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

Faced with Tang San's somewhat exasperated roar due to the failure of his plan and the upheaval of his understanding, he was met with a barrage of angry shouts.

Lu Jun simply shook his head slightly, a playful smile curving his lips, as if watching an ignorant child making a fool of himself.

He chuckled softly, the sound particularly clear in the silent battlefield.

"Tang San, aren't you obsessed with sealing and covetous of my sword? Since you like it so much..."

He paused slightly, his eyes suddenly becoming sharp as ice.

"Then take it, if you can hold it securely."

With lightning speed, he connected with the essence of the Ice Abyss Sword in the darkness.

In the distance, the mysterious runes flowing on the surface of the golden sealing cocoon containing the Ice Abyss Sword, which Tang San was trying to forcibly refine, suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, fine, spiderweb-like cracks, shimmering with an intensely icy blue light, spread across the incredibly sturdy golden cocoon of light without warning.

"Crack...crack..."

The crisp cracking sound was subtle, yet it struck Tang San's heart like a heavy hammer.

He clearly felt that the seal he had set up using the combined authority of the God Realm's central authority and the secret techniques of the Tang Sect was being forcibly broken down from within by an even more domineering force.

That was not brute force destruction, but a higher level of erosion by laws, as if the very existence of the Ice Abyss Sword transcended the scope that the seal could comprehend.

"what?"

Tang San's expression changed drastically. He could feel his control over the seal rapidly slipping away, and the Ice Abyss Sword, like an ancient ice dragon awakening, was about to break free of its restraints.

Can't delay any longer.

This biggest variable must be eliminated before the Ice Abyss Sword escapes its confinement.

Sensing its master's intent, the Asura Demon Sword emitted a bloodthirsty hum.

Tang San flicked his wrist, and as the sword trembled, it produced a dazzling, blood-red sword flower, like a death lotus blooming in the void. The sword aura was chilling, reflecting his ferocious and cold face in shifting light.

"Lu Jun, even if you're not a spirit of an artifact, so what if you can still wield divine power?!"

Tang San's voice was hoarse as he tried to regain the upper hand in words and manner.

"Having lost the original form of the supreme artifact, you are nothing more than a mere second-level god. Today, I will show you that there is a world of difference between gods, like clouds and mud, and an insurmountable hierarchical order."

He attempted to redefine the hierarchy of this battle, placing himself in a higher position of authority.

Upon hearing this, Lu Jun merely responded with an extremely slight, faint laugh, the meaning of which was as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.

He nodded, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable certainty:
"The distinction between superior and inferior naturally exists. I am superior, you are inferior. This is beyond doubt."

"Insanity!"

Tang San was thoroughly enraged by this blatant contempt, and his last shred of reason was burned away.

"Then let's see who's the real deal, and use your life to prove your arrogance."

"boom--"

The moment the words fell, a vast, boundless sword intent, seemingly limitless, erupted from Tang San's center.

It was no longer the blood-soaked sea of ​​pure slaughter, but had transformed into a raging, surging ocean.

Sword intent is like the sea, encompassing all rivers and capable of devouring all things. Countless sharp, blood-red sword blades are skillfully integrated into this sea of ​​sword intent, like deadly undercurrents hidden beneath the waves, rising and falling with the tides, ready to unleash the most cunning and deadly strike from any angle at any moment.

Even more terrifying is that this sea of ​​sword intent also contains an invisible and intangible spiritual illusion attack that directly invades the soul.

Deep within Tang San's pupils, the light of his Purple Demon Eyes shone to its fullest extent. His incomparably powerful spiritual force, honed over ten thousand years, combined with the overwhelming killing intent accumulated in the Asura Domain, transformed into an invisible spiritual storm, like an invisible steel needle, fiercely piercing towards Lu Jun's sea of ​​consciousness.

This is his signature move, often delivering a fatal blow to the opponent's mental state while they are dealing with physical attacks.

Faced with this terrifying offensive that combined illusion and reality, and swept in from all sides, Lu Jun's cold and sharp smile remained unchanged.

In his eyes, which seemed to pierce through the ancient ice and dust, Tang San's all-out attack, whether it was the sea of ​​sword intent or the mental storm, was as childish and laughable as a child waving a wooden stick.

"Humph."

A soft hum, like the first gust of cold wind blowing from the far north, not loud, but carrying a chill that freezes the soul.

Lu Jun didn't even make any obvious defensive stance. The invisible frost aura around him condensed slightly and then spread out like mercury.

"Chi chi chi——"

The surging sea of ​​sword intent, upon contact with this icy aura, seemed to be plunged into a realm of absolute zero. Its forward momentum abruptly halted, and the raging, turbulent intent became sluggish and rigid as if frozen.

The sharp blade hidden within seemed to sink into an invisible quagmire, its speed suddenly decreasing.

When that formless and intangible spiritual storm touched the outer edge of Lu Jun's sea of ​​consciousness, it was as if it had crashed into an ancient and unyielding barrier of ice. Not only did it fail to penetrate even a little, but it was also fed back by the barrier with even purer and more ferocious icy thoughts, instantly disintegrating and vanishing into nothingness.

Tang San's expression changed drastically, and his pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.

His strongest mental attack couldn't even make the other party frown?
He even felt a chill emanating from his Purple Demon Eyes.

Not an opponent.

No match at all!

At that moment, he finally realized with absolute clarity the despairing gap between the two sides.

No wonder the other party went to such lengths to set up this spatial blockade; it wasn't to prevent him from escaping at all, but rather to... trap him like a turtle in a jar!
"retreat!"

The moment a thought arises, the body reacts before the mind can process it.

Without hesitation, Tang San unleashed divine power beneath his feet, his figure resembling a startled ghost, and was about to retreat rapidly to create distance and devise another plan.

He had even prepared for the worst, and if necessary, he would sacrifice some costs to forcibly break through the blockade.

However, would Lu Jun let him have his way?

"Trying to leave? Have you asked my sword yet?"

As the cold voice rang out, Lu Jun swung out the seemingly ordinary ice sword in his hand.

A chilling sword aura, spreading like a tidal wave, swept across the land.

The swordplay was ethereal and graceful, as if depicting a freehand painting of snow falling on a thousand mountains, or reciting a final poem of freezing everything.

Amidst the flashing sword light, what appeared to be a poetic and picturesque scene was actually a veiled killing intent. Endless frost spread with the sword's momentum, instantly blocking all possible escape routes for Tang San.

The sword tip pointed directly at the key points and fatal weaknesses in the circulation of his divine power.

call out!call out!call out!call out!
Sword shadows filled the sky, poetic and picturesque, yet deadly and poisonous. (End of Chapter)