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

Chapter 941 Huo Yuhao's Crowning with Three Divine Positions
At the edge of the ruins, Tang Wutong's fingertips were already digging into her palms, and fine blood seeped out from between her fingers, but she was completely unaware.

Deep within the pale blue pupils, the faded domain was reflected, with a young man in white robes at the center of the domain, and a simple, almost unadorned sword at his waist.

Something surged violently in her chest, like a volcano that had been dormant for thousands of years suddenly awakening.

Ten thousand years.

She has witnessed the swirling of stars, the emergence of countless geniuses, and the battles of the gods that ignited the heavens.

But I have never seen a sword like this before.

Such a field.

This kind of people.

Di Tian stood half a step to her side, his golden vertical pupils slightly contracted, and a low utterance rolled from his throat:

"This is a confrontation at the level of laws."

That wasn't a collision of energies, nor a clash of divine power, but something more fundamental and cruel.

The mutual crushing and devouring of rules.

Gu Yuena, Di Yue, and the other women all took a deep breath; they all understood.

That seemingly mundane test, the melting of the ice crystals and sword light, was in fact a close clash of the most fundamental laws between gods.

Lu Jun's Ice Law, with the power of a divine official, completely suppressed Huo Yuhao's Ice God Authority, which he had cultivated for ten thousand years!

This is how a sword mark that could not heal instantly was etched on the palm of that god-king.

In a single test, Lu Jun surprisingly gained the upper hand.

In the center of the ruins, Huo Yuhao slowly stood up.

As he stood up, the entire ruins groaned under the weight of his weight.

Three distinct halos of light emerged one after another from behind him, their majestic divine power like a tangible tide, sweeping outwards in all directions.

On the left is a pure, golden halo. That light is not just ordinary light, but a manifestation of spiritual power condensed to the extreme. It is a spiritual divine position that he created himself with a mortal body.

As the halo shifted, it seemed as if countless consciousnesses were whispering, praying, and roaring within it.

A contradictory, gray atmosphere permeates the central government.

The annihilation of death and the divine redemption are intertwined.

That was the necromancer's divine position that his teacher, the necromancer Elex, had passed down to him.

Amidst the gray mist, countless phantoms of souls could be vaguely seen floating and sinking, with sacred chants and the wails of the dead coexisting in an eerie harmony.

On the right, there is a blend of ice blue and gilded light, chilling yet regal.

This is the Ice God position he created based on his understanding of the extreme cold of the far north.

Within the halo, the phantom of an ancient glacier seemed to float and sink, each refracted ray of light carrying the extreme cold of frozen time and space.

He holds all three divine positions.

Huo Yuhao held the King's Sword, its blade humming, which shone brightly alongside the three halos of light behind him.

He stood atop the ruins, like an emperor emerging from ancient mythology, his gaze lowered, looking down at Lu Jun below.

"An opponent like you," Huo Yuhao said, his voice carrying a strange resonance due to the three divine positions, majestic and cold, "would be my regret if I didn't give it my all."

The blade of the king's sword was pointed at Lu Jun from afar.

"If that's all you've got..." Huo Yuhao paused, the chill flowing from the sword suddenly intensifying, "then hand over the Ice Abyss Sword."

Lu Jun remained silent.

He simply took a step forward.

Just one step.

The Ice Abyss Sword at his waist suddenly emitted a clear, resonant tremor like a dragon's roar. The ancient patterns on the surface of the scabbard lit up one by one, and an overwhelming, unstoppable icy divine power, like a sleeping ancient dragon awakening, surged into Lu Jun's body.

At the same time, two stunningly beautiful figures emerged from the void behind Lu Jun.

The two supreme spirits from the far north now clasped their hands together in front of their chests, adopting an ancient and devout prayer posture. Sixth Spirit Skill: Blessing of the Ice and Snow Goddess!
A radiant glow, a blend of pure white and azure, emanated from their hands, like two ribbons of light that gently wrapped around Lu Jun's body, perfectly merging with the torrent of divine power surging from the Ice Abyss Sword within him.

