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

Tang San thought so too.

The chilling aura and destructive power emanating from the sword's edge, refined to the extreme, made even this supreme god-king feel his heart pound with fear.

Especially when combined with the memory of being completely crushed in the previous two projections, a thought he didn't want to admit gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake:

Could it be that even if he personally goes to Douluo Continent at full power this time to face him, the outcome... will not change?

"Lu! Jun!"

Tang San squeezed out those two words through gritted teeth, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

But then, as if he had just thought of something, he suddenly let out a low and eerie laugh, filled with a kind of repressed madness and triumph.

"Hehe... Hahaha, Mr. Lu, as the saying goes, things shouldn't happen more than three times!"

Do you think I would be completely unprepared after suffering two losses?

"You really think I can't do anything to your sword?!"

Lu Jun stood with his sword in hand, his expression remaining calm and composed, and he did not reply.

Beside him stood Gu Yuena, holding the Silver Dragon Spear, her eyes gleaming with a cold light.

The proud Silver Dragon King raised her delicate chin, looking down at Tang San as if surveying a subject, her cold voice carrying an undeniable authority:
"God of Asura, it's time for you to end your days of spreading your will and fooling all living beings on the Douluo Continent by abusing your divine authority!"

"Now, if you willingly hand over the Asura Godhood, I might consider sparing your life!"

"Silver Dragon King." Tang San's cold gaze turned to Gu Yuena, filled with mockery and disdain. "You really think highly of yourself?"

"Don't forget, you are now just a pitiful first-level god. With your broken body as the Silver Dragon King, what can you possibly use to contend against me, the Supreme God King?"

"Hmph, a first-level god is more than enough to deal with you."

Gu Yuena roared, pointing her silver dragon spear, and the seven elemental laws began to stir and converge around her.

"Besides, I've long disliked the position of God of Asura, and now it just so happens that you, a hypocrite, have taken it. All I can say is that this is... just perfect!"

"Yes, just right!"

Tang San seemed to be completely ignited by these words, and suddenly let out a deafening shout.

At the same time, he suddenly raised his empty left hand, spread his five fingers, and in his palm, countless tiny golden runes, which exuded a mysterious and profound aura, had somehow condensed.

The moment these runes appeared, even the sealed space around them rippled.

Tang San roared, and his left hand seemed to traverse space, pressing forward with incredible speed, ignoring Lu Jun's blocking sword strike.

The countless golden runes seemed to come alive, transforming into a golden torrent that did not attack Lu Jun himself, but rather precisely and instantly covered the Ice Abyss Sword in Lu Jun's hand.

The Ice Abyss Sword emitted a mournful tremor, and its icy blue light dimmed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lu Jun raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly, seemingly somewhat surprised.

He sensed an incredibly powerful sealing force, specifically targeting the essence of the divine artifact, frantically eroding and severing his connection with the Ice Abyss Sword through those golden runes.

The power was so peculiar and domineering that he found it difficult to dispel it for a time.

Immediately afterwards, Tang San made a pulling motion with his left hand, and an invisible force was applied to the Ice Abyss Sword.

"Whoosh!"

The Ice Abyss Sword actually broke free from Lu Jun's control, transforming into a streak of light and flying backwards towards Tang San.

More golden sealing runes surged from Tang San's palm, instantly enveloping the flying Ice Abyss Sword layer by layer, forming a huge, constantly rotating golden cocoon of light.

Runes flowed across the surface of the cocoon, emanating a powerful sealing aura that completely isolated the inside from the outside. Lu Jun clearly sensed that the bloodline connection between himself and the Ice Abyss Sword, which was as close as an extension of his own arm, had been forcibly severed by a brute force.

“Haha, hahahahahahahahahaha!”

Seeing the Ice Abyss Sword, completely sealed by the golden cocoon of light and suspended in front of him, its light extinguished, Tang San finally couldn't help but burst into wild laughter, his laughter filled with the exhilaration and ferocity of his successful plan.

"It's a success! It's finally a success! Lu Jun, did you see that?"

"Your reliance, your ultimate artifact, has been completely sealed by a seal I created using the central authority of the God Realm combined with the secret techniques of the Tang Sect!"

He glanced smugly at Lu Jun, whose expression showed little reaction, and at Gu Yuena, who had failed to break the seal using spatial power, his face twisted with a smug, triumphant smile.
"It's no use, Silver Dragon King, don't waste your energy."

"This seal is connected to the core origin of the divine realm. Unless you can instantly unleash power surpassing that of the divine realm's core, it is impossible to break it!"

"Now that you've lost this sword, what do you have left, you who relied on the advantage of a divine artifact? What can you use to fight me?"

Tang San's gaze was like that of someone looking at a lamb to the slaughter, filled with cruel pleasure.

"Once I refine this powerful artifact and claim it for myself, all of you... will die today! Not one of you will escape!!"

Despite Tang San's maniacal laughter and threats, Lu Jun, who had lost the Ice Abyss Sword, did not show the panic or despair that Tang San had expected.

He didn't even look at the sealed Ice Abyss Sword; he simply calmly raised his right hand and clenched it in the air.

"Kachacha..."

The energy of ultimate ice gathered out of thin air and condensed rapidly, forming in the blink of an eye a crystal longsword in his hand that was completely translucent and radiated a cold light.

Although it lacked the power of the Ice Abyss Sword, it still exuded a chilling aura that made one's heart tremble.

With a flick of his wrist, the ice sword pointed diagonally at the ground, its tip aimed at Tang San. His calm voice clearly reached everyone's ears:

"Tang San, you seem to have misunderstood something."

"My strength comes from within myself, not from external things."

"Even if I lose that sword, I can still kill you as easily as slaughtering a dog."

"Wha...what?"

Tang San's maniacal laughter froze instantly, his smug expression shattering like a frozen plaster mask.

He involuntarily widened his eyes, staring intently at Lu Jun, whose breathing was steady and whose divine power flowed without any stagnation, as if he were witnessing the most incredible thing in the world.

"Wait...wait a minute, this isn't right."

"You...aren't you supposed to be the spirit of this divine weapon?"

Tang San's voice became shrill due to extreme shock and confusion.

"I completely sealed away the true form of the divine artifact, how could you, its spirit, remain unaffected?"

"How could you still use divine power? Why are you alright?"

"Why!"

Tang San, who had just been smug and thought he had the key to victory, was completely dumbfounded when he saw Lu Jun, who was perfectly fine and could even casually conjure an ice sword.

All his calculations, all his trump cards, all his pride, were shattered at this moment by Lu Jun's casual remark and unharmed state.

The immense disparity and incomprehensible reality caused the supreme god-king's mentality to completely spiral out of balance. (End of Chapter)