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

Having regained control of the Ice Abyss Sword, Lu Jun was like a sleeping dragon that had finally opened its eyes and revealed its sharp claws.

Without the slightest hesitation, he gripped the hilt of the Ice Abyss Sword tightly with both hands, pouring all his second-level divine power and the laws of ultimate ice into it without reservation.

"Ninth Soul Skill, Fleeting Eternity!"

This fleeting eternity is completely different from the previous ones.

The Ice Abyss Sword's original power as a super artifact was fully unleashed.

With a single swing of the sword, Tang Wutong, who risked her life to block it, was the first to be hit!

Her dazzling light barrier, constructed from the power of two first-level gods, was as fragile as glass before this torrent of extreme cold. It couldn't even last a second before instantly losing all its color and energy fluctuations and being completely frozen.

Next up was Tang Wutong herself.

The expression on her face, her outstretched wings, her burning divine power...

Everything froze in an instant, transforming into a lifelike yet lifeless ice sculpture, eternally frozen in that moment when she tried to protect her father.

One move, instantly killing two level-one gods!
With the Ice Abyss Sword in hand, Lu Jun's strength has undergone a qualitative leap.

Even though he is only at the level of a second-level god, the terrifying combat power he has shown is enough to make any god-king tremble with fear.

And this is just the beginning.

The Eternal Moment, centered on Lu Jun, spread rapidly like mercury spilling onto the ground, instantly enveloping Tang San, who was fleeing.

Tang San felt a tightness all over his body, as if he had fallen into an endless, extremely viscous, ten-thousand-year-old ice.

The speed he gained by burning his divine source, the surging divine power he wielded, every struggling movement he made, even the thoughts that flowed through his mind... were all infinitely stretched and slowed down at this moment.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Time seemed to have lost its meaning; only the bone-chilling cold was eroding his body, freezing his soul, and dragging him into an eternal slumber.

Lu Jun's eyes were cold, and without the slightest hesitation, he held the Ice Abyss Sword and moved like lightning, thrusting straight towards Tang San's back, who was temporarily imprisoned.

With this sword, he intends to finally end this long-standing feud!
However, just as the sword tip was about to touch Tang San's body, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in Tang San's mind, which was almost frozen by the extreme cold.

He suddenly remembered the scene where his projections mysteriously disappeared after being defeated by Lu Jun the previous two times...

I recalled Lu Jun's bizarre ability to devour and transform the power of others...

A chilling thought exploded like a thunderclap!

He got it.

Lu Jun's insistence on ending his life personally was not merely about taking his life.

Rather, it is the supreme divine power inherent within him.

Once pierced by the strange Ice Abyss Sword in Lu Jun's hand, his divine king power, cultivated over ten thousand years, would likely become nourishment for the opponent to return to his peak.

"I would rather destroy it than give it to the enemy!"

An extreme madness replaced the previous fear and grief.

At the last moment, just before his body was completely frozen, Tang San made the only, and most extreme, choice he could make.

Self-destructing divine source!

Detonate everything about this descendant!
"You won't succeed!!!"

A roar filled with endless resentment and unwillingness was forced out of Tang San's icy mouth. "Boom—"

An indescribable, destructive energy surge suddenly erupted from Tang San's body.

That was because he forcibly reversed the divine power, igniting all the divine king essence of this body.

The terrifying power of the God-King instantly went out of control, transforming into an energy storm that swept everything away, raging wildly in all directions like a supernova explosion.

Lu Jun, who was the first to be hit, suddenly changed his expression. He felt an irresistible force crashing into him. The Ice Abyss Sword in his hand let out a mournful cry, and he was thrown backward uncontrollably as if he had been hit head-on by a prehistoric beast.

"Mr. Lu!"

The thousand-meter-long silver dragon king that Gu Yuena had transformed into let out an anxious dragon roar. The huge dragon body instantly abandoned all attack postures. With a flash of silver light, it swooped down at a speed beyond its limits. The huge dragon wings, like the strongest shield, suddenly closed and firmly protected Lu Jun, who was flying backward, in its arms.

At the same time, layers of colorful elemental shields lit up outside the dragon wings, forcefully withstanding the first wave of the destructive energy storm.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Le Zhengyu, Xie Xie, and the others were also forced to retreat repeatedly by this sudden self-destruction storm, unable to get any closer.

Everyone thought that Tang San was going to take everyone down with him.

Protected under Gu Yuena's warm dragon wings, Lu Jun looked at the world-destroying energy storm outside, a hint of resentment and ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.

Driven by his long-desired power as a god-king, he was almost willing to rush out at any cost, attempting to forcibly absorb it from the eye of the storm.

Not only is Tang San going to fight desperately, but Lu Jun is also going to risk his life!
However, just when this situation seemed to be heading towards final destruction—

Mutation or mutation.

The storm of divine power that had been raging and seemingly about to devour everything suddenly weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was as if an invisible hand had forcefully choked the storm by the throat, suppressing its power.

Everyone looked up in surprise and disbelief.

At the center of the energy storm, Tang San's figure reappeared.

But his condition was extremely strange.

His right hand was raised high, gripping the Asura Demon Sword tightly. The sword was shimmering with blood-red light, as if it were about to gather more power to complete its self-destruction.

However, his left hand gripped his right wrist like an iron clamp, veins bulging, desperately trying to stop his right hand from moving.

His right leg muscles were tense, wanting to take a step forward to complete some kind of ritual, but his left leg was rooted to the spot, and even involuntarily turned sideways, directly tripping his right leg and causing Tang San to lose his balance.

With a "thud," he fell face-first into the shit in an extremely embarrassing manner.

What's most chilling is his face.

His right cheek was filled with extreme anger, resentment, and madness, his eyes looking as if he wanted to devour someone.

But on the left side of his face was a deathly disappointment, sorrow, and a kind of anger after sudden realization.
This bizarre scene of ambidextrous fighting and self-confrontation left everyone stunned.

Immediately afterwards, a completely different voice, trembling with disbelief, came from Tang San's mouth:
"Ancestor Tang San, is this... is this the final answer you gave to our Sea God family, and to all those who believe in you?"

That voice... it clearly belongs to Chen Xinjie, the Sea God Douluo!

Chen Xinjie's voice was filled with pain and struggle, like that of a devout believer who had witnessed firsthand the most unbearable and real side of their deity. (End of Chapter)