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

Just as Yun Ming burned away everything that remained, transforming it into a resolute crimson spear light, and fiercely charged towards Xu Tiandi, Halosa, and Di Tian, ​​the three peak powerhouses, to begin their final battle destined for certain demise.

Mutations reborn!

A divine aura, far more vast, ancient, and majestic than Yun Ming's, erupted unexpectedly from the core of Seagod Island, deep within the withered golden tree.

This aura soared into the sky, as if a slumbering ancient giant had suddenly awakened. Its immense pressure even caused the four peak experts who were engaged in fierce combat to pause in their movements.

Emperor Xu was the first to be affected. He felt this familiar aura that made his heart tremble, and his expression suddenly changed drastically!

"It's him!!"

Several years ago, when he tried to forcibly absorb the energy of the Golden Ancient Tree to perfect his divine position, it was this mysterious and powerful artifact spirit that suddenly appeared and repelled him with unparalleled power, causing him to fail at the last moment.

That was the closest he ever came to achieving full godhood, and it was also a deep-seated thorn in his heart!
Now, the three of them are already finding it difficult to deal with Yun Ming, who is fighting desperately and whose divine position is on the verge of collapse. If they were to add this mysterious deity whose strength is clearly superior to Yun Ming's at his peak...

Xu Tiandi acted decisively, and his ancient cane suddenly erupted with monstrous purple lightning, transforming into a ferocious world-destroying thunder dragon. It forcibly forced Yun Ming, who was charging forward fearlessly, back several steps, giving himself a moment to catch his breath. He looked towards the direction of the golden ancient tree with a look of surprise and uncertainty.

The situation instantly became incredibly complicated.

……

Thousands of miles away, Lu Jun, who had been observing the situation quietly, smiled knowingly.

"As expected... I couldn't resist coming out after all."

He muttered to himself, then turned around to look at the three women standing guard behind him.

"Next, it's my turn to enter. Your task remains the same: keep a close watch on your surroundings, especially on spatial fluctuations, and absolutely do not allow the Haotian Sect to interfere in this final battle."

Gu Yuena, with her deep purple eyes, nodded, her silver hair dancing lightly in the wind.

"Be careful, don't let anything happen. This is no simple matter."

The Ice Emperor and the Snow Emperor nodded simultaneously, their auras of extreme ice faintly visible, locking down the entire surrounding space.

Lu Jun smiled slightly and said no more. His figure flickered, as if merging into a gentle breeze, and in the next instant, he had disappeared from the spot.

……

In the center of the battlefield, in mid-air near the ancient golden tree.

Seven-colored light cascaded down like a waterfall, coalescing into a towering and majestic figure. His resolute face was filled with barely suppressed rage, his thick eyebrows stood on end, and his entire body was enveloped in a dazzling seven-colored halo. In his hand, he held a massive seven-colored hammer that seemed capable of supporting the heavens and the earth.

Simply by standing there, the pressure he exuded distorted space, and his power level far surpassed that of Yun Ming at this moment, reaching the level of a true second-level god.

It was Tang San's father, Haotian Douluo, Tang Hao!

Shrek Academy is facing a life-or-death crisis. Yun Ming is their last bulwark. If he falls, Shrek Academy's millennia-old legacy will be completely severed!
He can no longer stand idly by!

However, just as Tang Hao moved, preparing to intervene in the core battlefield with overwhelming force,

A figure in white appeared silently in the void in front of him.

The newcomer was tall and handsome, with a faint, mocking smile playing on his lips, and held a long sword carved entirely of ice blue in his hand.

Ice Abyss Sword.

"Excuse me."

Lu Jun's voice was somewhat nonchalant, yet it clearly reached Tang Hao's ears.

"This road is blocked." Tang Haotong's eyes narrowed abruptly, his anger instantly ignited.

How dare a mere Contra Douluo-level kid stand in his way?

Who gave him the audacity?!

"You think you can stop me?!"

Tang Hao's voice was like rolling thunder, carrying unparalleled domineering power and killing intent. The seven-colored Haotian Hammer in his hand suddenly burst out with even more dazzling light, and the surrounding space groaned under the hammer's power.

"Yeah, me."

Lu Jun's smile remained unchanged. Instead of retreating due to the opponent's terrifying aura, he calmly took a step forward, facing the overwhelming pressure.

This almost provocative act completely ignited Tang Hao, who was like a powder keg ready to explode at any moment.

"court death!"

Tang Hao roared, refusing to waste any more words. His seven-colored divine power surged, and he raised his massive Haotian Hammer high, ready to smash the ignorant ant in front of him, along with this space, in the simplest and most brutal way.

However, just as he had unleashed his old power but not yet generated new power, Lu Jun made a move.

Instead of confronting him head-on, he formed a strange hand seal in front of his chest, and a fleeting glimpse of icy blue and rainbow light flashed in the depths of his eyes.

He murmured softly, as if awakening some power dormant deep within his blood and memories:
"Emotions that move heaven and earth."

The next moment, a strange sight occurred.

Two distinct yet complementary powerful auras rose from Lu Jun's body.

One aura was fiery and tender, like the deepest love in the world; the other was cold and resolute, like eternal frost. These two auras rapidly condensed and materialized in the air, transforming into two phantom energy swords, each a hundred meters tall.

One sword is entwined with countless threads of affection; the other sword is filled with the chilling intent of ruthlessness!

These are the illusory images of the true spirits of the Amorous Douluo and the Ruthless Douluo.

Although it was only simulated and copied by Lu Jun using special methods, it still carried the unique and powerful law charm of the original Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

Immediately afterwards, the two illusory images of giant swords, each a hundred meters long, suddenly disintegrated.

It did not dissipate, but rather transformed into countless dazzling fragments of light and shadow, containing all the myriad emotions of the world, including joy, anger, sorrow, love, hate, and passion.

These fragments seemed to possess a spirit, instantly rendering the entire sky bizarre and colorful, as if splashing all the emotions of the world onto the celestial canvas, forming a grand and eerie emotional panorama.

Then, the countless fragments of light and shadow, representing a myriad of emotions, seemed to be drawn inward by an invisible hand, suddenly collapsing and converging.

The illusory forms of the Ruthless Sword and the Sentimental Sword completely overlapped and merged in the air, ultimately transforming into an incomparably pure and brilliant silver pillar of light, seemingly condensed from the most primal emotional power, which shot into the sky.

The beam of light was not an attack, but rather it poured down with a roar after reaching its peak, changing its shape again.

It was no longer a straight beam of light, but transformed into layers upon layers of silver light, like the softest yet most resilient veil of light, or a net woven from countless threads of emotion, carrying a strange and powerful force that could seal all things, isolate heaven and earth, and freeze time and space, enveloping Tang Hao, whose figure was momentarily frozen due to this sudden change.

The silver light flowed swiftly, contracting and condensing rapidly, eventually transforming into a huge, airtight silver cocoon, completely sealing Tang Hao's imposing figure, along with the seven-colored Haotian Hammer in his hand that he had not yet fully swung.

On the surface of the cocoon of light, countless tiny silver runes, as small as tadpoles and representing various extreme emotions, flowed and flickered like living things, emitting a heart-palpitating fluctuation that firmly imprisoned all the energy and soul fluctuations within.

Emotions moved the heavens—the seal is complete! (End of Chapter)