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

The killings continue.

The supreme artifact inherited by the Dragon Clan, the Dragon Clan's magic sword forged from the horn of the Dragon God and which had already developed sentience and taken human form, also emitted a mournful and indignant clang after witnessing the tragic state of the Dragon God and many Dragon Kings. It disregarded everything and transformed into a terrifying blade of light, vowing to rush towards Lu Jun in an attempt to save its creator.

However, the only response it received was Lu Jun casually swinging his sword.

"Chong-"

A crisp cracking sound rang out as the dragon clan's magic sword, symbolizing the dragon clan's authority and power, was easily severed by the Ice Abyss Sword.

The sword spirit let out a mournful cry, its spiritual body mostly disintegrating. It was then stunned by a palm strike from Lu Jun and tossed into the distant depths of the starry sky like a useless piece of trash.

The gap in strength is so vast that it's despair-inducing.

These dragon kings and divine artifacts, which outsiders would consider enough to rule a star field, were as fragile as stray dogs on the roadside in front of Lu Jun when he exerted his full power.

Clan members, comrades-in-arms, and divine artifacts fell and were destroyed one after another before his eyes. The dragon blood and mournful cries that filled the starry sky were like the coldest, most piercing spring, which, on the contrary, allowed the dragon god, whose reason had been devoured by madness, to briefly regain a sliver of clarity.

He looked at Lu Jun, who held the Ice Abyss Sword, its tip still dripping with seven-colored dragon blood, his eyes filled with endless pain, confusion, and anger.
"Why...why?! Lord Lu! Why did you do this?! You slaughtered my people, you killed my comrades, is this the guarantee you promised?!"

"You have betrayed us! Taking advantage of the Dragon Clan's peril, you have committed this act of annihilation! You..."

The Dragon God's voice was hoarse, filled with a tearful question, as he gathered his last strength, ready to pounce and perish together with Lu Jun.

However, just as he was about to launch his final attack, Lu Jun suddenly moved his lips slightly and whispered a few words to him.

No one knew exactly what Lu Jun said. Even Gu Yuena, who was an observer of the memories, could only see Lu Jun's lips moving slightly.

But these few words froze the seemingly crazed Dragon God in place, as if he had been struck by a spell.

The madness and anger in his eyes receded like the tide, replaced by extreme shock, realization, and a deep, unspeakable bitterness and sorrow.

He muttered to himself, his voice barely audible, yet filled with a sense of fatalistic helplessness:

"Is it really only in this way, only by putting ourselves in a life-or-death situation and severing all past glories and karmic ties, that we can... that we can win that faint glimmer of hope for the dragon race?"

"Only in this way, through destruction and reconstruction, can we steal a sliver of the future under the watchful eye of the laws of the universe?"

Lu Jun raised the Ice Abyss Sword again, its tip pointing steadily at the Dragon God's heart. His voice remained calm, yet carried an undeniable tone:

"This is the path you chose, and it is also a scheme I had to set up with the help of the dragons."

"The purpose has always been the same: to help me, and also to help the possible new dragon race, break through the shackles of the laws of the universe."

"...So, you were also plotting this."

The Dragon God's face revealed a bitter smile that was more like a grimace, full of self-mockery.

"It's just that I was too arrogant and too impatient, and I didn't really understand your warning or heed your advice."

"So, what you said was true. The laws of the universe, without even using your full strength, just by slightly guiding the hidden dangers within me, I... I ended up in this situation, dragging my entire clan down with me..."

Lu Jun remained silent, offering no reply, but a subtle, complex emotion flickered in his icy blue eyes.

The Dragon God took a deep breath, as if he had unloaded an ancient burden, and his eyes became empty and serene:

"I don't have much time left."

"This broken body, this chaotic soul, kill me, Lord Lu."

"Fulfill your promise, and... end my suffering."

"No need for you to talk nonsense."

Lu Jun's voice was as cold as ice.

Without further hesitation, he once again performed the action that sent shivers down Gu Yuena's spine.

Just like the scene she saw when she first approached the Dragon God.

Lu Jun slowly raised his hand and casually pointed towards the broken, starless sky.

A gigantic, icy-blue sword, seemingly formed from the ancient chill of the entire universe, its blade stretching across the starry sea and connecting heaven and earth, reappeared out of thin air.

