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

The Tang Clan headquarters, this ancient fortress hidden deep beneath Shrek City, has now been completely transformed into a purgatory of ice, snow, and death.

Everywhere you look, there is a shocking pale white and scarlet.

Crystal-clear ice covered every inch of the ground, walls, and pillars, freezing the original Tang Clan-style secret passages, pavilions, and towers, reflecting a cold, eerie light.

Beneath the thick layer of ice, or directly exposed on the ice surface, lay corpses lying haphazardly in various poses.

Blood gushed from their wounds, but before it could flow far, it was frozen by the extreme cold, turning into winding, twisting red ice streams that eventually converged into nauseating patches of blood-red ice.

A heavy, pungent smell of blood, a mixture of rust and icy cold, permeated the air, almost solidifying into a tangible substance.

The once solemn and majestic Tang Clan headquarters is now filled with ghostly energy and resentment, like a projection of the deepest hell on earth.

The Ice Puppet Legion, this tireless and fearless creation of ice, has completely engulfed the outer areas of the Tang Sect like a white plague and is now advancing madly towards the core area.

Leading the charge was the tall, imposing demon lord Alba, with two horns on his head and an aura of tyranny.

It led a large number of equally ferocious and powerful demonic ice golems, like a war behemoth that could destroy everything in its path. With every swing of its claws and every charge, it could easily tear apart the hastily formed defenses of the Tang Sect Soul Masters.

Because of the core strength of the Tang Sect, those disciples at the Soul King to Soul Saint levels had already been almost completely wiped out in the previous encirclement and the battle where Lu Jun fought against thousands of troops single-handedly.

Those who remain at headquarters now, apart from a small number of low-level disciples responsible for basic operations, such as Great Soul Masters and Soul Venerables, are only Soul Douluos and Title Douluos with higher cultivation levels but relatively fewer numbers.

They put up a stubborn resistance with their individual strength and familiarity with the terrain, but their resistance seemed so pale and powerless in the face of the endless and individually strong ice golem army, and their lines were being constantly compressed and torn apart.

Behind the battlefield, in a relatively clean open area.

Lu Jun placed his hands together, gently resting them on the hilt of the Ice Abyss Sword standing in front of him. He gazed indifferently at the distant battle, like a calm chess player observing the changing tides on the chessboard.

The Ice Emperor and the Snow Emperor stood quietly on his left and right sides, their faces equally expressionless, like two loyal and powerful guardian deities.

Yuan Enzhen and his son Yuan Entian stood respectfully at the back.

They knew that in a battle of this level, unless the opponent deployed a Limit Douluo, it was not their turn to take action, let alone trouble the deity to do it personally.

Just then, Yuan Enzhentian's expression changed slightly. His powerful mental energy sensed a familiar yet terrifying aura rapidly approaching.

That was the aura of Yun Ming, and also the aura of many powerful figures from the Sea God Pavilion!

“My Lord God.” Yuan Enzhentian hurriedly stepped forward, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible tension, “Yun Ming has led the Sea God Pavilion’s experts here. This person’s strength is unfathomable. He is hailed as the number one person on the continent and has probably already touched the realm of true gods.”

"If he intervenes in this battle, the situation may change. Should we start a war with him now, or... should you personally suppress Yun Ming?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Jun didn't even look away from the battlefield, but simply responded calmly, his voice utterly undisturbed:
"Ignore him. Someone will stop him; we don't need to worry about it."

He paused, then asked:
"Have you found the entrance to the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire?"

Yuan Enzhen was taken aback, not expecting that the deity was concerned about this at the moment, and quickly replied:
"Based on intelligence and token detection, the approximate area has been located, just beneath the core forbidden area of ​​the Tang Sect. However..."

A hint of worry crossed his face.

"As far as we know, the Amorous Douluo Cao Dezhi has betrayed the Blood God Legion and returned to the Tang Sect. His Ruthless Sword is incomparably domineering, complementing Zang Xin's Amorous Sword. Once the two unleash their Martial Soul Fusion Technique, its power will be enough to slay a god." "Your Majesty, shouldn't we concentrate our forces and defeat them one by one, lest..."

Lu Jun gently shook her head, interrupting him, a faint smile even appearing at the corner of her lips:

"No, there's no need to target them specifically. On the contrary, I want to bring them together and force them to use that Martial Soul Fusion Technique."

Yuan Enzhen and his son were both stunned upon hearing this, exchanging bewildered glances, not understanding why the deity would take such a risky move.

But seeing Lu Jun's confident expression, they immediately realized they had overthought things, and their faces flushed slightly.

Yuan Enzhen respectfully said:
"We were overthinking it. The deity is all-knowing and must have a foolproof plan. We will now lead you to the entrance of the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire."

"Okay, lead the way." Lu Jun nodded slightly.

Just as Yuan Enzhen and his son turned around, preparing to lead Lu Jun deep into the core area of ​​the Tang Clan.

At the entrance to the Tang Sect headquarters, which had been ravaged by the ice puppets, flashes of light appeared. Led by Yun Ming, Ya Li, Zhuo Shi, and other elders of the Sea God Pavilion, they descended with overwhelming rage and killing intent.

However, as soon as they stepped into this icy inferno, their steps came to an abrupt halt.

All eyes were drawn to a hunched yet familiar figure that quietly appeared inside the entrance.

It was an old woman.

She wore the simplest coarse linen clothes, her gray hair was casually tied up with a withered wooden hairpin, her body was hunched over, and her face was covered with deep wrinkles, making her look no different from an ordinary old woman in the countryside.

Yet this old woman exuded a terrifying aura that was completely different from her appearance.

Pure and icy ice elements flowed and swirled across her body like living things, causing the air around her to distort and freeze.

She stood there, like a meteorite frozen for millennia, poised to unleash destructive power at any moment.

"Yue... Sister Yue?!" Yun Ming exclaimed in disbelief, his face filled with unbelievable joy. "You're alive! That's wonderful! We..."

His words stopped abruptly.

Because Long Yeyue slowly raised her head, her eyes, which should have been full of majesty, were now a hollow, lifeless, icy blue, devoid of any emotion or focus, filled only with pure, cold killing intent.

She raised a withered hand and made a clear gesture of obstruction towards Yun Ming and the others.

"Sister Yue? What's wrong? It's us, Yunming!"

Yun Ming's heart trembled violently. He tried to step forward, his voice filled with urgency and confusion.

His response was a sudden, unexpected palm strike from Long Yeyue.

A palm print, condensed to its fullest extent and imbued with icy elements, tore through the air, carrying a chilling aura that could freeze the soul, and struck directly at Yun Ming's face. (End of Chapter)