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

"Speaker, hold on! Don't let your soul power dwindle!"

With a low roar, Le Zheng'en channeled his powerful angelic soul energy, like warm sunlight, into Xu Tiandi's nearly dried-up meridians.

Yu Guanzhi and the others also surrounded him, their faces solemn. They each gathered their pure soul power to barely keep Xu Tiandi's life flame burning like a candle in the wind.

With the Federation's top medical soul guide team, Elder Kong quickly set up several advanced medical soul guides that emitted a soft green light.

Complex soul-guiding runes intertwined in the air, forming healing light arrays that enveloped Xu Tiandi's horribly mangled body.

Under the effect of the light array, the hideous wounds on his body began to wriggle, stop bleeding, and grow new granulation tissue at a speed visible to the naked eye. In particular, the horrific severed wounds on his legs were temporarily sealed by a layer of energy membrane, preventing excessive blood loss.

However, everyone knew that this was merely a matter of saving lives.

The annihilating spear intent that invaded the body, the nearly demigod position that shattered, the completely broken four-word battle armor and level ten soul tool, and the legs that were lost forever...

These traumas cannot be healed in a short time, and some may even be permanent.

Harosa and Ditian stood quietly to the side, watching the tense rescue operation unfold.

They were collaborators with Emperor Xu, not his subordinates, so it was inconvenient for them to interfere at the moment, and they were happy to be idle.

It was precisely because everyone's attention, including that of the military leaders and elite soldiers, was focused on Xu Tiandi that they temporarily forgot about, or rather, had no time to pay attention to, him.

On Poseidon Island, there are still the last survivors.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Ya Li suppressed her heart-wrenching grief, suppressing her hatred and despair. With the cultivation of a Super Douluo, she tried her best to conceal her own and her children's aura.

Leading the children who represent the last seeds of Shrek, they silently made their way to another, well-hidden escape route on Poseidon Island.

As long as we escape... as long as the Shrek bloodline remains... there is still hope!

Yunming, esteemed elders, your sacrifices will not be in vain!
Her movements were light and swift, she calculated each step in her mind, and avoided all possible gazes.

With the entrance to the secret passage, concealed by vines and illusion arrays, just within reach, a glimmer of hope ignited in my heart—

A figure in white, like a ghost that had been waiting for a long time, leaned quietly against a charred boulder beside the entrance to the secret passage. The ice-blue longsword in his hand pointed diagonally at the ground, radiating a chilling aura that could freeze one's soul.

If it's not Lu Jun, then who is it?

Yali's steps froze abruptly, her pupils instantly shrinking to the size of pinpoints, a wave of icy despair washing over her heart.

Lu Jun slowly raised his head, a faint, all-knowing smile on his face, his gaze calmly falling on Ya Li's face, which, even though it was stained with dust and tears, was still incredibly beautiful.

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Yali." His voice was gentle, but his tone was colder than an icy world. "Or rather... farewell."

The moment the words were spoken, Yali was not even given any chance to react, beg for mercy, or curse.

"Qiang!"

A streak of icy blue sword light, like a flash of lightning piercing the night sky, suddenly shone brightly.

That sword light was too fast, too sharp, and too deadly!
It was so fast that it surpassed the ability of sight to capture, so sharp that it seemed to sever cause and effect, and so ruthless that it showed no hesitation or pity whatsoever.

Yali felt a chill on her waist, and her vision began to spin.

She could even see the frozen expressions of terror on the faces of the children behind her, and the eerie sight of their upper and lower bodies slowly separating...

"Thump, thump, thump..." A series of heavy sounds rang out, dull and suffocating.

All the survivors, including Yali, were cut in half at the waist by this sword.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly staining the ground red, and a strong stench of blood filled the air.

Yali's upper body fell onto the cold ground. Her beautiful eyes widened, filled with disbelief, deep-seated hatred, and utter despair.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but only blood and foam kept gushing out.

Lu Jun watched this scene expressionlessly, then flicked his wrist slightly, whipping out a sharp sword flourish that scattered the few drops of blood on the blade.

But he did not leave.

He dared not be careless in the slightest towards a super Douluo with tenacious vitality, especially a peak healing-type being with the title of "Holy Spirit Douluo".

With a swift movement, he appeared beside Yali's mangled body.

"Chuck! Chuck! Chuck!"

Three more precise and ruthless sword lights appeared.

With a single sword stroke, she severed her beautiful head, extinguishing all hope of survival.

With a single sword strike, he pierced her heart, shattering her heart meridian and soul core.

With a single sword strike, he completely tore apart the vital parts of her remaining legs, eliminating any possibility of the martial spirit's origin reviving.

Having confirmed that Ya Li was definitely dead, her once stunning face now covered in blood and ashes, her pupils completely dilated, Lu Jun nodded slightly, as if he had completed a trivial cleaning task.

He sheathed his Ice Abyss Sword, not even glancing once more at the ravaged corpses scattered on the ground. He turned, his white robes fluttering, and gracefully disappeared into the shadows of the ruined buildings.

Shrek Academy, from top to bottom, from the elders to the students, from the Sky-Supporting Douluo to the Holy Spirit Douluo... was completely wiped out!

A legacy spanning millennia comes to an end today!
Lu Jun's next target was the silver cocoon that still stood in the distance, radiating sealing energy.

He arrived near Tang Hao, who was sealed by the power of emotion, found a relatively clean rock, and sat down cross-legged.

With the Ice Abyss Sword resting across his lap, he closed his eyes to meditate, his aura calm and still, like the most patient hunter, waiting for his prey to break free of its cage, or... exhaust its strength within the cage.

Ah Yin can be let go; a soul that has lost its home and is fleeing in panic is unlikely to amount to much in the short term.

But Tang Hao, this hot-tempered and incredibly powerful second-level god, must die!

We must not allow this to become a problem!
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On the other side, with the Federation's top-tier medical soul guidance technology working at full force, Xu Tiandi was finally forcibly pulled back from the brink of death.

He slowly woke up, and intense pain surged through his limbs and bones like a tidal wave, especially the empty feeling in his legs, which made him realize something instantly.

After Confucius finished reporting the details of his injuries to him with a somber expression.

His four-word battle armor was almost completely destroyed, requiring a long period of time and astronomical resources to repair; all the level-ten defensive soul tools he carried were shattered, resulting in heavy losses; most fatally, his legs below the knees were completely shredded by Yun Ming's spear intent, unable to regenerate, meaning he would spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair... (End of Chapter)