Unlike when it wounded the Dragon God before, this time, the Ice Abyss runes on the greatsword flowed to their extreme, emanating not just simple freezing, but an aura of ultimate annihilation, the end of all things, and the return of everything to eternity. The greatsword locked onto the Dragon God and fell silently.

Wherever the sword's edge passed, time seemed to stand still, space completely solidified, and then, as if unable to bear its existence, it crumbled into the most primitive void particles.

The remaining star fragments in the distance, which had not yet been completely annihilated, instantly lost their last brilliance under the aura of this ultimate sword strike, turning into an eternally silent backdrop to the universe.

In the instant that sword light, signifying the end, struck his body, the Dragon God's enormous form, along with his remnant soul filled with resentment, anger, sorrow, and eventual relief, vanished silently, like a pencil drawing erased by an eraser.

The supreme ruler of the universe, the supreme god-king—the Dragon God—has thus fallen completely!

And so the Golden Dragon King and the Silver Dragon King were born.

……

After unleashing this final sword strike, Lu Jun staggered slightly, as if he had exhausted a great deal of mental and physical strength.

Unable to maintain his levitation any longer, he plummeted from the sky, crashing heavily onto a ravaged and broken landscape.

"Cough...poof!"

He struggled to prop himself up with the Ice Abyss Sword, but suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood that exuded an icy aura.

His face was as pale as paper, and his breath was much weaker.

He raised his head, gazing at the Dragon Realm, now utterly devastated by his battle with the Dragon God. A flicker of anger and helplessness, so incongruous with his strength, almost like a tirade, flashed in his eyes. He muttered under his breath:

"Damn it... why did I have to transmigrate so early... why did I have to run into this kind of mess..."

"I thought it was just a normal time travel, a carefree trip to see the sights and the world... Who knew I'd encounter this Dragon God and confirm that this is the Douluo Universe, and it's millions of years ago!"

"Unfortunately... I learned about it too late, and my cultivation was also restricted by the laws of the universe, making it difficult to advance further..."

"Now, we've been tricked by it and dragged into the karma of the dragon race, forced to gamble everything on the future, which is unknown..."

"Why is it that when I see other protagonists transmigrating directly to the beginning of the Douluo Continent storyline, they live a life of luxury, chasing girls and leveling up... while I have to go through all this trouble?"

"I was transported millions of years too early... You might as well not have let me travel here at all... This is outrageous!"

He coughed up blood while complaining bitterly, a stark contrast to the peerless powerhouse who had just slain the Dragon God and looked down upon the starry sea.

Gu Yuena was also full of questions, not understanding what Lu Jun was saying at all.

What region's language is this?

I didn't understand.

In this memory, Lu Jun, leaning on the Ice Abyss Sword, walked step by step with difficulty toward the place where the Dragon God had finally vanished.

There, a dazzling nine-colored ball of light, containing the primordial laws and boundless fortune of the dragon race, floated quietly, awaiting its destiny.

Lu Jun reached out his hand, about to take it.

However, at this moment——

"Shh! Shh! Shh!"

From the distant starry sky behind, came a large amount of violent energy fluctuations and the sound of air being torn apart.

Lu Jun paused, then slowly turned around.

Led by the Asura God, a swarm of human deities and other foreign gods, who had survived earlier and had come from all over the realm, appeared on the edge of the battlefield, which had been reduced to scorched earth, like a locust swarm that blotted out the sky.

When the Asura God's gaze swept across the scene, he saw the dragon king's corpse scattered across the starry sky, the shattered realm, and Lu Junshi, holding the Ice Abyss Sword, standing at the place where the dragon god had fallen.

He was stunned at first, then his eyes instantly flashed with uncontrollable ecstasy and sinister intent.

opportunity!

What a huge opportunity!
He immediately pointed at Lu Jun, his voice like thunder, carrying divine power and spreading in all directions, filled with righteous anger:
"It was him, it was Lu Jun, that traitor to humanity! He took advantage of His Majesty the Dragon God's attack on the divine star and his exhaustion and loss of control to launch a sneak attack, slaughtering the Dragon King and cruelly murdering His Majesty the Dragon God!"

"This fiend is utterly wicked and an enemy of our divine realm! All of you, follow me and seize this place to avenge His Majesty the Dragon God and the fallen Dragon Kings!!!" (End of Chapter)