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

"Jingle bells, jingle bells—"

The sounds of collisions, as dense as rain, blended together, sending sparks and ice shards flying everywhere.

Tang Yu was overwhelmed by the relentless and increasingly rapid sword strikes, forced to retreat repeatedly, only able to parry and utterly powerless to retaliate.

Seeing this, the other three Soul Saints with three-word battle armor suppressed their fear and roared as they launched another attack from different directions, attempting to relieve the siege by attacking from the north. Various powerful soul skills shone brightly as they bombarded Lu Jun.

Despite being surrounded from all sides, Lu Jun's lips curled into a cold smile.

The fourth spirit ring beneath his feet quietly emitted a deep, eerie light.

An ominous premonition instantly gripped the hearts of Tang Yu and all the attackers.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Ice Abyss Thousand Horns Thrust".

In an instant, the snowflakes falling from the sky and earth suddenly stopped, and then, as if drawn by an invisible force, they frantically converged towards the center of the battlefield.

The next moment, without warning, countless sharp, thick, spear-like ice spikes, gleaming with a deadly cold light, sprouted from the icy ground within a radius of several hundred meters centered on Lu Jun.

Like a wildly growing metal jungle, it bursts forth from the ground, from the air, and from every incredible angle without warning.

It instantly covered every inch of space, completely blocking all avenues of advance and retreat.

"what--"

The screams were deafening.

The Soul Saints who were about to attack, as well as some Tang Clan members who were trying to get closer from a distance, had no time to react before their legs, arms, and even torsos were mercilessly pierced by the sudden burst of ice spikes.

The cold spikes pierced through the protective armor and embedded themselves deep in their flesh, causing not only excruciating pain but also a surge of extremely cold power that rushed wildly into the wounds.

It instantly froze their limbs, locked their movements, and even severely hampered the flow of their soul power.

The cold poison has deepened!

The entire battlefield seemed to have transformed into a gigantic, spiked, icy prison.

Tang Yu, despite managing to shatter several key ice spikes aimed at vital points with his exceptional strength and the Clear Sky Hammer, was also scratched by countless tiny ice shards, leaving him in a sorry state. He was completely trapped in the ice spike forest, his movements greatly restricted.

Ice Abyss Ten Thousand Horned Spikes, a Cage of Desperate Strike!

All enemies were imprisoned, their movements were restricted, and their soul power was stagnant.

Lu Jun stood atop the ice spikes, dressed in pristine white, his eyes indifferent as ice as he looked down at the struggling prey.

The third spirit ring beneath his feet then glowed with a deep blue light.

"Third Soul Skill, Ice Abyss Storm."

"call--"

A sigh, seemingly emanating from the deepest abyss of the far north, then resounded.

The next moment, the temperature inside the entire ice spike cage plummeted to absolute zero.

Countless visible icy blue freezing energy surged together, transforming into towering, roaring ice and snow tornadoes.

These storms, like ancient ice serpents with life, raged, spun, and strangled wildly in the narrow space of ice spikes.

The cold wind is like a knife, and the icicles are like arrows!
The storm swept mercilessly through every corner, swallowing up every figure imprisoned by ice spikes.

The solid ice was peeled away layer by layer, the battle armor groaned under the unbearable strain, and the flesh and blood body quickly lost its vitality under the extreme cold and violent tearing.

"Do not!!!"

Tang Yu let out a desperate and unwilling roar, and swung the Haotian Hammer at the storm with all his might, but was enveloped by even more storms, and the hammer shadow was quickly frozen and shattered.

He could only watch helplessly as his fellow disciples screamed in agony as they turned into ice sculptures in the storm, only to be torn to shreds by subsequent storms.

Ice shards, blood foam, fragments of battle armor... tumbled and vanished in the blue storm.

This was a one-sided, cruel funeral amidst the snow.

Xie Xie, Long Chen, Gu Yuena and the others were already dumbfounded. Although they knew Lu Jun was powerful, they never thought he could be so powerful.

With a few words and a laugh, a formidable enemy was annihilated; what divine power this was!

This is so much stronger than Lu Jun before his breakthrough.

Even five Soul Saints with three-word Battle Armor Masters fighting together couldn't defeat him in a single blow.

Even Lu Jun's two-word battle armor couldn't be forced out...

The storm is subsiding.

The ice spikes slowly sank into the ground.

The once bustling battlefield fell into a deathly silence.

As the cold mist dissipated, only a few figures remained, barely able to stand where the Tang Clan members had been.

Tang Yu was dressed in tattered clothes, his three-word battle armor was badly damaged and covered in frost. He leaned on the Haotian Hammer and gasped for breath, blood constantly spilling from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were filled with bloodshot veins and utter fear.

The other Soul Saints around him were in even worse condition. One had lost an arm, another was kneeling on the ground, and their auras were extremely weak. The other Soul Saints in three-word battle armor were also at their last gasp.

Dozens of Tang Sect elites, including three Soul Saints with three-word Battle Armor, were either killed or crippled under Lu Jun's two consecutive Soul Skills, almost resulting in the complete annihilation of the entire army.

Lu Jun slowly descended from the sky, stepping onto the ice with a crisp sound.

He held the Ice Abyss Sword, its blade pointed at the remaining three, including Tang Yu, his voice calm yet carrying the chilling intent of final judgment:

"The Tang Clan's foundation? Nothing special."

"Now, it's your turn to show your hand. Why don't you reveal it and let me see?"

Lu Jun stood with his sword in hand, his robes fluttering in the biting wind, like a snow lotus blooming alone on an icy plain, aloof and peerless.

His gaze swept calmly across the area ahead, where Tang Yu and the other few three-word battle armor masters who had miraculously survived looked extremely disheveled.

Their once radiant and indestructible three-word battle armor was now riddled with cracks, like shattered glassware, with the scorched skin and trembling muscles faintly visible beneath the spiderweb-like fissures.

The fluctuations of soul power became chaotic and weak, clearly indicating that it had reached its limit and was only a hair's breadth away from complete collapse.

In contrast, Lu Jun's breathing was deep and his expression was normal, as if the earth-shattering series of explosions just now were nothing more than a gentle breeze and flowing clouds that he could casually unleash, without expending any of his strength.

That composure, that ease, deeply stung Tang Yu's eyes.

When Tang Yu saw that Lu Jun did not take advantage of the situation to pursue him, but instead calmly smoothed out a non-existent wrinkle on his sleeve, that nonchalant and confident demeanor instantly ignited the last bit of humiliation and madness in his heart.

"You'll regret it, you'll regret not eliminating us like crushing insects right away!"

Tang Yu roared hoarsely, his voice distorted by extreme anger.

The next moment, the huge phantom of the Clear Sky Hammer behind him suddenly solidified, and his Martial Soul True Body was pushed to its limit without regard for anything else.

Immediately afterwards, the seven jet-black ten-thousand-year soul rings beneath his feet exploded one after another without the slightest hesitation.

"Explode the ring!!!"

This time, it was a devastating, all-encompassing explosion of all seven rings.

A terrifying torrent of energy, so powerful it was almost out of control, surged wildly into Tang Yu's body.

His body visibly swelled, fine beads of blood seeped from his skin, and his pupils were stained a chaotic crimson by violent energy. His aura instantly surged to a terrifying peak. (End of Chapter)