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

"Don't think about it!"

Le Zhengyu responded with a long howl, knowing full well that he could not back down at this moment.

With a sudden tremor of its six pure white wings, a divine light shot into the sky, and the divine sword in its hand erupted with unprecedented brilliance, as if it were holding a miniature sun.

He leaped into the air, his sword flashing like a rainbow piercing the sun, resolutely heading towards the crimson tide, attempting to use the purest divine power of light to cleave a gap in this sea of ​​death.

Fragments of holy light rained down, colliding and annihilating with the crimson sword energy.

However, how could the Supreme God-King's wrathful strike be easily countered?

The countless holy sword lights, like snowflakes thrown into lava, only blocked the crimson tide for a moment before being swallowed and crushed by an even more powerful and violent torrent of sword shadows.

Tang San didn't even glance at Le Zhengyu. His first sword strike, the most lethal blow hidden among a thousand sword shadows, was actually aimed at—Xie Xie!
He could let Tang Wulin go and show him mercy.

But he was determined to kill this ant who had repeatedly spoken rudely and dared to chatter in his ear!
The humiliating words from before still stung his nerves like poisonous thorns; he could not vent his hatred until he completely destroyed this person!

"Wow, they really only pick on the weak, huh?!"

Xie Xie sensed the terrifying sword intent that locked onto him and was about to tear his soul apart. His hair stood on end, and he let out a strange cry, but his movements did not slow down at all.

His figure moved swiftly, and the two daggers in his hands transformed into two dark lightning bolts that tore through space, instantly unleashing dozens of extremely sharp and condensed energies, which precisely targeted the incoming main sword energy.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The dagger's energy struck the crimson sword energy, but it only stirred up a few insignificant ripples before being swallowed up instantly, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

The sword energy remained sharp and domineering, and its speed was even faster.

Xie Xie's expression changed drastically. He dared not be negligent in the slightest. He took several quick steps and retreated rapidly like a willow catkin in the wind, trying to create distance.

"Self-Soul Fusion Technique, Netherworld White Tiger!"

At this critical moment, Wu Siduo's sharp cry rang out like a thunderclap.

Her body was ablaze with a mix of ghostly and white light, the agility of the Netherworld Cat and the domineering power of the White Tiger perfectly blended together. In an instant, a Netherworld White Tiger, as large as a mountain and exuding a terrifying pressure at the level of a god-king, appeared out of thin air, standing between Xie Xie and the deadly sword energy with an indomitable spirit.

"boom--"

The condensed crimson sword energy slammed into the Netherworld White Tiger's solid body, unleashing a deafening roar.

The energy shockwave spread in a ring, further lowering the surrounding ground by several feet.

The massive body of the Netherworld White Tiger that Wu Siduo had transformed into trembled violently, its surface glowing intermittently, and it let out a muffled growl. But in the end, it managed to block this fatal blow thanks to the abnormal defensive power brought by its Martial Soul Fusion Skill. The massive tiger body only staggered slightly backward before regaining its footing.

"The Netherworld White Tiger?"

A genuine hint of surprise finally flashed across Tang San's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by an even more intense coldness.

"So they are the descendants of Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing... Very good, very good!"

"I won't kill you, but after I deal with these annoying flies, I'll break your limbs, grab you by the scruff of your neck, and throw you, this ungrateful descendant, before your ancestors, so they can watch you kowtow and beg for forgiveness!"

"This is the price you pay for daring to oppose me!" At the same time, a dazzling chain, woven like a galaxy, silently connected to the seven people; it was Xu Xiaoyan's Star Wheel Chain.

It subtly connected the auras of the seven people into one, sharing the terrifying pressure from Tang San's vast god-king aura, while Wu Siduo's Netherworld White Tiger stood at the forefront of the battle line like the strongest shield.

No one had any intention of engaging in a pointless verbal argument with Tang San.

Before Tang San could finish speaking, Yue Zhengyu's second attack had already begun.

He knew that the power of the divine attribute had a certain restraining effect on the power of the Asura God, and even if the effect was minimal, he had to continue to apply pressure.

Le Zhengyu's entire body was ablaze with holy light, as resolute as a martyr. He raised his holy sword once more, compressing all his divine power to a high degree, simplifying complexity, and unleashing a holy light slash that seemed capable of cutting through chaos.

On the other side, Yuan Enhui held the Dark Demon Sword, her eyes cold, and she directly used her eighth soul skill, Fallen Soul Requiem.

The Dark Demon Sword instantly transformed into a massive purplish-red crystal greatsword, its blade vibrating and emitting a disturbing hum.

She unleashed nine consecutive sword strikes, the nine purplish-black sword beams not attacking in a straight line, but covering a large area, weaving a web of deathly rhythms. Those touched by it would suffer violent soul tremors, or even complete annihilation.

After withstanding the attack, Wu Siduo's Netherworld White Tiger became even more ferocious, letting out a deafening roar. Its huge tiger claws, wrapped in Netherworld death energy and Geng metal evil energy, slammed down on Tang San's head like a collapsing mountain.

The three powerful beings who had obtained god-king level power launched a fierce and fearless attack from different angles at the same time.

"A mantis's arm is like a chariot, and he does not overestimate his own capabilities."

Tang San's face twisted, and he let out a disdainful snort. He didn't even make a blocking motion; instead, a sudden burst of blood-red light emanated from his body.

An even more intense and terrifying killing intent surged forth as if it were a tangible substance, instantly transforming the area around him into a real and illusory landscape of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Countless vengeful spirits wailed in the sea of ​​blood, and the chilling killing intent created a powerful dual impact of spirit and energy, actually pushing back the combined attack of the three.

Le Zhengyu's Holy Light Slash quickly dimmed in the sea of ​​blood, Yuan Enhui's Fallen Soul Requiem Sword Net shattered inch by inch as if it had hit a reef, and the Netherworld White Tiger's huge claws were also shaken off by an invisible, immense force, letting out an unwilling roar.

"You worthless scum who haven't even mastered a tenth of the power of a God-King, yet you dare to dream of standing against me?"

Tang San gripped the Asura Demon Sword, his face contorted with rage, his voice filled with condescending disdain.

"In the distant realm of gods, I have conquered all directions, defeating and suppressing countless god-king level beings!"

"And you, in their presence, are not even worthy to carry their shoes!"

"So what? We'll still fight!"

Long Chen's roar was like a dragon's cry echoing through the heavens.

A dazzling dragon power erupted from his body, and his form expanded in an instant, transforming into a thousand-meter-tall Holy Dragon King of Light, whose scales shimmered with holy radiance.

The enormous dragon body exuded boundless dragon might. It opened its huge mouth, and a pure dragon breath beam with a diameter of over a hundred meters, like a celestial river pouring down, roared and tore through space, heading straight for Tang San.

Almost at the same time, Xu Xiaoyan's Brilliant Starry Sky Domain descended once again.

Countless condensed starlight beams, as if receiving a command, descended from the sky, no longer attacking in a scattered manner, but like precisely guided arrows, almost all of them shooting towards Tang San alone. (End of this chapter)