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

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Tang San's pupils reflected the dazzling yet cruel ice-blue fireworks.

He watched as his mother, Ah Yin's, body was torn apart and burst apart from the inside by endless cold and sharpness, turning into a blood mist that filled the sky, a mixture of flesh, ice crystals, and shattered Blue Silver Emperor.

Then came a soul-chilling cracking sound, followed by the soft rustling of ice shards falling to the ground.

But this faint sound was like a poisoned ice needle, piercing Tang San's eardrums and his soul.

He froze in mid-air, his mind blank. All his thoughts, calculations, anger, and resentment were replaced by an indescribable coldness and numbness.

numb.

From fingertips to hair ends, from heart to soul, utter numbness.

It was as if all the sounds and colors of the world had vanished in an instant, leaving only the ice-blood flower, painted with the life of a mother, blooming repeatedly before my eyes.

In that fatal moment when his mind was completely off guard.

"call out!"

A streak of icy blue sword light, like a venomous snake that had been lying in wait for a long time, seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and came hurtling through the air silently yet as fast as lightning.

The sword was aimed directly at Tang San's vulnerable back.

Lu Jun's figure and the sword light were almost one, man and sword as one, pushing speed and killing intent to the extreme.

However, just as the sword tip was about to touch Tang San's divine armor, an instinctive warning, cultivated from countless life-and-death battles, exploded behind Lu Jun like a needle prick.

He was jolted awake. Without thinking, his forward-rushing figure abruptly stopped in mid-air, then he soared upwards like a hawk in an incredible leap.

"Shh! Shh! Shh!"

Almost at the same moment he took to the air, several incredibly condensed, blood-red sword energies, imbued with a frenzied killing intent, appeared out of thin air and swept past the spot where he had just been standing, shattering that space into pieces.

Even though Tang San was mentally and physically traumatized and almost numb, his fighting instincts as a god-king still made him launch a near-reflexive counterattack at the last moment.

Lu Jun landed gracefully, standing thirty meters away from Tang. The golden-blue divine sword in his hand, which was transformed from the Ice Abyss Sword, was now bursting with unprecedented brilliance. The sword hummed, as if it were yearning to drink blood.

The killing intent emanating from him was like a tangible, icy tide, surging and locking onto the figure in front of him, panting heavily like a wounded wild beast.

"Today is your death day."

Lu Jun's voice was calm, yet carried the chilling coldness of a final judgment.

Tang San's figure swayed slightly. He slowly raised his head, his once handsome face completely distorted by extreme pain and resentment. His muscles twitched uncontrollably, making him look ferocious and terrifying.

His blood-red eyes were filled with crazed blood vessels, and his disheveled hair was stained with blood and ice shards. He looked like a mad demon crawling out of hell.

His gaze, like two bolts of lightning tempered with blood, was fixed on Lu Jun. The hatred in his eyes was enough to burn mountains and boil seas, and even the waters of the five lakes and four seas could not wash it away.

"Mr. Lu..."

The voice that came from his mouth was like sandpaper scraping, hoarse and chilling, each word seemingly carrying a bloody curse.

"I, Tang San, will remember the grudge of killing my mother today!"

He practically spat out those words through gritted teeth, his overwhelming hatred freezing the surrounding air.

"But don't think you can keep me here!"

Faced with Tang San's hysterical threat, Lu Jun not only did not get angry, but instead curled up a cruel, smug smile.

"Oh? The revenge for killing your mother?"

He spoke in a light tone, as if he were talking about the weather.

"Don't rush, I've always preferred to be in pairs."

Before he could finish speaking, a cold and familiar sense of oppression suddenly came from behind Tang San. Tang San turned his head sharply and saw a tall and burly figure wielding a huge Clear Sky Hammer, who had appeared behind him at some point. The giant hammer, carrying the power to shatter mountains and split the earth, was smashing down fiercely towards the back of his head.

It was Tang Hao, the ice puppet he had temporarily controlled with his divine power.

"Go away!"

Tang San was in a fit of rage and grief. Without thinking, he swung his hand back, and a condensed Asura killing intent, like a blood-red ribbon, instantly struck the ice puppet Tang Hao.

"Oh!"

Tang Hao's attack on the ice puppet was easily neutralized. The entire puppet was even shaken back several steps by the killing intent, and the ice crystals on its body shattered.

However, just as the puppet was repelled and its face clearly came into Tang San's view.

That face, identical to his father Tang Hao's in his memory, yet devoid of life, only cold and deathly still, pierced Tang San's already wounded heart.

“Father…Father?!”

Tang San's expression suddenly changed drastically, his pupils contracted violently again, and the numbness and pain that he had just temporarily suppressed due to anger surged up again like a tide, almost completely drowning his reason.

Just as his mind was struck again, a brief moment of disorientation occurred.

"attack!"

At Lu Jun's command, the crowd, who had been waiting in ambush, launched another fierce attack.

Countless powerful energy beams and physical attacks, like a torrent bursting its banks, bombarded Tang San relentlessly.

Tang San's face turned deathly pale. He knew he was already at his limit, and if he continued to fight, he would surely die.

"go!"

Only this one thought remained in my mind.

He forcefully suppressed his surging blood and excruciating pain, and with a sudden flap of his tattered divine wings, he unleashed a streak of bloody light and charged recklessly toward the gap in the barrier cleaved open by the Asura Blood Sword.

As long as the green hills remain, you won’t have to worry about running out of firewood!
If he can escape back to the realm of gods, with the power of the central authority of the realm of gods, there may be a way to resurrect his parents.

But if even he himself were to perish here, then all would be over.

The power of the divine realm itself will also be damaged, and it will inevitably be at a disadvantage in the upcoming battle for the God King.

"Father, run!"

Just then, Tang Wutong, who had been enduring her injuries, let out a shrill scream.

A hint of madness flashed in her beautiful eyes, and the power of the dual first-level divine positions of the Goddess of Beauty and the God of the Sea within her was ignited and erupted without reservation.

The dazzling blue light of the sea god intertwined with the dreamlike radiance of the goddess of beauty, transforming into an incomparably sturdy two-colored light curtain, like a shield that sacrificed itself to protect its master, fiercely blocking Tang San from the pursuing crowd.

She wanted to buy her father a final chance to escape.

"You can't go anywhere!"

Lu Jun's pent-up anger over more than a decade of relentless pursuit and targeting of the Tang Clan erupted like a volcano at this moment.

He roared to the sky with a deafening roar that shook the very air.

At the same time, the Ice Abyss Sword, which had been sealed by Tang San and was suspended in the air, seemed to sense its master's boundless rage and summons. The golden sealing runes on the sword body melted and shattered rapidly, like ice and snow under the sun.

"Zheng——"

A clear, resonant sword cry echoed through the heavens.

The Ice Abyss Sword transformed into a golden-blue streak of light, instantly breaking free from all restraints and flying back into Lu Jun's hand in a flash.

With the sword in hand, Lu Jun's aura surged once more. (End of Chapter)