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

The one-minute time limit arrived precisely, and the vast, ocean-like pressure of a level-two divine might surrounding Lu Jun receded rapidly like a tide.

The asymmetrical ice crystal wings on his back turned into specks of blue light and dissipated. The ice crystal arm armor covering his arms and the mysterious divine patterns on his upper body also disappeared. The giant ice abyss sword that spanned the heavens and the earth shrank rapidly, returning to its original form and flying back into his hand.

The Ice Abyss Divine Realm, which had enveloped all directions and frozen everything, also collapsed. The surrounding scenery distorted and changed, and everyone returned to the real space that was ravaged by the previous battle and now even more frozen.

Lu Jun gently exhaled a breath of cold air, feeling the energy within his body still abundant and not having been depleted too much, and nodded slightly.

We should save where we can; the cost of this outbreak is still within a manageable range.

In front of him, Tang Hao knelt on one knee on the broken ground, which was uneven and covered with scorch and ice crystals due to the impact of the force, looking extremely miserable.

His body was covered with crisscrossing sword wounds, the deepest of which almost split him in two. The flesh at the wound was torn and frozen by the extreme cold, turning it into a strange bluish-purple color.

Dark red blood kept seeping from the edges of the wound, which was not yet completely frozen, soaking his tattered robes and pooling into a thick pool of blood beneath him, leaving a long, shocking trail of blood.

Tang Hao's breathing was rapid and heavy, his chest heaving violently like a broken bellows. Each inhale was accompanied by blood foam, and each exhale seemed to exhaust all his strength as he waged a futile tug-of-war with death.

Although Lu Jun's sword strike, imbued with the law of annihilation, did not kill him on the spot, it had completely destroyed his life force and shattered the core of his divine body, leaving him only one step away from utter death.

Lu Jun's gaze was calm and unwavering, as if he were looking at a broken object that had nothing to do with him, and he quietly focused on Tang Hao's disheveled figure.

"Tsk." He made a soft, ambiguous tsk, shook his head, and spoke with a hint of detached musing.

"Look at you, the once invincible Haotian Douluo, now you've fallen to this state. It's truly... lamentable."

He paused, his tone deliberately slowing, carrying a cold, playful quality:

"How does it feel to be abandoned by the person you trust most and to face death alone... Not bad, is it? Your wife, A-Yin, is faster than anyone else."

"Ah Yin...she didn't abandon me!"

Tang Hao suddenly raised his head, his blood-stained face contorted with anger and a stubborn belief. He stared intently at Lu Jun, roaring his rebuttal with all his might.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly slapped his chest, forcing out a mouthful of blood essence containing residual divine power, which transformed into a blood arrow that shot straight at Lu Jun's face.

However, as soon as the blood arrow left Tang Hao's body and entered a certain range around Lu Jun, its speed suddenly dropped, as if it had sunk into an invisible quagmire.

Before it could even touch Lu Jun, the extremely cold aura had already spread out, instantly freezing that ball of hot blood, along with the faint divine power within it, into a cloud of dark red ice crystal fragments that fluttered down.

Hearing Tang Hao's stubborn explanation, Lu Jun even deliberately released a powerful mental force, which swept across every inch of space within a radius of several miles like invisible ripples, carefully investigating.

As a result, they gained nothing; apart from the remaining turbulent energy and deathly silence, there was no trace of Ah Yin.

"Deceiving yourself."

Lu Jun withdrew his mental energy, gave a nonchalant comment, and decided not to waste any more time.

With a flick of his wrist, the Ice Abyss Sword emitted a clear, resonant hum, its blade pointing directly at Tang Hao. He stepped forward, preparing to deliver the final blow to this tenacious opponent and end the battle once and for all.

However, just as Lu Jun walked up to Tang Hao, about to thrust his sword forward...

Another unexpected change occurred. Tang Hao, who was originally on the verge of death and seemed to have difficulty even standing, suddenly unleashed a terrifyingly fierce light in his eyes.

His right hand, covered in wounds and blood, suddenly shot out like an iron clamp with lightning speed, grabbing Lu Jun's right wrist, which was holding a sword.

"Ho...ho..."

Tang Hao gasped for breath like a broken bellows, but a smile mixed with pain and extreme ferocity appeared on his face, his eyes burning with a mad desire to perish together with others.

"Really... I don't know where you got the guts! You actually dared to... approach me without using the power of that divine artifact?"

"Today... I will make you, this arrogant and presumptuous spirit, pay a heavy price!"

Before he finished speaking, the seven-colored divine power around him, which had been dimmed, suddenly lit up as if in a final burst of light, and began to burn and compress wildly in an extremely unstable and violent manner.

He was actually planning to detonate all his remaining divine power and life essence at the last moment, dragging Lu Jun, who was right next to him, down to destruction together.

However, faced with this sudden and desperate counterattack, Lu Jun's face did not show the slightest panic, and even his eyes did not change.

He merely tilted his head slightly, looking at the seemingly crazed Tang Hao, and calmly asked in an almost pitying tone:

"When did you come to the misconception that my not using the power of divine artifacts is arrogant and disrespectful, and that I'm underestimating you?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Hao, who was frantically burning his divine power and preparing to self-destruct, couldn't help but pause.

In that instant of his daze...

Behind Lu Jun, in the void, a seven-colored giant hammer exuding immense power and a familiar aura, without warning, materialized and slowly rose.

The hammer's shape, its light, and even its domineering and unparalleled will to shake the heavens and earth were exactly the same as Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer.

"copy."

Lu Jun parted his lips slightly and calmly uttered two words.

These two words exploded in Tang Hao's mind like a thunderclap, making him realize the truth in an instant.

It turns out that the power of the strongest hammer blow he unleashed in anger when he broke free was not completely negated or dissipated by the domain. Instead, Lu Jun quietly "copied" and stored it in a way he couldn't understand, keeping it hidden until now, waiting for the perfect opportunity for him to come to him.

"asshole!!"

Tang Hao let out a desperate and furious roar, but his hand still gripped Lu Jun's wrist tightly, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

"This is a copy of my power! It's my Clear Sky Hammer! As long as I hold you and don't let you escape the range of this hammer, you'll have to obediently take this blow with me! Nobody can escape!"

However, before he could finish his harsh words, he felt an irresistible, cold, and immense force coming from his wrist.

Lu Jun's arm merely flicked and trembled seemingly casually, yet an extremely condensed, icy force instantly erupted, piercing through Tang Hao's palm like a high-voltage current. (End of Chapter)