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

The illusory image of the Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon Martial Soul behind Xu Tiandi had long since vanished without a trace, and the seventh soul ring, representing the true power of the Martial Soul, had also completely dimmed, losing all its luster.

Even his meticulously crafted four-word battle armor, capable of withstanding god-level attacks, had now been completely reduced to countless metal fragments, scattered like stars on the scorched ground around him, as if offerings for this crushing defeat.

Lu Jun's all-out effort in unleashing the Myriad Swords Return to One ultimately shattered Xu Tiandi's lifelong ambition and dreams.

At this moment, Emperor Xu Tian looked extremely disheveled and miserable.

He trembled, slowly lowered his head, and looked at his chest.

A clear, massive sword wound, running from top to bottom and almost cleaving his entire body, was grotesquely imprinted there.

The sword marks tore through his tattered clothes and cleaved through his tough skin, which had been tempered by the origin of the plane and was comparable to divine metal. The flesh was torn open, revealing the bone, and one could even vaguely see the faint pulsation inside, though the divine core had dimmed considerably.

Pale gold mixed with dark red blood flowed down the sword wound like a gushing spring, staining his knees and the ground beneath him.

The sword wound stretched from his chest to his lower abdomen, almost piercing through his upper body. The wound was extremely deep, and the edges still retained the corrosive power of the terrifyingly cold sword energy, preventing it from healing.

If he hadn't already possessed the divine body of a quasi-first-level god, with an extremely tenacious life force, any ordinary being, even a Limit Douluo, would probably have been annihilated by this sword, their body and soul destroyed beyond any hope of survival.

"The outcome is decided, the rulers of the Federation."

Lu Jun's voice came calmly from the air.

He slowly descended from the sky, his toes lightly touching the smooth, mirror-like edge of the abyss.

His blood vessels had ruptured and he was covered in blood from forcibly pushing his limits, but thanks to his terrifying energy absorption and control, he has recovered.

The blood that had flowed out was drawn back into the body, the ruptured blood vessels were quickly repaired, and the bloodstains on the surface were washed away and peeled off by the frost.

In the blink of an eye, he returned to his usual calm demeanor, dressed in pristine white robes with an ice sword at his waist, as if the ruthless, sword-wielding figure from before had never existed.

Only his slightly pale face and the trace of weariness deep in his eyes, which he could not completely hide, showed that the battle just now was by no means easy for him.

His gaze remained calm as he looked at Xu Tiandi, who was kneeling on one knee, his breath utterly exhausted. He spoke slowly, his voice echoing clearly in the deathly silence of the abyss:
"You have no strength left to fight."

The Ice Abyss Sword hovered three inches in front of Emperor Xu's brow.

The sword tip emitted a clear, cold light, heading straight for Xu Tiandi's face.

The space around the sword showed subtle distortions and cracks, as if even the void could not withstand its extreme sharpness.

The soaring sword force made no sound, yet it crashed down like an invisible glacier, enveloping the entire abyss battlefield in absolute chill.

Emperor Xu Tian tried to prop up his broken body.

His arms were trembling, not from fear, but from the physiological spasms caused by the complete depletion of his divine power and the rupture of his muscle fibers.

His back wanted to straighten, but the lingering cold poison from the gruesome sword wound that pierced his chest continued to erode him, and every inch of his bones groaned in agony from the unbearable strain.

He gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and pale golden divine blood mixed with sweat dripped from his chin, splashing into tiny blood flowers on the smooth, mirror-like edge of the abyss.

"cough--"

A suppressed groan.

He ultimately failed to stand up, and the futile effort aggravated his internal injuries, causing another mouthful of blood to rise to his throat.

He forced it down, the metallic sweetness of the metal filling his mouth.

Those eyes, which once burned with golden-purple flames and looked down upon all living beings, were now as dim as extinguished embers, yet they still stubbornly raised themselves to meet Lu Jun's calm gaze.

"Ho...ho..."

The heavy, broken breathing was exceptionally clear in the deathly silence.

His legs, those prosthetic limbs forged with top-tier soul-guiding technology and reshaped by the power of the plane, were now completely transformed into charred, twisted metal, embedded in the cracked rock strata, with tiny arcs of electricity and wisps of smoke rising from the joints. The plane's origin attempted to repair itself, but the aftershocks of the clash of laws were too great; the newly sprouted muscles and bones were pulverized by the remaining icy sword energy, turning into blood and gore.

Eventually, he gave up.

But he did not yield. With his dignity, he would rather die than bow down to others.

With a sense of relief, he stopped trying to support his trembling upper body and let himself fall backward.

Xu Tiandi lay straight on the cold, smooth ground.

His tattered robes were spread out, and the sword scar on his chest faced the sky, like a eulogy offered to the defeated.

"you win."

His voice was hoarse, yet exceptionally clear; each word seemed to be squeezed out of his chest with all his might.

"I keep my promise... and I am willing to die."

After saying this, he closed his eyes.

Eyelashes cast faint shadows on her pale, blood-stained face, and her taut jawline slowly relaxed, as if a tremendous burden had been lifted.

At this moment, he was no longer the Speaker who ruled the Federation and schemed everything, but rather a traveler who had finally found his home after a long journey.

"The Federation's strongest weapon... Eternal Heaven."

His words were calm and measured, as if he were giving his final instructions.

"It's implanted inside me, and you can remove it... I believe you have the means to do so."

"Don't worry, I won't detonate the Eternal Heaven, but you must be careful before you take it out... Even if you are a super artifact in human form and your physical body is unharmed, it would be a pity if your hard-earned human body were blown up."

He paused, as if gathering his last bit of strength.

“Take it. Use it… to blow up the Abyss Plane. You’re just a Limit Douluo, yet you can defeat me. You’re more suited to wield it than I am.”

"After my death, please take care of the people of the Federation and the generals who followed me."

"Also, please apologize for me. I have let them down."

His words grew softer, yet each one carried a heavy weight.

After saying this, the slight rise and fall of his chest lessened, as if he might fall into eternal silence at any moment.

“Take that cane too.”

He closed his eyes and tilted his head towards the dim artifact not far away.

"Ten thousand years ago, Master Kong made it for the Xu family. He witnessed Huo Yuhao's breakthrough to a higher realm through faith. It was originally prepared for Xu Tianran... After he died, it was passed down."

"Now, after ten thousand years of transformation and the baptism of faith... it has become a true divine artifact."

“Lord Lu, from now on you will lead the Xu family and the Federation. If anyone questions you, just show them this staff and they will understand.”

"It connects different dimensions, so it's useful to you too."

That's all I wanted to say.

The last three words were as light as a sigh.

"Let's do it." (End of Chapter)