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

"Shoot-"

As the arc of light swept past, the black space, temporarily constructed by the laws of the plane and powerful enough to imprison ordinary beings below the level two gods, was easily and smoothly split in two from its center point by the icy blue arc of light, as if it had encountered its nemesis, ice and snow.

Immediately, the entire black space collapsed and dissipated like building blocks that had lost their support, revealing Lu Jun standing there with a sword in his hand.

The Ice Abyss Sword in his hand flowed with an icy blue light that seemed to freeze time and space, and its tip trembled slightly, emitting a pleasant, clear sound.

Beneath his feet, nine spirit rings slowly rose from the ground, like nine bright moons of different colors, making him appear like a god emerging from the snow.

These nine spirit rings have undergone tremendous changes since Lu Jun entered the Limit Douluo realm.

Orange Gold, Orange Gold, Orange Gold, Orange Gold, Orange Gold, Orange Gold, Orange Gold, Orange Gold, Ice Blue Gold.

Nine spirit rings, the lowest level being hundreds of thousands of years, and the highest reaching the god level.

They moved slowly and rhythmically, resonating with each other, and the soul power fluctuations they emitted were perfectly integrated. Although they seemed to be less powerful than Xu Tiandi's second-level god power in terms of quantity, they were actually showing signs of being on par with each other in terms of quality and law level.

Lu Jun snorted angrily, gripped the Ice Abyss Sword, and took a second step forward steadily.

This step, though completely different from the roar caused by Xu Tiandi's first step, brought equally devastating consequences.

It was as if two meteorites containing world-destroying energy detonated simultaneously at extremely close range.

Lu Jun's icy sword aura, which had reached its peak, collided and intertwined with Xu Tiandi's overwhelming destructive dragon might and divine might of the plane, like two dam-breaking torrents of stars, without any fancy moves.

A piercing, eerie sound, sharp enough to exceed the limits of human hearing and seemingly capable of piercing the soul, suddenly erupted from the center of the collision between the two forces.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying shockwave, visible to the naked eye and mixed with icy blue and golden purple energy, like a super tornado with a diameter of over a thousand meters twisted by an invisible giant hand, roared and tore straight up from the ground, soaring into the sky.

"call--!!!"

High in the sky, the clouds, which had appeared dark and heavy due to the dust storm, were violently torn apart and pierced by this shockwave containing divine power.

A circular gap, its edges shimmering with turbulent energy, appeared in the sky. The cold moonlight and distant starlight poured down like a burst dam, illuminating the drastically altered earth below and the two god-like figures in the center of the battlefield.

However, the contest of their auras and the clash of their strength did not stop there.

"Click, click, click..."

A chilling, soul-crushing cracking sound rang out from the very center of the ground where the two stood.

A massive, bottomless rift, several meters wide, appeared without warning, like the open eyes of hell, and then spread wildly to the left and right at an incredible speed, tearing everything apart.

This crack seemed to possess a life and a will; wherever it passed, the earth was easily torn apart like a fragile biscuit.

Even more terrifying, the direction in which the crack extended was precisely towards the distant mountains that were already teetering on the brink of collapse from the previous tremors.

A terrifying, deafening roar echoed as the continuous mountainside was forcibly cleaved open.

In the distance, the majestic mountains appeared as if they had been cleanly and neatly cleaved in two by an invisible, massive guillotine that stretched across the heavens and earth, from peak to foot, along the path of the crack.

The mountain rocks collapsed, the rock layers shifted, and countless tons of soil and rocks slid down to both sides with a roar, causing a cloud of dust that blotted out the sky, as if the end of the world had arrived.

At the heart of all this destruction, Lu Jun and Xu Tiandi's bodies remained completely still.

They were like statues rooted to the earth, remaining unmoved despite the surrounding mountains collapsing and the earth cracking.

However, a strange scene happened.

Although neither of them moved, the distance between them was invisibly shortened by some incomprehensible spatial distortion and clash of laws. It was as if the shattered earth and split mountains were actively retreating under the pressure of their terrifying power, forcibly compressing the distance between them from hundreds of feet to less than fifty feet.

The two looked up almost simultaneously, their gazes colliding once more amidst the smoke and turbulent energy currents.

They both saw a hint of seriousness in each other's eyes.

The mere clash of auras and initial confrontation of laws had already devastated the mountain ranges and landscapes within a hundred miles.

If they were to fight with all their might here, the entire area surrounding Mingdu would likely be reduced to dust, and countless lives would be lost.

The next instant, the two of them, with perfect tacit understanding, simultaneously restrained some of the violent energy they were releasing that could easily affect the environment, and their figures shifted slightly.

Shrinking the earth to an inch, making the ends of the earth seem near.

In the blink of an eye, the two figures vanished from the devastated battlefield where mountains had collapsed, and in the next moment, they appeared simultaneously in the sky above a vast, desolate Gobi Desert, far from any human habitation.

Underfoot were hard gravel and dry sand, with a wide field of vision and almost no tall obstacles.

However, at the very second that their figures solidified on this new battlefield—

"clang--"

A resounding clang, clearer and more powerful than any previous collision, exploded out.

The icy blue sword light and the golden-purple dragon-shaped staff shadow collided fiercely without any fancy moves.

Lu Jun's wrist flicked, and the Ice Abyss Sword transformed into a sky full of icy blue light and shadow. Each sword strike carried the sharpness to sever laws and the chill to freeze all things. Its trajectory was unpredictable and so fast that only afterimages remained.

Emperor Xu waved his staff, which was now completely enveloped in golden-purple divine power, transforming into a nimble and violent purple lightning dragon. Each swing of the staff was accompanied by a synchronized attack from the phantom of the Purple Radiance Annihilation Dragon. The dragon roared, and destructive purple lightning raged and spread. Furthermore, a unique law fluctuation belonging to a divine artifact was contained within it, which directly clashed with the edge of the Ice Abyss Sword.

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

The sounds, as dense as raindrops pattering on banana leaves and as heavy as the pounding of a giant hammer on a drum, echoed across the Gobi Desert, making it almost impossible to distinguish one sound from another.

The two figures flashed rapidly in the low sky, intersecting, separating, and then colliding again.

Each direct contact between weapons or energy would explode into an energy sphere ranging from several meters to tens of meters in diameter. The shockwave from the explosion of the sphere was like the sharpest blade of air, slashing fiercely at the Gobi Desert below.

"Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!"

The Gobi Desert, as hard as iron, was transformed as if countless invisible plowshares were frantically turning it over, instantly creating a network of crisscrossing, deep gullies, some several meters or even tens of meters deep.

Gravel was shattered into dust, and sand was whipped up into dust waves tens of meters high. The entire Gobi Desert was like a boiling cauldron, groaning under the ravages of the aftermath of the two men's battle.

In just a few breaths, the two had exchanged hundreds of blows at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

The initial close-quarters combat and energy clashes sent shockwaves through Xu Tiandi's mind.

He is now a genuine second-level god, and with the blessing of the plane, he is even confident that he can kill a first-level god!

Moreover, due to the continuous fusion with the origins of the plane, his divine power is steadily increasing. Given time, it is almost certain that he will enter the realm of a first-level god.

With the top-tier martial soul, Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon, and the divine artifact-level staff in his hand, close combat should have been his forte.

However, Lu Jun, with only the cultivation level of a level 99 Limit Douluo and wielding the Ice Abyss Sword, was able to hold his own in a head-on confrontation!
Even the extreme chill and severing properties contained within the Ice Abyss Sword could occasionally penetrate his divine power's defenses, making him feel a slight sense of threat. (End of Chapter)