A month ago, Lu Jun asked Di Yue, Gu Yuena, and Tang Wutong to replenish the energy of the Ice Abyss Sword.

At the very least, Lu Jun can now use more divine power!
As a result, Lu Jun's aura exploded instantly.

That's not a simple improvement, but a kind of fundamental leap.

The priest's barrier was easily pierced like paper, and the divine power fluctuations of the third-level god had just spread out when they rose wildly at an incredible speed!
Second-level god... Quasi-first-level god...

First level god!

The surge in aura did not stop at all; on the contrary, it became even more violent, eventually settling firmly at the peak level of a first-level god, solidifying like eternal, unyielding ice.

The whole process took only two or three breaths.

There were no bottlenecks, no stagnation; it was as if he was simply reclaiming what rightfully belonged to him.

Huo Yuhao narrowed his eyes, and the buzzing from the King's Sword became more rapid.

He clearly sensed that Lu Jun's breakthrough did not rely on sudden enlightenment or chance, but rather on a process akin to returning something to its source.

As long as there is enough energy to be converted into divine power, his realm can be raised endlessly.

This led Huo Yuhao to an interesting discovery: Lu Jun was very likely a powerful expert with supreme cultivation during his lifetime.

Realizing this, Huo Yuhao's fighting spirit, dormant for ten thousand years, suddenly ignited like kindling thrown into boiling oil.

"very good."

He whispered, and said no more.

Raising his arm and holding up his sword, the movements were simple to the extreme, yet they carried the supreme majesty of ruling over mountains and rivers and commanding the world.

Dominate the world!

The king's sword was pointed diagonally at Lu Jun, and a dazzling sword light burst forth from the tip of the sword. It was not a simple energy impact, but a terrifying "momentum" that combined the emperor's will, the fortune of the mountains and rivers, and the power of the laws.

The sword's momentum was like a mountain collapsing, like a celestial river pouring down, carrying an absolute domineering aura of "standing on the summit and looking down on all the mountains," pressing down on Lu Jun!

Before the sword arrives, the intent precedes it.

The few remaining massive stone pillars in the ruins groaned under the weight of the rubble, their surfaces cracked with countless fine fissures.

Faced with this supreme sword strike that could cause even an ordinary first-level deity to lose their composure and freeze their laws, Lu Jun's reaction was so simple as to be astonishing.

He simply raised his eyes and looked at the overwhelming, majestic sword aura descending upon him.

Then, a purer, more ancient, and more chilling intent surged from his body.

That was sword intent.

It is formless and intangible, yet real and true.

It is not as magnificent and domineering as Huo Yuhao's reign over the world, but it is more refined and profound, like a cold river lying dormant in the depths of the underworld, silent and still, yet enough to freeze the vitality of all things.

Two completely different sword intents collided fiercely in the void.

Huo Yuhao's majestic sword aura, as bright as the sun and covering the entire field, was like a piece of brocade struck by an invisible blade, and was silently cut in the middle!

With the sword's momentum broken, the immense energy lost its will to govern it, instantly becoming chaotic and dissipating, transforming into a howling gale.

Lu Jun's sword intent, the instant it tore apart the opponent's sword momentum, flowed upstream along the invisible crack, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, directly devouring Huo Yuhao's mind.

Huo Yuhao's pupils suddenly contracted.

Without hesitation, he slightly turned his wrist, and the King's Sword changed from a slashing strike to a parry, the blade held horizontally in front of him.

"Ding!"

A crisp, clear sound of impact rang out.

Lu Jun had already closed in with his sword at some point, the tip of the Ice Abyss Sword pointing precisely at the spine of the King's Sword.

A glint of cold light flashed at the point where the two swords clashed, instantly illuminating the fleeting astonishment in Huo Yuhao's eyes.

(End of this chapter)