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

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp, icy glint flashed in Zang Xin's eyes.

A vast and boundless aura, like a torrent bursting its banks, surged forth from his body clad in four-character battle armor, stirring up the surrounding天地元气 (heaven and earth energy), its power overwhelming.

The amorous sword in his hand emitted a clear, melodious hum, and the mysterious patterns flowing around the blade shone brightly.

"call out--!"

The hundred-foot-long silver giant sword that hovered above his head suddenly pierced through the air at his thought.

The speed was so fast that it seemed to transcend the boundaries of light and shadow. The mere afterimage created by the movement of the sword painted a cold and dazzling silver band of light across the dark forest. The sharp sword light tore through the air and emitted a piercing shriek.

It was as if space itself had been sliced ​​open by this silver light; one moment it was above Zang Xin's head, and the next instant, the icy, piercing sword tip was already touching Lu Jun's brow.

The incomparably sharp sword intent struck first, silently severing a few strands of hair on Lu Jun's forehead.

This sword strike abandoned all frills, elevating speed and penetrating power to the pinnacle that Zang Xin could achieve.

Wherever the sword's light passed, a long, lingering silver band of light remained in the air, and a chilling aura spread, as if it could freeze one's soul.

However, facing this deadly attack that would make even ordinary Limit Douluo pale in comparison, Lu Jun's expression remained calm and composed.

He didn't even use the Ice Abyss Sword in his hand. Just as the tip of the sword was about to touch his brow, he casually raised his other free hand and flicked it forward seemingly lightly.

It's like shooing away an annoying mosquito.

"Clap-"

A crisp, teeth-grinding cracking sound rang out.

The silver lightning bolt, imbued with Zang Xin's immense soul power and sword intent, shattered inch by inch from the tip of the sword the moment it touched Lu Jun's fingers, like glass struck by a heavy blow.

The cracks instantly spread across the entire blade, and then with a loud bang, it exploded completely, turning into countless tiny silver specks that vanished without a trace.

It was as if that wasn't a powerful attack from a Limit Douluo capable of cleaving mountains, but merely a fragile illusion that would crumble at the slightest touch.

quick?
Before Lu Jun, who had already transcended the mortal path of swordsmanship and touched the very essence of the sword, Zang Xin's proud speed, every trajectory, and every subtle change in sword intent was as clear as the lines on the palm of one's hand.

As for dodging?

There's no need to hide at all.

It doesn't even require any effort; you can break it with ease.

"what?!"

Zang Xintong's eyes suddenly contracted. Although he had already anticipated that this sword strike might not be effective, the fact that his opponent had so easily crushed him with just his bare body still shocked him.

Seeing his well-prepared attack easily countered, Zang Xin's eyes grew increasingly cold. He snorted and realized that ordinary methods were simply ineffective against his opponent.

The crystal-clear, amorous sword in his hand quietly drew a graceful arc, and a misty pink light rose from its blade.

"Love has always left only regrets."

Zang Xin's deep voice rang out, carrying a strange magnetism.

In an instant, a hazy, misty field, resembling a peach-colored drizzle, rapidly expanded from him, instantly enveloping Lu Jun. This field was not known for its fierce and domineering nature, but rather for its lingering, poignant, and melancholic atmosphere.

The air seemed to have turned into thick honey, or like countless threads of emotion entwined within it. Being in it made all movements sluggish and heavy, and the circulation of soul power was also sluggish, as if one was trapped in a quagmire of emotions, unable to extricate oneself.

This is the ultimate skill of the amorous Douluo Zang Xin, which has made him famous throughout the continent: the Battle Armor Domain. Since ancient times, amorous love has only brought regret!
An extremely rare and troublesome large-scale auxiliary control field, it is known as one of the most troublesome fields for high-level battle armor masters. Like a bone-deep ailment, once you are infected by it, it is extremely difficult to get rid of.

What's even more unsettling is that as he released his domain, Zang Xin's body became transparent, his eyes moist. He stared at Lu Jun, his gaze revealing a kind of resentment and sorrow as if he were looking at a faithless lover, as if a thousand words and endless sorrow were contained within it, directly trying to invade his opponent's mind.

Upon seeing this, Lu Jun, who had remained calm and composed, finally couldn't help but twitch his lips, and felt a wave of nausea wash over him.

"Damn it, I can't take it anymore."

Lu Jun cursed inwardly.

"This Zang Xin is a complete and utter gay bastard, his eyes are fucking disgusting."

He could no longer maintain that bystander's attitude. He had only wanted to see what other tricks the other party had up their sleeve and to force them to use their Martial Soul Fusion Technique, but now he was chilled to the bone by that "philosophical" gaze.

"break!"

A cold shout, like a thunderclap in the dead of winter, instantly shattered the tender and affectionate atmosphere of the space.

Lu Jun didn't even use any fancy sword techniques; he simply swung the Ice Abyss Sword forward casually.

A cold, moonlit, and solid ice-blue sword aura appeared out of thin air.

This sword aura was not grand, but it carried a chilling intent that cut through all illusions and cleansed all filth! It silently cut into that pink, amorous realm.

It was like a red-hot blade cutting into solidified grease, or like the rising sun melting the morning mist.

That thick, lingering, suffocatingly passionate domain, which had always been filled with regret, couldn't even withstand the seemingly simple icy blue sword energy for a moment. It let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain and was then forcibly torn apart from the center.

The core laws of the domain were directly severed by this sword strike, which contained the supreme essence of swordsmanship.

The pink mist surged wildly, trying to mend the situation, but it crumbled inch by inch like a shattered mirror, finally collapsing completely with a bang and disappearing without a trace.

"puff--"

The domain was forcibly broken, and Zang Xin, whose life was intertwined with it, was struck as if by lightning. His face turned ashen, and he vomited a mouthful of hot blood uncontrollably. His aura suddenly deflated like a punctured balloon, and his body swayed precariously.

The brilliance of that magnificent four-character battle armor dimmed slightly.

"Zang Xin!"

Cao Dezhi's expression changed drastically. He had been on high alert the whole time, but now that he saw his close friend (?) injured, he could no longer stand idly by. He flashed to Zang Xin's side, grabbed him, and held the ruthless sword in front of him, his cold killing intent locking onto Lu Jun as if it were a tangible thing.

Lu Jun didn't even glance at the weakened Zang Xin. Holding the Ice Abyss Sword, its tip pointed diagonally at the ground, his face was filled with undisguised disgust and contempt. His gaze was as if he were looking at something filthy, coldly fixed on the weakened Zang Xin, filled with mockery and murderous intent.
"Zang Xin, I originally thought you were just a sissy in terms of moves, but I never expected you to be a disgusting homosexual at heart."

"Is this how you, the Tang Clan Master, behave, looking at people with such a despicable and disgusting gaze? Today, I will act on behalf of Heaven and destroy you, you dead gay, so that you won't come out to disgust the world again."

Lu Jun was truly disgusted this time. (End of Chapter)