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

What's even more chilling is the miserable state of those Soul Masters with lower cultivation levels.

The extreme low temperatures exceeded the limits of their physical endurance, triggering a fatal neurological disorder.

Their brains received completely wrong signals, distorting the pain of being frozen into the illusion of burning!

"It's hot! It's so hot!!!"

"It's on fire! I'm on fire!"

"Help! Water! Give me water!"

A series of mournful, contradictory screams rose and fell.

The disciples' faces were contorted, their eyes bloodshot, as they frantically tore at their clothes, as if trying to extinguish the non-existent flames.

When skin is exposed to absolute zero air, it instantly loses all moisture, becomes dry, cracked, and purple, and is then quickly covered with a thick layer of frost.

As if caught in a collective hysteria, they stripped off their clothes to cool off in the extreme cold, and within seconds, their life force was completely extinguished, turning them into bizarre, frozen corpses covered in ice crystals, lying prostrate on the pure white earth.

Even some newly promoted Title Douluo with unstable foundations were affected and joined this crazy and desperate striptease, ultimately unable to escape the fate of freezing to death.

Wailing cries, the sound of tearing cloth, the thud of bodies falling to the ground...

They intertwine to form a death symphony from the icy prison.

The entire Zhenlong Mountain has become a more terrifying place than hell.

Lu Jun merely stood there in the form of his Martial Soul True Body, without even launching an attack, yet he had already slaughtered all the disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan below the Title Douluo level by virtue of the terrifying power of the domain's rules.

This is no longer just a matter of soul skills; this is... divine punishment!
It is the deity who rules over the cold winter, and who ruthlessly judges the mortal world.

"Is this... a trace of the Ice Abyss Sword's original power?"

Lu Jun was also deeply shocked.

He clearly realized that before becoming a Soul Saint, his use of the Ice Abyss Sword was merely like a child wielding a divine weapon, only grasping its form and not unleashing even a fraction of its power.

At this moment, after reaching the Soul Saint realm, and with the release of his Martial Soul True Body, he finally unleashed a trace of the original power of this peerless divine sword.

Just like in the original novel, when Tang Wulin unsealed the Golden Dragon King, the first few levels were just appetizers; the power released became increasingly devastating as he progressed.

The Ice Abyss Sword has such a high threshold that it requires the mental strength of the Divine Origin Realm to fully control the power of its Martial Soul True Body, which shows how terrifying it is.

Lu Jun took a deep breath of the chilling air that seemed to freeze his soul, and fully activated his Yin-Yang complementary dual soul cores. His vast spiritual power acted like reins, tightly restraining the mad dragon in his hand that wanted to break free of its restraints and freeze all worlds.

The Ice Abyss Sword trembled slightly in his hand, emitting a reluctant hum.

"I still... underestimated myself," Lu Jun thought to himself.

He originally thought that the level 12 Godslayer Cannonball was the ultimate military force on the continent, enough to threaten him.

But now, through the icy perception that spreads across the continent and serves as his eyes, he sees that even the four God-Slaying Cannonballs underground in Mingdu are affected by his icy aura, almost frozen and rendered ineffective.

"It seems that it's not that they are too strong, but that I... am too overpowered."

An unprecedented sense of confidence welled up in Lu Jun's heart.

"Perhaps I can actually withstand that so-called ultimate weapon now? In this Douluo Continent, who can kill me?!"

Just as he was surging with excitement and exerting all his strength to control his domain, those remaining Title Douluos, whose minds were relatively resilient, under the pressure of extreme fear and despair, instead erupted in a final frenzy.

"Fight him!"

"Revenge for my people!"

"Kill—!" A dozen figures, burning their last bit of soul power and life force, roared as they charged toward Lu Jun at the center of the domain, like moths drawn to a flame.

Their spirit rings flashed wildly, their martial spirit bodies struggled to maintain their form, and their three-word battle armor unleashed its final brilliance, attempting to break through this domain of death.

However, the closer one gets to Lu Jun, the more the power of the domain increases exponentially.

"Click, click!"

The two titled Douluo at the forefront were the first to succumb to the strain of their three-word battle armor, letting out groans of unbearable pressure as a thick layer of ice covered their surfaces, instantly slowing their movements tenfold.

Immediately afterwards, their blood, soul power, and even their souls were frozen solid.

Maintaining their charging posture, they transformed into two lifelike ice sculptures, then shattered with a bang under an invisible force, turning into a sky full of ice crystal dust.

The third, fourth...

Like dominoes being toppled, one after another, the titled Douluo were swallowed up by absolute zero on their way to the top, turning into ice sculptures, and then shattering.

Their desperate roars were frozen in their throats, and their resentful gazes were frozen on their faces.

The process of facing death was tragic and desolate, which only served to highlight Lu Jun's irresistible and absolute power, much like the will of Heaven.

In the end, only three of the strongest Title Douluos, who had reached the peak of level 94, managed to barely get within a hundred meters of Lu Jun by burning their source energy and using the ultimate defense of their battle armor.

Their faces were contorted with rage as they poured all their strength into their final, desperate strike.

Lu Jun looked at the three last moths, his eyes devoid of sorrow or joy.

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, and suddenly, thousands of sword cries resounded in the void behind him.

"call out--!"

It was as if countless invisible divine swords pierced through the barrier of space.

Thousands upon thousands of ice swords, formed entirely from the finest ice crystals, as thin as cicada wings yet incomparably sharp, appeared out of thin air and instantly filled the entire sky behind Lu Jun.

The sword tips all pointed at the three titled Douluo charging towards them, their chilling sword intent almost tangible, cutting fine black cracks into the space itself.

Wan Jian returns to his clan!

At this moment, the sky seemed to be soaked in endless sword light, exuding an aura of annihilation that could pierce through everything and was unstoppable.

The three titled Douluo's pupils shrank sharply, and they gasped as a shadow of death instantly enveloped them.

In the next instant, everyone felt their vision filled with an extremely dazzling ice-blue light, and they had no choice but to subconsciously close their eyes.

When they opened their eyes again, they saw that the thousands of ice swords had transformed into a destructive torrent, soaring into the sky. After circling above Lu Jun's head once, it seemed to come alive, changed direction, and locked onto its target.

"puff--!"

The dull thud of a sharp blade piercing flesh sounded like a rapid drumbeat.

The three Title Douluos who rushed forward were riddled with holes as if pierced by countless invisible scissors.

As soon as the jets of blood spurted from their wounds, they were frozen into red icicles by the extreme cold, which clung to their bodies.

Their eyes dimmed instantly, filled with extreme fear and confusion. Before they could even understand what had happened, their figures stiffened, and they plummeted straight down from the sky, crashing heavily onto the ice, scattering ice shards, and then vanished without a trace.

Twenty titled Douluos were completely wiped out!

They all perished tragically under Lu Jun's breathtakingly beautiful "Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin" technique. (End of Chapter)