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

"puff--!"

Despite avoiding most of the direct impact thanks to his divine body as a second-level god and his keen senses, Xu Tiandi, who was at the center of the explosion, was still hit by several aftershocks containing destructive and creative power. His protective divine light vibrated violently, and he spat out a small mouthful of pale golden divine blood. His aura instantly became noticeably disordered and weak.

He could feel the lingering chill and destructive intent of the explosions, like maggots clinging to his bones, trying to invade his divine body, freeze his divine power, and erode his vitality.

Just as the aftershocks of the frost storm and the series of explosions had not yet completely subsided, and Xu Tiandi, his aura faltering, was about to regroup and launch a counterattack,

Without hesitation, Lu Jun activated his fifth soul skill.

Absolute zero.

In that instant, it was as if even the word "cold" itself had been frozen.

An ultimate freeze, which cannot be measured by any thermometer or fully described by any physical law and belongs to the realm of laws, quietly descended, centered on Lu Jun.

At this moment, time loses its meaning of passing.

The space seemed to have had its wrinkles smoothed out by an invisible hand.

All energy flow and transformation ceased.

Matter, from the finest dust to the distant outline of hills, presents a timeless, frozen stillness.

Even the light itself seemed to slow down in this area, becoming stagnant and dim.

As far as the eye could see, everything turned into a deathly, pure, icy blue.

It's not the blue of the ocean, nor the blue of the sky, but the color that strips away the very concept itself.

Everything seemed to have been paused forever; thoughts here seemed to be frozen and assimilated by the boundless silence and coldness.

Immediately, in the absolute zero, deathly still blue center, Lu Jun's figure reappeared with a clear outline.

He was dressed in pure white, spotless, as if the pale figure from before and the desperate situation before him had nothing to do with him.

He casually placed one hand behind his back, while raising the other hand with his index and middle fingers held upright like a sword in front of his chest.

An aura of unparalleled sword immortal, aloof from the world and looking down upon the universe, arose spontaneously, looking down upon the frozen world before him, and also at the struggling opponents within it.

"Ten Thousand Swords——"

His lips moved slightly, and his voice, filled with supreme authority, rang out clearly in the deathly silence, like a cold wind sweeping across an icy plain.

"Return to the source!"

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—"

As soon as he finished speaking, another strange event occurred.

Centered on him, within a radius of a thousand miles, the temperature, already extremely low due to the previous battle and the influence of the laws, plummeted even further, approaching the theoretical absolute zero.

All the remaining moisture in the air, the pervasive energy of heaven and earth, the aftershocks of Xu Tiandi's scattered divine power, and even the faint energy glow left behind by the soul tools at the edge of the distant battlefield...

Everything that could be frozen was forcibly plundered, stripped away, and solidified in that instant!
Then, shape it!
Countless ice crystal swords, all ice-blue in color, with ancient or bizarre shapes, ranging from three feet to over ten feet in length, appeared out of thin air.

They are not illusory energy entities, but real, solid ice swords made of frozen matter and energy.

Each one is crystal clear, with a deadly cold light flowing from its blade. The blade is engraved with natural frost patterns and emits a deep, rhythmic, and chilling clang.

They were like a huge school of fish moving at a command in the deep sea, or like cold stars gathering in the cosmos, flashing with a destructive cold light, and began to slowly rotate and converge around Lu Jun in the center.

The blade sliced ​​through the stagnant air, leaving trails of icy blue that formed a terrifying vortex of swords, a galaxy of swords.

At this moment, Lu Jun is the emperor of swords, the master of all swords!
His will is the will of these countless ice swords!
Subsequently, these hundreds of thousands, even millions of ice crystal swords rapidly swirled and condensed inward, compressed, and finally fused together, all under Lu Jun's changing hand gestures!
"Clang—" A sound like thousands of divine swords returning to their sheaths at the same time resounded through the frozen heavens and earth.

All the ice swords disappeared.

Instead, a giant sword stretched across the heavens and the earth!
The sword is over a thousand meters long and as wide as a city gate!
This giant sword is the ultimate form of the Ten Thousand Swords Return to One, gathering all usable resources within a thousand miles, and condensing all the sword intent, killing intent, and ice laws that Lu Jun can mobilize at this moment.

Its power far exceeds the scope of ordinary divine skills.

Lu Jun's sword fingers, still held upright in front of his chest, now seemed like a general's command flag directing thousands of troops. He suddenly pointed at Xu Tiandi, whose figure was slightly blurred and shrouded in absolute zero below the giant sword.

"cut!"

The colossal sword that stretched across the heavens and earth seemed to have always been there, but following the will of the Creator, it began to sink downwards unstoppably.

The giant sword fell like Mount Buzhou collapsing and a pillar of heaven breaking, carrying a terrifying power that could crush stars and seal off hell, pressing down on Emperor Xu.

Before the sword even arrived, the immense pressure and chilling aura emanating from it, as vast as the cosmos, had already caused the icy blue earth below, frozen at absolute zero, to crack and collapse inch by inch.

The storm was forced to disperse under this absolute suppression.

The figure of Emperor Xu Tian was revealed among them.

His current appearance is nothing short of tragic.

His entire body was covered in blood, the pale golden divine blood staining his tattered robes. His once majestic face was as pale as paper, and the blood at the corner of his mouth was still wet.

But the golden flames burning in his eyes did not go out; instead, they erupted with an even more intense and frenzied light in the face of adversity.

"Roar--"

Facing the massive sword that seemed capable of ending everything, Emperor Xu Tian roared to the sky, a sound that was a mixture of dragon's cry and human shout, a roar of extreme resentment.

The sound waves forcefully shook apart the stagnant laws around him, resounding throughout this frozen world.

With his roar, the previously silent and dark frozen sky was suddenly filled with lightning and thunder.

Countless thick bolts of lightning, golden-purple in color and radiating destruction, appeared out of thin air, surging wildly and casting a chilling light upon the heavens and earth.

The gale rose again, this time carrying a chilling aura of destruction, swirling up ice shards and dust, like the prelude to the apocalypse.

The heavens and earth changed color, the ground shook, and destructive lightning flashed incessantly. The chilling aura of death and the violent, scorching energy of destruction intertwined strangely, permeating every inch of space.

The illusory image of the Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon Martial Soul behind Emperor Xu seemed to come alive at this moment.

No longer just a phantom, but possessing a tangible texture and spirituality, each dragon scale shimmering with a dazzling purple-gold luster, its eyes wide open in fury, its whiskers flying, and its deafening roar almost tearing one's eardrums, carrying with it an overwhelming momentum to destroy all things and break free from all constraints.

He no longer maintained his human form, but directly used the true form of the Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon Martial Soul.

"hold head high--"

Another, even more violent and mournful dragon roar resounded.

Emperor Xu's body suddenly swelled and deformed in the dazzling golden-purple light.

In the blink of an eye, a colossal purple-gold dragon, no less massive than the giant sword and thousands of meters long, appeared out of nowhere.

The dragon was covered in thick, mountain-like purple-gold scales, each scale engraved with natural patterns of destruction. Its wings, when spread, were enough to cover half the sky. Its claws were ferocious, as if they could crush stars. With each swing of its tail, space shattered.

Facing the massive sword pressing down upon it, the incomparably mighty Purple Radiance Annihilating Dragon neither dodged nor evaded. Instead, it unleashed a roar that shattered the heavens, its colossal, mountain-like body suddenly coiling up, forcefully lifting its terrifying claws—enough to tear apart continental shelves—to withstand the immense weight of the giant sword's blade. (End of Chapter)