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

Le Zheng'en also said:

"It's not just us. Even someone as strong as Yun Ming, the number one person on the continent, would be easily beaten by Lu Jun if he were the same age as him."

Everyone firmly believed this statement...

"I feel that another legend is about to rise in the Douluo Continent. And I am fortunate to witness the beginning of a legend."

"A Soul Emperor with only two-word battle armor is suppressing five Soul Saints with three-word battle armor..." Guan Yue muttered to himself, his voice hoarse, "This, this is simply a myth."

"Not to mention, Lu Jun hasn't even used the power of his two-word battle armor yet. He can suppress them just by relying on his Soul Emperor cultivation."

Qian Gu Qingfeng's lips twitched, his eyes filled with disbelief:

"Even if we were the same age, if I were to face him at the same level now, I'm afraid I would..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was obvious.

Lu Jun's terrifying combat instincts, his grasp of timing, and his endless stream of powerful sword techniques were simply unheard of.

Le Zheng'en took a deep breath and slowly said:
"Even in his youth, Yun Ming was far inferior to this. Douluo Continent is probably about to welcome an unprecedented legend."

Their consensus was: this child is no ordinary person; a legend is rising before their very eyes.

Fortunately, Lu Jun was on their side, not Shrek Academy!
At the heart of the battlefield, Lu Jun fought with increasing fervor and exhilaration.

The sword light in his hands seemed to come alive, weaving into a net of death that trapped his opponent.

His figure was elusive, like a ghost or a wisp of smoke, each sword strike carrying a deadly intent.

The feeling of having immense power under one's control and crushing powerful enemies with absolute strength is truly wonderful.

Lu Jun could even clearly feel the almost infinite soul power provided by his Yin-Yang complementary dual soul cores, as well as the absolute advantage of his spiritual power in the Spirit Realm, which allowed him to see through everything and predict the future.

"You guys really have a hard time beating me."

Lu Jun's lips curled into a faint smile, a smile that, in the eyes of Tang Yu and the others, sent chills down their spines.

The sword technique changed again.

The Ice Abyss Sword suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, its sword light flickering and expanding like a peacock spreading its tail, transforming into thousands of sharp and incomparable ice-blue sword shadows, which shot towards it from all directions like a sudden storm.

It can penetrate anywhere and is indestructible!
An invisible, immense pressure originating from the soul and spirit level pressed down on Tang Yu and the other three like a heavy mountain, causing their soul power to stagnate, their movements to become distorted, and even their breathing to become extremely difficult.

They stared wide-eyed, their eyes bloodshot and filled with incomprehensible resentment.

why?
They are clearly higher-level Soul Saints, possessing more powerful three-word battle armor!

Once they don the three-word battle armor, their combat power is at the level of a Title Douluo!
But why was he suppressed to such a desperate state by a Soul Emperor?
Most importantly, Lu Jun's sword aura truly grew stronger and stronger with the passage of time...

What happened? They've become Lu Jun's human punching bags, just sparring partners?

Just a dog for him to practice his swordsmanship?

This overwhelming sense of powerlessness gnawed at their beliefs like a venomous snake.

"Do not!!!"

They let out desperate, beast-like roars, frantically squeezing out the last bit of soul power from their bodies in a final struggle.

But it was too late.

For Lu Jun, the victory was already secured.

He seemed to have lost interest in honing his swordsmanship, or perhaps he believed they were no longer of any value. Lu Jun softly uttered a single word:

"Destroy."

The countless sword shadows that rained down from the sky seemed to receive a final command, suddenly contracting and coalescing, transforming into several exquisitely refined, breathtakingly beautiful yet terrifyingly dangerous streams of ice-blue light.

Like a dragon dancing in the night sky, it pierces through the void in an instant with a speed beyond comprehension.

"Puff puff!"

The dull thuds of sharp weapons tearing through flesh and shattering bones rang out one after another.

The four three-word battle armor masters, who were already exhausted, had their battle armor easily pierced as if it were made of paper, and blood burst out from their vital points such as their brows, hearts, and throats.

The madness and resentment in their eyes froze instantly. Their bodies stiffened for a moment, then they collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Even the Golden Lion Soul Saint, who had unleashed his Martial Soul True Form, was not spared. A beam of light pierced his lion's eye precisely, annihilating his soul.

The Haotian Hammer in Tang Yu's hand was struck hard by a streak of light. The terrifying power far exceeded his imagination. His hand was completely shattered, and the hammer flew out of his hand.

At the same time, several streams of light, as if they were alive, wrapped around his limbs and bones.

“Crack—bang!”

His three-word battle armor, already riddled with cracks, finally let out a final wail and shattered completely, turning into countless metal fragments that scattered in all directions.

"what--"

Tang Yu let out a shrill scream. The backlash from the shattered battle armor, combined with the excruciating pain of the light piercing his body, left him covered in blood, turning him into a blood-soaked figure, before he crashed heavily onto the ice.

