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

Upon hearing Lu Jun's explanation, Yuan Enzhentian and Yuan Entiandang were initially taken aback, but then they suddenly understood and nodded emphatically in agreement.

Although they still did not fully understand the deeper plans of the deity, the core objective was clear: to force out Cao Dezhi and Zang Xin's legendary Martial Soul Fusion Technique!

"I see. Your Majesty's wisdom and foresight are truly admirable," Yuan Enzhentian said with heartfelt admiration, his last trace of doubt vanishing.

Now that they knew their target, the group said no more. They simply held their breath and focused their attention, silently sensing the increasingly powerful and terrifying aura that was approaching from the other end of the spatial passage, like a primordial beast. It was the Sky-Supporting Douluo Yun Ming rushing over at full speed.

In any case, as long as the deity closes the passage the instant before Yun Ming arrives, no matter how powerful he is, he can only cry out in vain.

The current crisis poses no threat to them whatsoever.

This feeling of having the number one person on the mainland completely under their thumb filled Yuan Enzhen and his son with a strange excitement amidst their tension.

……

Meanwhile, on the main battlefield...

The battle has reached a fever pitch.

Cao Dezhi's face was contorted with rage as he pushed his peak-level soul power to its limit. The ruthless sword in his hand transformed into streaks of gray lightning that tore through the void, and his attacks poured down on Lu Jun like a relentless storm.

The sword intent was chilling, ruthless and heartless; each strike contained the terrifying power to shatter mountains and break peaks.

However, faced with this relentless attack that would have thrown even a powerhouse of the same level into disarray, Lu Jun remained remarkably composed. The Ice Abyss Sword in his hand seemed to possess a life of its own, its movements devoid of any trace of malice, its flashes of light reaching an extreme speed.

Often, as soon as Cao Dezhi drew his sword, Lu Jun's wrist would tremble slightly, and dozens or even hundreds of icy blue sword shadows would arrive first, striking the weakest point in the flow of the Ruthless Sword's power with unparalleled precision.

“Ding ding ding ding——!”

The dense, pattering sounds, like raindrops hitting banana leaves, blended into a long, continuous murmur.

Lu Jun seemed to be able to predict Cao Dezhi's every move. In just one second, he unleashed thousands of fine and sharp sword lights, as if weaving an invisible yet impenetrable sword net, easily dissolving and eliminating Cao Dezhi's seemingly fierce and invincible attacks one by one.

Even with the Amorous Douluo Zang Xin constantly using his spiritual skills to interfere and restrain Lu Jun's sword techniques in an attempt to find a weakness, he still couldn't turn the tide of the battle.

Lu Jun's mental strength was like a bottomless cold pool. Zang Xin's emotional attack, which was enough to make an ordinary Limit Douluo lose his composure, only made him frown slightly when it landed on him. His sword momentum remained completely undisrupted, and he still suppressed Cao Dezhi firmly.

"how so……"

Zang Xin's face was pale, the veins on his forehead were throbbing, and he felt so suffocated that he almost vomited blood.

Cao Dezhi's eyes were bloodshot, and his teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding.

These two, the dignified hall masters of the Tang Sect and renowned dual-limit Douluo for over a century, joined forces against an enemy, yet were suppressed by someone who merely displayed the cultivation of a Soul Saint!
This is simply a shame!
What they found even more unacceptable was that the other party hadn't even used their Martial Soul True Body, let alone the rumored Battle Armor.

On the other hand, their own four-word battle armor shone brightly to the extreme, their martial soul true form had already been activated, and they had even tried to use their battle armor domain. However, whether it was the ruthless domain or the affectionate domain, when applied to Lu Jun, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, unable to stir up the slightest ripple.

This all-encompassing sense of powerlessness nearly destroyed the fighting spirit they had built up over the past century.

At that moment, the terrifying aura belonging to Yun Ming in the distance, like the overwhelming might of heaven, became so clear that it seemed almost within reach. One could even vaguely sense the violent fluctuations coming from the forced tearing and compression of space.

"Yun Ming is almost here!"

Zang Xin's spirits lifted, and he shouted hoarsely.

Cao Dezhi sensed it too, and his offensive became even more ruthless.

It was under the stimulation of this powerful aura of reinforcements that Lu Jun's movements seemed to show a slight, almost imperceptible, sluggishness.

His swordplay was no longer purely about deflection; he occasionally displayed more forceful parries and even began to consciously move away from the spatial passage. His eyes frequently glanced in the direction from which the aura was coming from, and the unchanging calm on his face seemed to be replaced by a hint of urgency.

He's going to run!
The thought flashed through Cao Dezhi and Zang Xin's minds like lightning!

"He's trying to escape! Hold him off! We can't let him get away!"

Cao Dezhi roared, completely disregarding his own exhaustion. The ruthless sword technique changed again, attacking without defense like a madman. One after another, tragic gray sword energies crashed into Lu Jun like suicidal attacks, hoping to delay him even for a moment.

Zang Xin also went all out, disregarding the risk of mental backlash, and pushed his three soul skills—Past, Regret, and Sincerity—to their limits in turn. The invisible mental impact surged towards Lu Jun like waves, trying to disturb his mind and disrupt his retreat.

Lu Jun seemed to be caught off guard by this sudden, desperate fighting style. His sword-wielding and blocking movements appeared somewhat hasty, and the blue light emanating from the Ice Abyss Sword also dimmed slightly.

He tried several times to break free from the entanglement and escape using his exquisite footwork. His sharp sword light forced Cao Dezhi and Zang Xin back several steps, but every time he was about to speed up, Cao Dezhi would pounce on him again like a leech, risking death to hinder him. Zang Xin's mental interference was also ever-present.

"Go away!"

Lu Jun roared, and the Ice Abyss Sword suddenly unleashed a powerful sweeping attack. The icy blue sword energy spread out like a crescent moon, finally forcibly pushing back Cao Dezhi and Zang Xin, whose auras were already disordered and whose soul power was greatly depleted.

This time, the two staggered backward, their faces flushed, their chests heaving violently, and the light from their four-word battle armors dimmed considerably, clearly indicating that they were at their limit and their soul power was nearly exhausted.

Lu Jun glanced at them coldly, then without further hesitation, his figure blurred and transformed into a streak of light, speeding away into the distance right in front of them, his back view showing a hint of haste and dishevelment.

He was clearly terrified of Yun Ming.

"stop!"

Cao Dezhi and Zang Xin shouted hoarsely, wanting to give chase again, but their legs felt as heavy as lead, their soul power was empty, and even maintaining their Martial Soul True Body became extremely difficult. They could only watch helplessly as the white-clad figure rapidly disappeared into the distance. A deep-seated sense of powerlessness and despair instantly engulfed them.

Despite paying such a huge price, which may have even shaken the foundation, they still couldn't keep him...

Yunming is almost here!
Fall short!
"Could it be... that's really the only option?"

Cao Dezhi gazed in the direction Lu Jun had gone, his voice hoarse and dry, filled with endless resentment and an indescribable sense of loss, and let out a long sigh.

The voice was filled with the desolation of a hero's tragic end. (End of Chapter)