.

The ice dragon's claw struck first, colliding fiercely with the enormous golden lion's claw.

"Crack——!"

The sickening sound of bones cracking rang out clearly.

The Golden Lion Soul Saint let out a painful and shrill wail. His indestructible Golden Lion True Body claws were as fragile as glass in front of the Ice Dragon's claws and were easily shattered.

Immediately afterwards, the massive lion's body was struck head-on by an iceberg, flying backward without any resistance and crashing heavily onto the ice hundreds of meters away, creating a deep crater. The golden light dissipated, and it reverted to human form, its fate unknown.

A light touch, a single shot and it's gone!
At the very instant the Ice Dragon's Claw swatted the Golden Lion away, an extremely subtle yet dangerous aura quietly approached.

Tang Yu finally moved.

Taking advantage of the brief moment when Lu Jun struck and sent the golden lion flying, he transformed into a streak of light, moving at an extreme speed.

Without warning, the Haotian Hammer, clearly superior to Tang Fan's, appeared above Lu Jun's head. Its dark light was contained within, yet it possessed a terrifying destructive power capable of shattering mountains and annihilating souls.

Overwhelmingly powerful and arrogant!
This hammer strike embodied all his cultivation as a peak Soul Saint, and was further amplified by the ultimate power of the Three-Word Battle Armor. It was ruthless, cunning, and perfectly timed.

The jet-black hammer, like a bolt of deathly lightning tearing through the sky, crashed down with devastating force.

Lu Jun slightly raised his eyes, his icy blue pupils reflecting the rapidly enlarging hammer shadow, yet he showed no sign of panic.

With a slight turn of his wrist, the Ice Abyss Sword, which had been pointing diagonally at the ground, emitted a clear and melodious sword cry, as if a sleeping dragon had awakened.

Lu Jun, who was holding a sword, suddenly changed his aura.

He was once a domineering overlord who looked down upon the world, but now he has transformed into an ethereal and otherworldly, yet peerless sword immortal with unparalleled sharpness!

Clad in white, standing amidst the frozen world, he seemed to be the only color and focal point in the universe.

"Keng——"

The sword tip struck the point where the power of the Haotian Hammer was most concentrated with unparalleled precision.

The ear-piercing clang of metal against metal resounded through the sky, and a violent energy shockwave suddenly spread out in a ring, shearing the ice layer on the surrounding ground down several feet again.

Sword tip against hammer edge!
Lu Jun remained as steady as a rock, managing to withstand the violent hammer blow containing immense power with his longsword.

He faced off against the hammer with a sword, and was not at a disadvantage in the slightest.

"what?!"

Tang Yu's pupils contracted sharply, his heart filled with utter shock.

His long-awaited, almost sneaky, and deadly strike was so easily parried by his opponent.

However, what chilled him to the bone was yet to come.

With his sword blocking the giant hammer, Lu Jun suddenly exerted force on his wrist, and the Ice Abyss Sword burst forth with a dazzling ice-blue light.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

The sword light suddenly appeared, like a silver river pouring down, like snowflakes dancing in the air.

Lu Jun wielded his longsword with incredible speed and precision, unleashing a series of exquisite and swift sword techniques.

In an instant, countless beautiful and dazzling sword intents, like fireworks in the night sky yet sharp and cold, burst forth, weaving together a net of death that enveloped Tang Yu.

A chivalrous swordsman wields his sword, killing every ten steps!

The extreme killing intent hidden within that exquisite beauty sent chills down Tang Yu's spine and made his soul tremble.

He let out a strange cry, no longer daring to hold back in the slightest. The Haotian Hammer retreated rapidly, its movements dense and impenetrable, desperately creating layers upon layers of defensive hammer shadows in an attempt to block the omnipresent and all-pervasive chilling sword technique. (End of Chapter)