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

With Chen Xinjie's demise and the stripping away of Tang San's God King power, the suffocating and terrifying pressure that permeated the entire valley slowly receded like a tide.

The spatial cage and frost barrier that enveloped the heavens and earth lost their continuous energy support and began to disintegrate and dissipate from the edges like shattered glass, turning into specks of silver light and ice crystal fragments that fluttered down and eventually disappeared completely, revealing once again the pale and powerless sky above the valley that had endured the calamities.

However, the valley itself has been completely transformed.

The once tranquil and secluded valley now appears to have been ravaged by an ancient ferocious beast.

On the earth, crisscrossing ravines resemble ferocious scars, the deepest parts of which are pitch black, seemingly leading straight to the earth's core, enough to easily devour thousands upon thousands of soul beasts.

The exposed rocks were scorched black by the aftershocks of the violent divine power, emitting a pungent smell of sulfur mixed with ozone.

The lingering divine energy in the air, like ripples on water, gently conveyed the brutality of the battle that had just taken place—a battle beyond mortal comprehension.

The streams that once flowed gently, nourishing the creatures of the valley, have been completely altered by the horrific battle. Their source was collapsed and buried, leaving only a dry and cracked riverbed, silently witnessing everything.

On a relatively flat open space made of huge rocks, Chen Xinjie's body was carefully placed by Lu Jun.

His imperial robes, once adorned with the mighty sea, had been shattered by the impact of divine power, revealing his equally wounded body beneath.

On his chest, a wound that looked as if it had been burned and torn was particularly conspicuous. It was a mark left when he was attacked by the backlash of the rampaging Asura God Power during his final struggle with Tang San's will for control of his body.

However, his face was unusually peaceful, even carrying an indescribable sense of relief, as if he had simply exhausted his energy and fallen into an eternal slumber.

This Limit Douluo, who devoted his life to the Sea God but ultimately chose to perish together with the god due to the collapse of his faith, completed the last journey of his life in such a tragic and heroic way.

Lu Jun's gaze slowly swept across the devastated battlefield, finally settling on the ball of energy floating in front of him.

It was a red ball of light, about the size of a human head, that was slowly rotating.

The outer edge of the ball of light was a dark red, like burning blood, which was the ultimate law of slaughter and destruction belonging to the Asura God.

Even without the control of Tang San's will, this energy itself is still like a miniature, unstable star, containing terrifying power capable of shaking stars and reshaping the rules.

Just then, on the other side, the dazzling brilliance that had temporarily granted them God-King level combat power on Le Zhengyu, Xie Xie, Yuanen Yehui, Xu Xiaoyan, Wu Siduo, Long Chen, and Tang Wulin began to recede and dim rapidly, like the receding tide.

The immense power within them, belonging to the dragon souls of the various dragon kings, finally exhausted its temporary awakening energy after such a high-intensity outburst, and fell back into a deep slumber, awaiting the next summons.

Despite the fading of external forces, this brief experience of touching the realm of the God-King was undoubtedly a transformative baptism for each of them.

His understanding of the rules, his control of power, and his knowledge of his own martial spirit and soul skills have all reached an unprecedented level.

The immense energy feedback and profound insights they gained directly propelled a surge in their own cultivation.

His aura surged like a rocket!
Le Zhengyu, Yuanen Yehui, and Tang Wulin were all surrounded by surging soul power, and they had suddenly stepped into the realm of the peak level 98 Douluo.

Xie Xie, Xu Xiaoyan, Wu Siduo, and Long Chen also stabilized at the level of Super Douluo, which is level 97.

Everyone's a Super Douluo!

This is a terrifying force capable of sweeping away any power in the Douluo Continent today.

As for Lu Jun himself, although the divine power stored in the Ice Abyss Sword had been completely exhausted in the battle just now.

However, as the one in control, he personally experienced and mastered power far exceeding his own level, and his understanding of the laws of ice and swordsmanship advanced by leaps and bounds. At this moment, his aura was perfectly integrated, and his soul power fluctuations had stabilized at level ninety-seven.

"The knot... is over?"

"it is finally over……"

Xie Xie was the first to give up, collapsing to the ground with a thud, panting heavily, his face showing a mixture of bewilderment and relief at surviving a calamity, as if he couldn't believe he had actually survived that battle at the level of a god-king.

"Yes...it's all over."

Le Zhengyu leaned on the sacred sword; though exhausted, his eyes shone brightly.

"Even the founder of the Tang Sect, the legendary Sea God, the Asura God Tang San, was defeated by us."

He still seemed somewhat dazed and incredulous when he said those words.

All this is like a dream.

Upon hearing this, the others nodded in agreement, their faces displaying complex emotions: the joy of victory, the exhaustion of battle, and a profound sense of witnessing and participating in history.

Xu Xiaoyan patted her ample chest and said with lingering fear:
"It was...it was too difficult...it was incredibly tough...Looking back now, if any link in the chain had gone wrong—whether it was if Brother Lu hadn't broken the seal in time, or if Senior Chen Xinjie hadn't woken up and fought back, or if our coordination had been even a fraction slower—perhaps...perhaps Tang San really would have escaped..."

Her words resonated with everyone, and as they recalled the many thrilling moments of the battle, cold sweat broke out on their backs.

That's dancing on the edge of a knife, gambling with death.

"What do you plan to do with this divine power?"

A voice, cold yet revealing a hint of undeniable weakness, rang out.

Gu Yuena had somehow returned to human form, her pretty face was deathly pale, and her aura was much weaker than before.

Clearly, in order to fight against Tang San, especially to withstand the aftershocks of the Asura Blood Sword and to unleash the Seven Elemental Dragon King Radiance at full power, she had suffered tremendous exhaustion, which may have even damaged her very essence.

Her beautiful eyes, now filled with a barely perceptible worry, were fixed on the golden-red ball of light floating in front of Lu Jun.

Lu Jun did not answer immediately; he slowly raised the Ice Abyss Sword in his hand.

The ancient sword's brilliance was now restrained, but when fingertips lightly touched the icy blade, one could clearly feel a trace of longing emanating from the sword spirit.

His gaze fell once again on the unclaimed power of the God-King. The blood-red light seemed to pulsate slightly as if it had a life of its own, exuding both a destructive pressure that made one's soul tremble and a hidden source of energy so pure that it could drive any god mad.

"My divine power has been completely exhausted in this battle."

Lu Jun's voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable tone.

"This power cannot be left behind. It is ultimately Tang San's source, and leaving it in the world will surely cause trouble."

"It cannot be destroyed easily either. Such a massive source of a god-king would cause an explosion if forcibly destroyed, which would probably affect half of the Douluo Continent."

He gripped the hilt of the Ice Abyss Sword tightly, his eyes sharpening:
"Therefore, the best way to handle it is to... make the most of it." (End of Chapter)