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

Chapter 940 The Strongest in History Ten Thousand Years Ago vs. The Strongest in Modern Times

"You finally came."

The sound was soft, yet it clearly traveled throughout the ruins.

It wasn't Huo Yuhao speaking.

It was the ruins themselves that resonated. Those broken walls and rubble, those burial grounds, those cries and vows buried by time, were all stirred in that instant by that seated figure, transforming into these words that resonated deeply in everyone's ears.

A kilometer behind Lu Jun, at the edge of the ruins.

Witnessing this scene, Tang Wutong unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes, her long pinkish-blue hair trembling slightly on her shoulders. She looked in that direction, at that deep blue figure, her eyes surging with the shimmering light of the Sea God Lake ten thousand years ago, the lonely figure gazing from beyond the barrier six thousand years ago, and now, the unfamiliarity that seemed to be separated by an entire river of time, even though they were so close.

Di Tian stood half a step to her side, while Gu Yuena, Di Yue, and other women watched from the perimeter of the battlefield, all of them extremely worried and tense.

Further away, Federal Speaker Xu Tiandi stood with his hands behind his back. This middle-aged man, who held the highest authority on Douluo Star, had a calm face like an ancient well. Only the fleeting solemnity deep in his eyes revealed his true feelings at this moment.

But no one stepped onto the battlefield.

This is a battle between the strongest Soul Master in history ten thousand years ago and the strongest Soul Master in modern times.

This is an agreement, and also a tacit understanding.

Lu Jun released his hand from his sword.

He continued walking forward.

The hem of her white robe trailed among the ruins, brushing against broken pillar bases and stepping over sunken pits, yet it remained untouched by a speck of dust.

His steps were steady, each step precise, as if measured with a ruler.

The faint sound of the shoe soles hitting the gravel was chillingly clear amidst the deathly silence of the ruins.

Fifty meters.

Thirty meters.

ten meters.

Lu Jun stopped.

From this distance, one could clearly see every subtle expression on Huo Yuhao's face.

Or rather, expressionless.

That face seemed to have been sculpted from ten thousand years of ice, with all emotions frozen deep within.

"Lu Jun".

This time, it was Huo Yuhao who spoke up.

The sound was very calm, as calm as the surface of a bottomless, cold pool, without even a ripple.

But beneath this calm, Lu Jun heard something else.

That was the weariness brought about by the depletion of six thousand years of barrier, the indifference that had settled from ten thousand years of solitude, and deepest within, that burning hatred that had been suppressed to the extreme but had never been extinguished.

Huo Yuhao kept his eyes closed.
"You... are very interesting."

“I can see that there is some kind of power within you that is limiting your cultivation.”

"If this power were removed, you would at least possess the cultivation of a first-level god. It's incredible. It seems that the owner behind this power is quite wary of you."

Huo Yuhao said with great interest.

"And this power feels very familiar to me, as if it appeared six thousand years ago when I fought against the Crimson Domain. It even stepped in to protect the Crimson Domain."

"Never mind. It's not important."

Huo Yuhao muttered to himself.

Because Lu Jun didn't speak.

He simply stood there quietly, his gaze sweeping over Huo Yuhao.

This legend is a saint who has protected Douluo Star for six thousand years, and also a madman who has been plotting revenge for ten thousand years.

He once unified the continent and established unparalleled achievements, but he also exiled himself and became an eternal prisoner.

"you are right."

Lu Jun finally spoke, his voice soft yet carrying a strange penetrating power.

"The master behind this power that restricts my cultivation is very wary of me."

"It's like a mouse seeing a cat and being terrified."

"So, today I'm here to witness your destiny."

"I hope you won't become like the master behind this power, and that you won't be as afraid of me as it is when you meet me in the future."

Pre-battle trash talk is almost indispensable.

So much so that Huo Yuhao's eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly.

"ending?"

He repeated the word, his tone shifting slightly for the first time, a subtle shift like the cracking sound coming from deep within ice.

"You think today will be the end?"

“It will happen,” Lu Jun said. “Either you take my sword and complete your plan, or I will keep you here and put an end to your obsession.”

The moment the words fell, Lu Jun's figure suddenly shot into the sky. He didn't even draw his sword; his right hand remained hanging at his side.

But from the scabbard at his waist, a rainbow light shot into the sky!

It wasn't a single ray of light; rather, it was more like a convergence of millions of rays of light.

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, violet—

The seven-colored rainbow burst forth the moment it left the sword sheath, like a volcano that had been suppressed for countless years finally finding an outlet. What spewed out was not lava, but a dazzling rosy glow that illuminated the entire dark sky.

The sword-like rainbow snaked upwards, unfurling in mid-air like a giant dragon awakening and stretching its body, each scale reflecting different colors of light.

nice.