However, just as Lu Jun slightly turned his sword, preparing to deliver the final fatal blow...

Changes occur suddenly.

From Tang Yu's shattered chest, a dazzling golden light, imbued with a sacred and majestic aura, suddenly burst forth.

A blurry, supremely powerful phantom flashed by, and a gentle yet resilient force spread out, completely blocking and neutralizing Lu Jun's deadly follow-up sword beam.

"Divine protection?"

Lu Jun narrowed his eyes slightly. Having dealt with Tang San frequently, he was no stranger to this.

This was clearly Tang San's trump card for protecting his core followers. Those who could possess a three-word battle armor at the Soul Saint stage were almost all geniuses among geniuses. Coupled with the massive resources invested in them, they were almost certain to become high-level combatants who would become four-word battle armor masters in the future.

Clearly, both Tang Yu and Tang Fan possess this kind of potential.

If they were killed, the Tang Clan would probably be heartbroken.

"Even this trash exists. It seems that the higher-ups at Shrek Academy and the Tang Sect also have Tang San's followers protecting them."

Under the golden light, Tang Yu's heavily injured body was enveloped by a force, and he was sent flying backwards for nearly a hundred meters.

He barely managed to stand, his face completely drained of color, filled only with boundless terror, resentment, and the disorientation of surviving a catastrophe.

He sensed more clearly that Lu Jun seemed to possess a strange power that was subtly suppressing and even repelling the power within him that belonged to the Sea God Tang San's ancestor.

"Lu! Jun!"

Tang Yu gritted his teeth, each word seemingly soaked in blood and tears.

"If I don't avenge this, I, Tang Yu, swear I'm not human! You just wait!"

As someone with the surname Tang in the Tang Clan, he was among the most noble, yet he was betrayed by Lu Junbo!

This is naked humiliation!

Leaving behind that roar filled with resentment and bitterness, he turned abruptly, burning his last remaining soul power, transforming into a streak of blood-red light, and fled into the distant sky at top speed.

"I will definitely come back—"

A voice filled with hatred echoed across the empty, icy plain.

Lu Jun stared calmly in the direction where Tang Yu had disappeared. He gently flicked the Ice Abyss Sword in his hand, flicking off a few drops of crimson blood. A contemptuous and cold smile appeared on his lips.

“When you speak… don’t be like that wolf who can never catch a sheep.”

He never paid any attention to the wailing and threats of such losers.

return?

It would only mean returning to be humiliated again, or even to die.

not to mention……

"Your speed is too slow."

Lu Jun murmured to himself.

Before he finished speaking, he took a light step forward.

This step, seemingly ordinary, made the space beneath one's feet appear to suddenly contract and fold.

His figure flickered, and in the blink of an eye, he had traversed hundreds of meters, appearing behind Tang Yu, who was desperately fleeing, as if by teleportation.

This scene once again caused Le Zheng'en, Qian Gu Qingfeng, and others watching from afar to shrink their pupils and gasp in shock.

Le Zheng'en was dumbfounded:
"No... a thirteen-year-old child, comprehending such spatial power?"

"He actually knows how to use the Shrinking Earth technique so well? No wonder he was able to get here so quickly from the distant Tianhai City."

"Shrinking the space to an inch? Such skillful use of space!"

Qian Gu Qingfeng gasped in shock, his face filled with a sense of absurdity.

"He's only thirteen years old! Just thirteen!"

"I have never seen such a genius... Think about what we were doing when we were thirteen years old... Compared to Lu Jun, he has already mastered the art of shrinking the distance between people!"

"A monster, a real monster," Guan Yue sighed.

There are absolutely no other words to describe it.

Tang Yu, who was fleeing for her life, suddenly felt a chilling killing intent and spatial fluctuations behind her. She turned around in horror and met Lu Jun's calm and unwavering eyes, which were colder than the abyss.

"you……"

Extreme fear gripped his heart in an instant.

Lu Jun raised his hand, not using his sword, but simply and casually placed a palm lightly on Tang Yu's back.

"The way you ran away was just like a stray dog."

The cold words, like a final judgment, reached Tang Yu's ears.

"And they run too slowly."

"Do not--"

Tang Yu let out a desperate scream, trying to unleash all the remaining power within her body in a final struggle.

But it was too late.

From Lu Jun's palm, an extremely condensed and chilling aura instantly erupted, like countless ice needles, penetrating Tang Yu's limbs and bones in an instant, freezing his blood, soul power, and even his soul.

The next moment, the Ice Abyss Sword in Lu Jun's hand flashed.

"Shh-!"

A head filled with terror and disbelief shot into the sky, its warm blood freezing instantly into eerie red ice crystals before it could even spurt out.

The headless corpse staggered forward two steps before crashing heavily onto the ice with a dull thud.

All the powerful members of the Tang Sect on this mission, including several Soul Saints clad in three-word battle armor, were wiped out. (End of Chapter)