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

All of this, from the appearance of the Martial Soul to the decisive strike, was accomplished in the blink of an eye, without any probing. It was a shocking combined attack from the very beginning.

A deafening roar, loud enough to rip eardrums apart, exploded instantly, accompanied by a devastating shockwave. Centered on the point of impact, a violent energy shockwave spread out in a frenzied ring.

The glass of buildings within a kilometer shattered instantly, turning into dust. Some members of ancient families who were closer were even blasted away, their screams echoing everywhere.

"boom--"

Another, even deeper, rumbling sound, as if originating from the depths of the earth, followed. The ground where Lu Jun stood instantly cracked and collapsed, forming a huge crater with a diameter of over a hundred meters. Smoke and dust billowed into the sky, obscuring the view.

Zhan Tian Douluo Qian Gu Die Ting held the radiant Panlong Staff, his eyes gleaming with even greater arrogance.

He was confident that under this combined attack of father and son, even if Lu Jun had extraordinary abilities, he would have no chance of escaping unscathed.

Even if they don't die, they will certainly be severely injured and on the verge of death.

A surge of vengeful pleasure welled up in Qian Gu Dongfeng's heart, while he also felt a sincere admiration for his father's unfathomable strength.

He was also a Limit Douluo, and his martial soul was the Panlong Staff, but he asked himself if he could ever reach the terrifying level of his father, who almost destroyed the rules of heaven and earth and created his own battle domain.

However, the next moment, when the pervasive smoke and dust were quietly smoothed away by an invisible force, revealing the scene inside, the expressions on the faces of Qian Gu Die Ting and his son Qian Gu Dong Feng instantly froze, turning into utter stunned disbelief.

Lu Jun remained standing in the same spot, without even moving an inch.

The two dragon-coiled staffs, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter seas, were currently striking Lu Jun, but were firmly blocked by his physical body, unable to penetrate even an inch.

He himself was completely unharmed, not even a hair out of place.

Unharmed?

How can this be?

The father and son were simultaneously overwhelmed with shock, something that was completely beyond their comprehension.

Lu Jun looked up at the father and son, whose faces were filled with shock. His gaze was so calm it was unsettling.

He opened his mouth slightly:
"That's it?"

Then, as if feeling somewhat bored, or perhaps wanting to completely shatter their resolve, he casually uttered a sentence:
"copy."

The next moment, a scene that would be unforgettable for all members of the ancient family unfolded.

Just above Lu Jun's head, in the void, two rods made entirely of extreme ice suddenly condensed without warning, identical to the coiled dragon rods in the hands of Qian Gu Die Ting and Qian Gu Dong Feng.

Even the dragon patterns wrapped around it and the aura of destruction emanating from it are exactly the same as those on the Panlong Staff.

These two replica popsicles, with an even more ferocious and icy presence than the originals, tore through the sky.

With the dual power of freezing souls and shattering laws, it used their own methods against them, fiercely slashing down at the dumbfounded Qian Gu Die Ting and Qian Gu Dong Feng.

The father and son let out desperate and unwilling roars, desperately urging their soul power to hold the Panlong Staff horizontally above their heads, trying to block this terrifying attack from their own ultimate technique, but it was amplified several times over.

An even more deafening explosion rang out, and ice shards mixed with the light of soul power shot into the sky.

Qian Gu Die Ting and Qian Gu Dong Feng felt an irresistible force, far beyond their comprehension, pressing down like the collapse of the heavens. Their proud martial spirits emitted a series of groans of unbearable strain, their protective soul power instantly collapsing. Like two meteorites, they were violently smashed from mid-air, crashing directly into the already cracked earth below. "Bang, bang!"

Two muffled thuds were heard, and two bottomless, human-shaped holes appeared in the ground, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading outwards for hundreds of meters from the holes.

With just a single sentence, two Limit Douluo standing at the pinnacle of the Douluo Continent, one a peak Quasi-God and the other a newly ascended Quasi-God, were defeated so decisively.

The defeat was so complete, so utterly predictable.

The smoke and dust, thick and sticky like a fog, had not yet completely settled. The edges of the two bottomless, human-shaped holes on the ground, with their dense, spiderweb-like cracks, were still hissing and stubbornly spreading outwards, as if the earth itself was enduring unspeakable pain.

The entire Ancient Manor fell into a deathly silence. All the previous clamor, roars, and energy booms disappeared, leaving only the mournful sound of the cold morning wind passing through the collapsed walls and broken beams, and the occasional, uncontrollable chattering of teeth.

Harosa stood still, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes, but no surprise or shock whatsoever.

Harosa had already witnessed only the tip of the iceberg of this lord's methods. The fact that two Limit Douluo, who were considered the pinnacle in the eyes of the world, were defeated so decisively, and even their fates were unknown, was, to him, nothing more than confirmation of what he already knew in his heart, an inevitable outcome.

He slowly withdrew his gaze from the two holes and instead scanned the remaining members of the ancient family within the manor.

At this moment, these disciples, deacons, and even elders who were usually high and mighty and considered themselves to be of noble bloodline had lost all their arrogance.

Most of them lay limp on the ground, as if their spines had been removed, their faces as pale as if they had been painted with chalk, their eyes vacant, filled with extreme fear and bottomless despair.

That earth-shattering attack, which combined the life's cultivation of the two strongest members of the family, was, in their eyes, the ultimate display of the family's foundation, a power capable of destroying the heavens and the earth.

However, in front of Lu Jun, this all-out attack was like a child waving a wooden stick, and it couldn't even make the other party move half a step.

This absolute difference in power level far exceeded their understanding of the word "strong," as if a true god had descended from the clouds, undeniably demonstrating the vast difference between them.

They had long known that Lu Jun was very strong and was a top genius on the continent, but they never expected that he would become so incredibly powerful that they couldn't even muster the thought of resisting him.

However, the earth-shattering commotion that erupted within the Qian Gu family manor was, in the dawn of Mingdu, nothing short of a mountain being thrown into a calm lake.

The massive energy fluctuations and deafening roar had already alarmed the entire city.

Countless surprised and uncertain gazes were cast in this direction. Many Soul Masters and faction leaders who were confident in their strength or status could not suppress their curiosity and wanted to come and find out what was going on, whether they wanted to get a share of the pie or simply watch a rare spectacle.

But the first to arrive at the scene were not these onlookers.

The piercing sound of sirens grew louder as squads of well-equipped federal law enforcement teams, clad in standard soul-guided armor, swiftly and efficiently sealed off the main access routes around the manor.

Immediately afterwards, several dignified-looking, high-speed soul-guided combat vehicles bearing the Federation emblem sped over and came to a steady stop.

The car door opened, and the person at the head of the group was none other than Federal Speaker Xu Tiandi.

He was still wearing that crisp speaker's uniform, holding a cane in his hand, but the legs hidden under his trousers were now soul-guided prosthetics with a cold metallic sheen.

His face revealed little expression, except for a pair of deep, sharp eyes that immediately locked onto Lu Jun, the only person standing in the arena, whose calm demeanor seemed to blend seamlessly with the world around him.

His gaze swept over Lu Jun, seemingly assessing his current cultivation level, his restrained yet chilling aura, and the terrifying strength he displayed, silently testified to by the ravaged battlefield. (End of Chapter)