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

Blinding sparks mixed with turbulent energy burst forth in all directions.

The Super Douluo felt an indescribable force pressing down on him like Mount Tai, his tiger's mouth instantly split open, blood gushing out, the ground beneath his feet cracking inch by inch, and his legs sinking deep into the ground.

A cold glint flashed in Long Chen's icy dragon eyes, and he intensified his efforts once more.

Bright light shone brightly on the dragon's claw, and holy flames burned fiercely, the power of purification frantically eroding the opponent's evil soul power.

The Super Douluo's expression changed drastically, and his eyes widened suddenly, becoming bloodshot.

He took a deep breath, almost squeezing out the last bit of potential from his body, and with a swing of his arm, sword energy erupted once again, attempting to deflect the enormous dragon claw.

The sky was filled with a ghastly green and a holy white light, which intertwined and collided, producing a series of loud "bang, bang, bang!" sounds.

However, an absolute gap in strength cannot be bridged by fighting desperately.

"puff--"

With a blinding flash of light, the Super Douluo finally couldn't hold on any longer. A mouthful of bright red blood spurted out like a blood arrow, his face instantly turned as pale as paper, his aura rapidly weakened, and his body suffered a severe injury.

He stared in horror at the majestic and holy Dragon King of Light in the sky, with only one thought in his mind:
This was absolutely the most terrifying dragon-type soul master he had ever encountered in his life; there was no way to avoid it!

Just as Long Chen was displaying his divine power, and the others were also wreaking havoc on their respective battlefields.

In that instant, a figure in the distant sky seemed to have timed it perfectly, roaring loudly. The voice was deliberately majestic, full of a carefully crafted masculine aura, as loud as a thunderclap:
"Kill--!"

Before the words had even faded, a figure moved with lightning speed, arriving in the center of the battlefield in an incredibly stylish manner, wielding two daggers and striking what he considered a dashing and unrestrained pose.

It was Xie Xie who had left and then returned.

Who would have thought that this same guy was just hiding in the shadows, launching all sorts of sneak attacks and assassinations, and then fleeing thousands of miles away after missing his target?

At this moment, however, they are putting on an act of being a righteous partner who has arrived in time to turn the tide.

The contrast between the two is so stark that it's hard not to take notice.

Moreover, Xie Xie was eager to prove his innocence and his own importance. His figure hovered in the air, not immediately joining the battle, but slowly turning his head to glance at Le Zhengyu, who was fighting the enemy. His voice, striving to maintain its dignity and composure, spoke loudly:
"I'm sorry, everyone, I encountered a little trouble on the way, and I'm late."

"........."

As Yue Zhengyu was wielding his sword to kill an enemy, he couldn't help but twitch his lips upon hearing this clumsy, pretentious line, barely suppressing the urge to roll his eyes.

In the end, I couldn't bear to expose my good friend's pretentious act on the spot.

In fact, from the first wave of thunderous attacks by everyone to Xie Xie's dramatic arrival at this moment, all of this happened in just a dozen breaths.

Some members of the Green Skull organization at the rear had not yet fully recovered from the initial attack, and many of their comrades at the forefront had already fallen into pools of blood, suffering heavy casualties.

Compared to Xie Xie, Le Zhengyu, and others playing around and efficiently killing enemies on the battlefield, Lu Jun never participated in these battles against the Title Douluo.

His mental energy was highly concentrated, locked onto the source of that faint yet soul-stirring divine aura. Lu Jun knew that it was the key to determining the success or failure of this surprise attack, and even influencing the entire continent's situation.

However, he didn't need to waste much time searching; the other party seemed to have already sensed the threat posed by his special existence.

Just as Lu Jun focused his senses, a figure as majestic as an ancient mountain, exuding a powerful aura that distorted the surrounding space and caused ripples, appeared without warning ten feet in front of him.

The newcomer was over two meters tall, with an incredibly robust physique. His muscles bulged out like granite, exuding an explosive sense of power.

His skin had a metallic bronze hue, gleaming with a cold, hard sheen in the dim light.

His eyes were wide open like copper bells, gleaming with sharp light as they opened and closed, exuding a ferocious aura like that of a giant beast that had emerged from the ancient, barbaric era.

It was none other than the Second Sect Master of the Haotian Sect, the Divine Official Titan!
They met face to face without exchanging any unnecessary words, not even a hint of energy accumulation.

Titan's massive, bell-like eyes flashed with ferocity, and with a low growl, it delivered a simple and direct punch straight at Lu Jun's chest.

This punch, seemingly simple and unadorned, without any dazzling light and shadow effects, caused the air to be compressed and burst by the extreme force, producing a series of sonic booms that were unable to withstand the pressure!
The simplest punch is the most obvious form of violence, without any fancy tricks.

Just one punch!
Tiny black cracks even appeared in the space in front of the fist.

It contains the pure power of a high-ranking official, enough to shatter mountains and dry up rivers.

Faced with a punch that could blast an ordinary Limit Douluo into dust, Lu Jun's pupils shrank slightly, but he showed no fear and instead let out a cold snort.

The Ice Abyss Sword in his hand emitted a pleasant hum, and the dark blue chill instantly surged, as if even the surrounding light would freeze.

Lu Jun did not choose to dodge. Instead, he flicked his wrist, and the terrifying soul power tempered in his body, mixed with the absolute zero of extreme ice, slashed forward without any fancy moves.

As the sword pointed, a deep blue sword beam, as thin as a hair yet seemingly capable of cleaving through space, met the devastating fist.

However, to Lu Jun's surprise, just before the fist force and the sword light were about to collide, Titan's charging body suddenly stopped, and his thick arm pulled back with a dexterity completely inconsistent with his size.

He then exerted force with his feet, and his massive body seemed weightless as he lightly leaped backward, instantly widening the distance between himself and Lu Jun, thus avoiding the sharp edge of the Ice Abyss Sword.

Titan narrowed his large, bell-like eyes, his gaze fixed on the Ice Abyss Sword in Lu Jun's hand, a weapon that exuded a chilling aura that even Titan himself felt a pang of fear upon seeing. A cold, sinister smile crept across his face.

"Relying on the power of the super artifact has certainly made you arrogant and conceited, Mr. Lu."

Lu Jun stood with his sword in hand, surrounded by a chilling aura, as if he were the master of ice and snow.

Upon hearing Titan's words, an undisguised sneer appeared on his face, and his clear voice reached the other person's ears:

"What? You, a high-ranking official, with a cultivation level far exceeding mine, are actually afraid of someone like me who is only a level 95 Title Douluo, and this sword in my hand?"

Lu Jun's sarcastic words, like cold needles, pierced Titan's proud heart.

Lies don't hurt, but the truth is the sharpest knife. (End of Chapter)