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

Tang San's eyes widened, his pupils reflecting the flickering, deadly sword light on his opponent's fist, and his heart felt as if a thousand towering waves were crashing against it.

"Do not--"

"boom!"

A more shrill and shocking explosion replaced the horrified scream that Tang San couldn't fully utter.

Under the incredulous gazes of everyone, Lu Jun's fist, which transformed into a storm of sword blades, easily tore apart the thick Asura divine power condensed on Tang San's fist, as easily as a hot knife through butter.

Then, without any hindrance, he severed Tang San's left hand cleanly at the forearm, shattering it to pieces!

It turned into a sky full of blood mist and fragments of divine power.

Immediately afterwards, the undiminished momentum of the fist and sword struck Tang San's face, which was contorted with extreme horror.

"boom--"

As if struck head-on by a high-speed star, Tang San's head snapped back, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string, spraying out golden-red divine blood mixed with teeth. His body flew uncontrollably backward.

It traced a clumsy arc in the air before crashing heavily to the ground in the distance, kicking up clouds of dust.

Lu Jun, after unleashing a punch, gracefully withdrew and retreated, his white robes fluttering, spotless.

He slowly withdrew his fist, the icy blue sword light quietly receding, his fist still fair and slender, as if the terrifying blow that had severed the God King's arm and blasted away the God King's head had nothing to do with him.

On the other hand, Tang San, after crashing to the ground, barely managed to support his body with his remaining right hand. The crimson Asura power at the severed arm surged wildly, attempting to repair the injury, but the lingering ultimate sword intent greatly hindered the regeneration process.

His left cheek swelled up rapidly at a visible speed, leaving a clear fist mark that looked both comical and pitiful.

"puff--"

He suddenly spat out another mouthful of blood, his breath instantly weakening. His eyes, as he looked at Lu Jun, were filled with fear, resentment, and a trace of utter bewilderment from being completely stunned.

The whole place was in deathly silence.

You can hear the needle drop.

A clash of titans: Lu Jun, a second-level god, versus Tang San, the supreme god-king.

Result: Lu Jun wins decisively!
A crushing victory!

"hiss--"

After a long while, Yue Zhengyu finally gasped deeply, as if he had just regained his breath. He patted his chest forcefully, his voice filled with lingering fear and uncontrollable elation:
"I was so scared... My heart was pounding so hard it jumped out of my throat and onto the top of my head. I almost thought Brother Lu was going to get hurt!"

"Yes, yes."

Xie Xie immediately nodded vigorously in agreement, patted his chest, and sighed with relief, as if he had just escaped a disaster.

"Now I can finally relax. My heart was pounding so hard it almost jumped out of my chest."

"..."

Le Zhengyu's lips twitched violently, and after a long while, he finally managed to utter a low, strained sentence:
"...Your blood circulation path is quite unique and smooth."

Upon hearing this, Xie Xie not only didn't take it to heart, but instead grinned and chuckled as if it were perfectly natural, revealing a set of white teeth.

With Tang San injured by this attack, it was no different from the outcome of the battle being decided.

"Long live Brother Lu!"

Xu Xiaoyan couldn't help but jump up, waving her little fists, her face flushed with excitement, giggling and cheering loudly.

For a moment, the battlefield was filled with deafening cheers and laughter. Everyone's hearts were pounding with excitement, unable to contain themselves. Before this, even if they fought to the death, no one dared to truly imagine that they would be able to witness and participate in the defeat of this supreme god-king who had been pressing down on the entire Douluo Continent and even the God Realm.

The once-great Tang Clan had been destroyed by their own hands, and now, Tang San, the founder of the Tang Clan who proclaimed himself the master of all living beings, was finally facing his destined defeat at the hands of their leader, Lu Jun.

For them, this was undoubtedly a great and thorough release of the pent-up anger that had been building up for years, or even longer.

Everyone has every reason to cheer for Lu Jun and to pay homage to this historic moment.

Amid cheers, everyone's gaze turned once again to Tang San, who was struggling to get up but looked incredibly disheveled and miserable.

His eyes no longer held any reverence for the God-King, only an undisguised, chilling killing intent.

Next, only one last step remains.

Completely kill Tang San and end his rule and conspiracy.

From this moment forward, Douluo Continent will usher in a true rebirth. The so-called Tang Sect and Shrek Academy's hypocritical order will completely collapse and become dust of history.

The dawn of victory is already clearly visible.

"Cough cough..."

Tang San struggled to support his swaying body by using the Asura Demon Sword as a crutch.

He wiped away the golden-red divine blood that kept overflowing from the corner of his mouth. His originally handsome face looked ferocious and disheveled due to the swelling and bloodstains.

However, his deep-set eyes burned with an almost insane calmness, a strange light that seemed to reveal certain truths after being driven to the brink of despair.

"You guys... do have some skills."

His voice was hoarse, yet carried an unsettling calm.

"To be able to drive even a god-king like me to such a desperate situation..."

He slowly raised his head, his gaze like a cold, venomous snake, sweeping over Lu Jun, Gu Yuena, and the others behind him who, though all wounded, still had firm and sharp eyes.

"However, through this series of encounters, I have finally seen the fatal and irreparable flaws in all of you!"

Upon hearing this, everyone felt a chill run down their spines, and their eyes became even more wary.

In the midst of this tense atmosphere, Tang San suddenly let out a low, hoarse laugh, a laugh filled with a chilling, all-knowing smugness:
"That is—you have the power to suppress me, but you lack the ability to completely end my life!"

"In other words, as long as I'm determined to escape, I'll stop at nothing..."

"You...can't stop me at all!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Tang San's eyes turned completely blood red, devoid of any human emotion, leaving only the most primal instinct for killing and survival.

He suddenly straightened his broken body, and the blood-red divine power that had been somewhat weak around him suddenly erupted like a final burst of light, even more violent and reckless than before.

The dense, malevolent aura almost solidified, making him appear like a demon crawling out of a blood-soaked hell.

He's going to fight for his life!

Without the slightest hesitation, Tang San's Asura Demon Sword emitted a sharp hum, and its sword light shot up rapidly.

However, the incomparably sharp sword was not aimed at Lu Jun or anyone else. Instead, it changed direction, carrying all the divine power he could muster at that moment, and transformed into a blood-red rainbow that tore through the heavens and earth, fiercely slashing at the blockade barrier in the distance, which was composed of a spatial cage and an ice barrier.

His goal, from beginning to end, was simply to break free of this cage and escape. (End of Chapter)