It's breathtakingly beautiful, so beautiful it takes your breath away.

But beneath this ultimate beauty lies a chilling murderous intent.

At the moment the rainbow reached its highest point, it suddenly reversed direction, cascading downwards like an inverted Milky Way.

The seven colors of light intertwined, collided, and merged in the air, eventually transforming into a pure, cold, azure light.

Before the sword arrived, the intent preceded it. On the ruins, all the remaining rubble trembled simultaneously, emitting a faint hum.

Centered on the spot where Lu Jun stood, a ring of azure ice rapidly spread out from the ground. Wherever it passed, even the air was frozen into tiny ice crystals, which were then shattered into dust by the sword intent in the next instant.

This sword strike was aimed directly at Huo Yuhao in the center of the ruins.

Faced with such a sword strike, Huo Yuhao finally opened his eyes.

What a pair of eyes those are.

His left eye was a deep, icy blue, with what seemed to be a frozen river formed over millennia deep within its pupil. As far as his gaze fell, even the flow of time seemed to slow down.

His right eye, however, was a brilliant gold, like molten gold flowing through it. Every slight movement caused the surrounding light to distort and refract.

Huo Yuhao did not get up.

He didn't even raise his hand.

He simply sat there, watching the sword light descend, and then gently exhaled.

call--

A torrent of spiritual energy dispersed into the air the instant it left the mouth, transforming into thousands of tiny golden specks of light. Each speck of light frantically absorbed the moisture in the surrounding air, instantly condensing into ice.

A torrential downpour of icy rain.

These are not ordinary ice crystals. Inside each ice crystal is a wisp of golden spiritual energy, while the surface of the ice crystals is covered with complex patterns of laws.

That was the power of the ultimate ice godhood, a perfect fusion of the spiritual godhood.

The icy rain surged upwards, meeting the azure sword light head-on.

A continuous rustling sound, like silkworms eating leaves, as the azure sword light slashed through the curtain of icy rain, vaporizing the ice crystals in its path and dissipating into golden mist.

But there was too much ice rain, too much of it, coming one after another, endlessly.

But how could an ice-attribute attack possibly stop Lu Jun?

Although he was just a priest, his opponent was the God-King.

However, this did not stop Lu Jun's sword light from advancing, although its speed was visibly slowing down.

ten meters.

five meters.

three meters.

When it was only one meter away from Huo Yuhao's head, the azure sword light finally stopped completely.

It's not exhaustion.

It has been frozen.

Countless golden ice crystals, like a leech, densely clung to the surface of the sword's edge. Each ice crystal frantically absorbed the energy from the sword's edge while simultaneously releasing the power of the laws of ice.

Starting from its tip, the sword light gradually transformed into a transparent ice sculpture, with a pale blue light visible flowing within the ice layer, yet it could no longer advance even an inch.

Huo Yuhao's gaze passed over the frozen sword light and landed on Lu Jun's face.

"The sword is good."

He said it, his tone remaining calm.

"But the person wielding the sword is still lacking."

Lu Jun did not respond, but at that moment his right hand finally moved.

The five fingers are loosely clenched, and a backward pulling motion is made.

The movement was very light and slow.

But it was this gentle handshake.

Click.

A crack appeared on the frozen surface of the sword's edge.

Then came the second, the third...

Countless cracks spread at an alarming speed, instantly covering the entire ice layer.

Deep within the crack, a deep blue light surged forth wildly.

"break."

Lu Jun only said one word.

The ice layer exploded!

Countless ice crystals were crushed as if by an invisible hand, turning into the finest dust in the same instant, and then completely annihilated by the azure light bursting from the sword's edge.

The sword light, freed from its restraints, did not continue its downward strike. Instead, it drew a sharp arc in the air, like a swallow returning to its nest, and landed lightly back in Lu Jun's hand.

Lu Jun lowered his eyes, looking at the sword in his hand.

Then, he did something that surprised everyone.

He turned his hand and shoved the sword back into its scabbard at his waist.

Keng.

The blade struck the scabbard, producing a crisp ringing sound.

At this moment, Huo Yuhao raised his hand and looked at his palm, where a slight sword mark had appeared.

Huo Yuhao fell silent.

Lu Jun actually managed to leave a wound on him, thanks to his cultivation level as a priest.

Although it was only through the power of that divine artifact that this was achieved, it also shows that Lu Jun himself is not weak.

Even the most powerful weapons need to be controlled by someone.

After a long while, Huo Yuhao finally spoke:
"The power of a mere priest is enough to shake me."

He paused, and for the first time, genuine emotion appeared in his voice.

It wasn't anger, but rather a sense of surprise and a touch of shock.

"It seems I really underestimated you, Lu Jun. I take back what I said before. You are very strong and a worthy opponent."

(End of this chapter)