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

Lu Jun was slightly taken aback, then nodded in agreement:

"You're right. The situation was urgent, and it was indeed used once."

Harosa's complexion seemed even darker, like the bottom of a pot:

"Because of that time, do you know that although your release of your Martial Soul True Body lasted for a very short time, the resulting celestial phenomena and the ultra-low temperature domain that was enough to freeze everything have already caused considerable impact and hidden damage to the ecology and spatial stability of the entire Douluo Star."

"The entire Douluo Continent experienced subtle fluctuations as a result!"

He warned in a serious tone:
"Your martial spirit... Ice Abyss Sword, its power level is too high and its destructive power is too strong."

"After the seventh ring, every soul skill is related to the laws of heaven and earth. Using them lightly may damage the foundation of the plane."

"Therefore, Your Excellency, please heed my advice: avoid using soul skills of the seventh ring or higher if possible, and try to use them as little as possible."

"Douluo Star can't withstand your repeated torment."

Lu Jun: "…………"

He was speechless for a moment, a feeling of utter silence welling up inside him.

I've only ever used my seventh soul skill once!
But he also understood that what Harosa said was true.

After reaching the seventh ring, every soul skill of the Ice Abyss Sword was incredibly powerful, with a terrifying force that even he himself was terrified. Indeed, each of them possessed a world-destroying power.

This can be seen from the extraordinary phenomenon of ten thousand miles of ice that was triggered when the Martial Soul True Body was first released.

This is why he became increasingly cautious afterward and rarely used high-level soul skills.

"Alright, enough of this small talk."

Harosa said no more and turned his gaze back to the seemingly ordinary rock wall. The terrifying aura of a Limit Douluo around him began to rise slowly, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop a few degrees.

"Next, it will be my turn to go in and personally greet Zhang Geyang, this traitor who has forgotten his ancestors."

His voice was icy cold, filled with undisguised killing intent. The Spirit Pagoda was currently thriving, yet such a scoundrel had emerged from its deeply rooted Eastern Continent branch—a slap in the face to the entire Spirit Pagoda!
"Let's go in," Harosa ordered, and took the lead towards the rock wall.

The elite team from the Spirit Pagoda immediately followed, creating a tense atmosphere.

Lu Jun and Wu Siduo exchanged a glance and followed behind the group, walking beside Leng Yulai.

The titled Douluo who was leading the way shrank his neck and followed cautiously at the back, not daring to breathe loudly.

He had completed his task of leading the way, and what happened next had nothing to do with him, a surrendered soldier. He only hoped to save his life.

……

Meanwhile, inside a secret base hidden deep within the mountains.

A powerful, thick, and extremely cold aura permeated and surged through the spacious underground space like a living thing. The air seemed to be filled with invisible ice crystals, eerie and bone-chilling, making one's soul tremble involuntarily.

Several figures stood solemnly on an open space in the center of the base. They all exuded powerful soul power fluctuations and were clearly titled Douluo-level beings. They were the high-level combat force that the Green Skull Organization had gathered here.

As the dim lights within the base flickered and focused like a spotlight on a stage, a figure slowly emerged from one of the entrances.

Under the light, the figure of Zhang Geyang, the Demon Lord of the Nether Flame, was revealed.

He appeared to be middle-aged, with a very handsome face and meticulously combed hair. He wore a simple, antique-style black robe with gold trim. He was expressionless, his hands casually clasped behind his back, simply walking forward, yet he seemed to possess a powerful aura that drew all the light and attention around him, making him impossible to ignore.

Zhang Geyang, the Netherflame Douluo, is a true powerhouse standing at the pinnacle of the continent. He is not only the tower master of a branch tower of the Spirit Pagoda in the Eastern Continent, but also one of the deputy tower masters of the Spirit Pagoda headquarters, holding a position equal to that of Leng Yaozhu, the Heavenly Phoenix Douluo.

He served in the Eastern Continent for twenty-seven years, establishing deep roots and wielding considerable influence.

He is powerful and known for his stubborn and unyielding personality.

He enjoys extremely high prestige within the Spirit Pagoda and is recognized as one of the strongest figures in the contemporary Spirit Pagoda.

Even Qian Gu Dongfeng, the master of the Spirit Pagoda, treated him with great respect and addressed him as a brother.

However, at this moment, he is still the level 98 Super Douluo on the surface, but in reality, after joining the Goddess of Beauty and receiving her power, his true cultivation has already broken through the bottleneck and stepped into the peak realm that countless soul masters dream of, level 99 Quasi-God!

He is a true Limit Douluo!

Zhang Geyang walked to the center of the open space, stopped, and his cold gaze swept over the several Title Douluos present. He spoke in a deep voice, which echoed in the chilly underground space:
"The time has come. As the most loyal apostles of the noble Goddess of Beauty, we will surely fulfill our sacred duty."

He raised one hand, palm up, as if supporting something invisible, and his tone became fanatical and chilling:

"Now, let us use the supreme power bestowed upon us by the Goddess of Beauty, using our bloodline as a guide, to curse and kill Dai Tianling, and all the clansmen who have the filthy blood of the Dai family flowing through their veins!"

"Let them be sacrificed to the goddess of beauty in endless pain and despair!"

Upon hearing this, even these titled Douluo powerhouses, whose hands were stained with blood and whose hearts were ruthless, couldn't help but shudder for a moment, their hearts clenching as an indescribable fear rose within them.

They could only silently mourn for the Dai family, wondering what sins the Star Luo royal family had committed to offend that mysterious and terrifying goddess.

In their limited understanding, no one who offends the Goddess of Beauty ever has a good ending.

The entire base seemed to be completely enveloped and permeated by this cold and eerie atmosphere.

Within a hundred meters of Zhang Geyang, all the tiny mosses, fungi, and even the dust floating in the air that were trying to survive were quietly eroded by this invisible force, turning into the finest powder and disappearing.

Zhang Geyang's face appeared even colder and more ferocious in the dim light, and his originally deep eyes now contained a sharp red light like a sea of ​​blood.

He snorted coldly and stomped his foot hard on the ground.

A complex and eerie dark red array suddenly lit up around him, outlining countless twisted runes on the ground and beginning to slowly rotate.

This land seemed to be completely enveloped and permeated by an invisible and eerie force, exuding a chilling and deathly aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

"Prepare to set up the altar!"

Zhang Geyang spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice carrying an unquestionable tone of command.

Zhang Geyang suddenly spread his arms wide, and the terrifying soul power of the quasi-god level around him surged out like a burst dam, frantically pouring into the formation beneath his feet.

"Curse them to death!"

"As ordered!"

The surrounding Title Douluos responded in unison, not daring to be negligent in the slightest. They all activated their soul power, taking their positions according to specific directions, and channeling their power into the central formation to assist Zhang Geyang in completing this evil ritual. (End of Chapter)