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

Lu Jun took a step forward, his gaze fixed intently on the ball of divine king power:

"Next, let my Ice Abyss Sword completely devour and merge with this power of the God-King."

"Through this, I will bridge the chasm between the divine level and the god-king level, and truly possess god-king level power that belongs to me!"

His words carried an unwavering conviction, as if he could already see a future where he wielded the power of a god-king and swept away all obstacles:

"By then, interference from the divine realm and the abyss plane will no longer be a problem. We will use absolute power to sweep away all injustice and conspiracy, and create a truly clear and bright future for Douluo Continent."

With that, Lu Jun held the Ice Abyss Sword and resolutely walked towards the floating ball of divine power.

The sword seemed to sense its master's intention and began to emit a low hum. At the tip of the sword, a vortex of extreme cold quietly formed, emitting a powerful suction force that drew in the golden-red energy.

"Mr. Lu..."

Seeing this, Gu Yuena couldn't help but step forward, her pretty face filled with worry, hesitant to speak.

She opened her mouth, but in the end, she only murmured to herself:

"Will the laws of the universe stand idly by and allow a completely new God-King, beyond its control, to be born so easily?"

At the very moment that Lu Jun, holding the Ice Abyss Sword, walked towards the floating divine power to decide its final fate.

Far away from this devastated valley, a majestic mountain peak rises, seemingly piercing the sky.

A tall, slender figure stood there silently, like an ancient, unchanging rock.

He had long, deep blue hair, as blue as the ocean, which was not tied up but simply draped over his shoulders, fluttering slightly in the mountain breeze.

His face was handsome yet gentle, with smooth lines, and even carried a refined air of someone well-read and cultured.

However, beneath this refined demeanor, the slightly furrowed brows concealed an undeniable authority that had been tempered by the vicissitudes of life and the power of life and death, as well as a profound understanding of the world and the cycle of reincarnation.

What is most striking is the aura emanating from him.

It was a contradictory yet strangely harmonious blend of qualities.

On one side is the refreshing atmosphere of books, as if one were a wise man living in seclusion in the mountains.

On the other side, there was an intense, almost tangible aura of malevolence and murderous intent, chilling to the bone, as if one were treading on endless corpses and with countless drops of blood on one's hands.

These two completely different auras intertwined and entwined on him, not repelling each other, but instead forming a unique and heart-stopping balance.

But behind him was not empty space.

There, an eye floats silently.

An eye so enormous it defied imagination, formed entirely from pure, ultimate spiritual energy.

It presents a deep, noble gold that seems to reflect the very essence of the soul.

At this moment, the enormous golden eye was closed, its long, seemingly solidified golden eyelashes casting a faint shadow. Simply by hovering quietly, without deliberately emitting any power, it naturally formed an invisible domain, its vast, star-like spiritual pressure spreading outwards.

It made the surrounding air seem thick and solidified.

What's even more terrifying is that he stood there quietly from beginning to end, like a detached spectator, watching the entire process of the earth-shattering battle in the valley below, which brought together the top combat power of the Douluo Continent and even attracted the descent of the God King.

However, whether it was Gu Yuena, whose mental strength was extremely sharp and had reached the level of a God-King, or Lu Jun, who was at the core of the incident and had extraordinary perception, or Tang San, who was once the Supreme God-King and had keen insight into energy fluctuations.

In that intense battle just now, where everyone's senses were fully activated, not a single person noticed the presence of this bystander.

He was like a ghost that did not exist, an observer independent of time and space.

He was clearly there, yet it was as if he were separated from the entire world by an invisible membrane. All energy probes and mental scans passed over him silently, without causing the slightest ripple.

What terrifying strength would it take to perfectly conceal oneself on the edge of a battlefield at this level?
This person's cultivation level has reached an inconceivable realm!

Beside him, a round, jade-like silkworm-shaped spirit, exuding a faint chill, floated restlessly. It was none other than the well-known Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm!
Therefore, this person's identity is self-evident.

Huo Yuhao is the undisputed strongest Limit Douluo in the history of Douluo Continent, a legend among legends. He founded the Spirit Pagoda and swept across the entire Douluo Continent with his sword. He was a hero who helped the Sun Moon Empire achieve unification. He possesses the Spirit Eye Martial Soul and is known as the Spirit Ice Douluo.
"Yuhao."

The Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm wriggled its plump body, its mental fluctuations carrying a hint of inquiry:
"They...they seem to have taken care of Tang San, who came to Douluo Continent, all by themselves?"

"Then...do we still need to proceed as planned?"

Huo Yuhao's gaze remained calmly fixed on the distant valley, watching the divine power before Lu Jun.

His face, a blend of refinement and majesty, showed no emotion whatsoever; only in the depths of his profound eyes, countless streams of light and shadow seemed to flash by.

"The performance was not bad."

He spoke softly, his voice calm, yet carrying a detachment and indifference born of millennia of experience:
"This at least proves that they possess the ability to fight against, and even defeat, a descending god-king."

"In that case, I won't need to step in to cover the losses anymore."

Tianmeng Ice Silkworm observed Huo Yuhao's current state—completely different from what it was ten thousand years ago, now profound and unfathomable—and a deep sense of worry emanated from its mental fluctuations:

"Then... then does that mean we no longer need to make seizing that ultimate artifact our primary objective?"

"After all, that super artifact has already taken human form and possesses an independent will and considerable combat power."

"Bringing him over to become our ally will greatly increase our chances of winning against the divine realm in the future!"

Upon hearing this, Huo Yuhao's lips curled into a faint, cold smile.

"His current combat strength is indeed very strong. With the body of a second-level god, he can suppress the descending god king with the help of external forces, which is truly amazing."

He initially gave his approval, but then his tone turned cold and his words shifted dramatically.
"But it's not strong enough. At least... not as strong as I am now."

A single sentence, like a cold measuring stick, quantified Lu Jun's current place in his heart. (End of Chapter)