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

Faced with this terrifying combined attack that could instantly annihilate a mountain, Lu Jun's footwork was mysterious, and his figure made subtle shifts and turns in the blink of an eye, like a phantom that was not affected by force and did not occupy space, leisurely shuttling through the gaps in the storm of attacks.

The dragon's claws slammed into the air, creating a piercing sonic boom, while the lightning balls struck the ice surface, blasting open deep craters and scattering ice shards everywhere.

However, no matter how much the twenty Title Douluos channeled their soul power or changed their moves, their attacks couldn't even touch the hem of Lu Jun's clothes.

He was like a butterfly fluttering in a storm, or a rock standing firm in raging waves. His composure and elegance contrasted sharply with the devastating scene around him, revealing a powerful force that inspired despair.

Occasionally, Lu Jun would casually swing his sword, the Ice Abyss Sword drawing mysterious trajectories, sometimes pointing, sometimes flicking, sometimes parrying, effortlessly neutralizing attacks that were truly impossible to completely avoid.

The sword clashed with the dragon's claw, producing a dull, thunderous roar that sparked dazzling sparks and ice crystals.

The combined soul power pressure of twenty titled Douluos was like an invisible quagmire, which did put some pressure on Lu Jun, making it impossible for him to completely ignore it as before.

But it's just a little pressure. Do you think you can defeat or even repel him with that?
It's nothing more than a fool's dream.

"Warm-up over, I'm done messing around with you guys."

Lu Jun's figure suddenly froze in the dense attack net, as if the pause button had been pressed.

He stood with his sword held horizontally, and his originally indifferent eyes suddenly burst forth with an arrogant gleam that looked down upon the world.

The seventh-ranked soul ring, radiating a hazy yet noble orange light, rose slowly like an awakening sun, its brilliance dazzling in the astonished gazes of the twenty Title Douluos.

"Martial spirit's true form."

Lu Jun's voice was very soft, yet it seemed to contain the laws of heaven and earth, clearly resounding throughout the entire Zhenlong Mountain area, and even... traveling further.

The next moment, a scene that everyone will never forget unfolded.

Centered on Lu Jun, an indescribable force of rules instantly spread out.

It wasn't an energy surge, nor a cold wave, but rather... the stripping away of color.

It was as if an invisible giant hand had used a pure white eraser to wipe away all the colors in the world.

The sky, no longer the gray-black of darkness or smoke, has turned into pure white.

The mountains, having lost their verdant or scorched earth colors, have turned into pure white.

Palaces, corpses, blood, lightning...

Everything in sight, whether objects or energy effects, lost its original color and turned into a monotonous, cold, and unsettling white.

The whole world seemed to have become an uncolored ink painting draft, with only the most essential lines and outlines remaining.

At the same time, an extreme chill, penetrating to the bone and freezing the soul, descended from nowhere.

This coldness does not come from air currents, but from the level of rules, as if the concept of temperature itself is being forcibly extracted and annihilated.

In this desolate world where only white remains, only the Ice Abyss Sword in Lu Jun's hand still retains its original deep and mysterious ice blue, like the only unusual color, the only source of light, and the only symbol of death in this pale hell.

This astonishing phenomenon instantly drew all eyes on the battlefield.

The Ice Emperor and the ten Super Douluo, who were engaged in fierce battle, involuntarily stopped what they were doing.

The solemn expressions on the faces of Long Yeyue and the other three, who were confronting Xue Di, turned into unbelievable shock.

Even the Ice Puppet Legion, which was slaughtering ordinary disciples in the distance, hesitated for a moment.

This was the first time Lu Jun had unleashed his true martial spirit form.

Although the Ice Emperor and the Snow Emperor had already prepared themselves mentally, once Lu Jun's Martial Soul True Body was released, it would be equivalent to using a trace of the Ice Abyss Sword's original power.

But to everyone's surprise, Lu Jun's Martial Soul True Form... was actually this outrageous!
All eyes were fixed on Lu Jun, on the icy blue longsword in his hand that seemed to bear the chill of the entire world. However, the influence of Lu Jun's Martial Soul True Form extended far beyond just this corner of True Dragon Mountain!
Douluo Continent, Mingdu.

Inside the Federal Speaker's office, Xu Tiandi, who was reviewing documents at his desk, suddenly looked up, his brows furrowed.

He could clearly feel that the surrounding temperature was dropping rapidly at an unreasonable rate.

With his peak Limit Douluo cultivation, he was already immune to heat and cold, yet at this moment... he actually felt a bit of bone-chilling cold.

He glanced instinctively at the steaming cup of coffee beside him, his pupils suddenly contracting.

The coffee in the cup was visibly freezing, and the ice layer was rapidly thickening.

"How is this going?"

Xu Tiandi's face showed a rare look of bewilderment.

"It's not just that the environment is getting colder; the flow of qi and blood in my body, the activity of my soul power, and even... my life heat are all being rapidly drawn away and lost by an invisible force."

He immediately released his vast spiritual power, attempting to investigate the source of this eerie chill, his expression more solemn than ever before.

"In the end what happened?"

The Central Army's base is located on the outskirts of Shrek City.

"It's so cold! It's so cold!"

"What happened? Why did it suddenly get so cold?"

"I can't feel anything in my hands and feet!"

The camp was in complete chaos. Soldiers with cultivation levels below Soul Douluo felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave. Their teeth chattered, their bodies trembled, and white frost quickly formed on their skin.

Even generals at the Title Douluo level felt their blood and qi stagnating, their movements stiff, and their bodies covered with a layer of ice.

Even Yu Guanzhi, the legion commander and a powerful Limit Douluo, couldn't help but shiver at this moment, feeling that his soul power circulation was significantly suppressed.

He glared at his adjutant and shouted sharply:

"Quickly! Activate all cold-dispelling soul-guiding devices, and put the entire army on high alert!"

"Where's the adjutant? What's going on?"

"General, we've found it!" The adjutant rushed over, his face ashen. "A large-scale battle has broken out in Shrek City! The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School... are being attacked by a mysterious force and are on the verge of collapse!"

Yu Guanzhi was taken aback at first, then suddenly realized what was going on, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light:
"So that's how it is. Someone is trying to use us as a pawn to force our Federation and Shrek Academy to have an early showdown. What's Shrek Academy's reaction?"

"They... Poseidon Island is experiencing strong energy fluctuations; Yun Ming and the others will probably have to come out in full force!"

"Stop them, at all costs!" Yu Guanzhi made a decisive decision. "Contact Chen Xinjie and Harosa immediately and request emergency support! Hurry!"

Shrek City, Poseidon Island.

Yun Ming stood beneath the golden ancient tree, his originally sorrowful face now filled with horror.

The golden tree before him, the sacred tree that symbolized Shrek's life and heritage, was now trembling slightly.

A layer of crystalline frost condensed on the broad leaves at a speed visible to the naked eye, emitting a mournful ripple.

This completely froze Yun Ming.

"What happened? Even the ancient golden tree..." (End of Chapter)