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

Chapter 946 Sword Slaying Huo Yuhao!
Huo Yuhao's violent tremors seemed so weak and futile in that fleeting eternity of absolute zero.

Ice crystals spread along his clothes, attempting to completely turn him into a part of this icy prison of the dead.

But Lu Jun's sword gave him no chance to break free.

With a slight turn of the wrist, the tip of the sword was lifted lightly.

"call out--!"

The sword light pierced the air, and the instant it separated from the sword, it suddenly split apart!

One becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes infinite!
The sword light twisted, expanded, and solidified in the air, eventually transforming into two ferocious and majestic ice crystal dragons! The dragons raised their heads, their whiskers bristled, and their bodies were composed of countless fine and sharp sword energy scales.

The dragon claws gleamed with a chilling light, leaving a long, azure trail that seemed to freeze the void.

It let out a silent yet soul-shaking roar and crashed towards the eternally frozen ocean of the dead.

The sword is like a dragon, carrying an overwhelming and domineering spirit that can shatter the heavens and split the earth.

"Rumble--"

The first ice crystal sword dragon crashed violently into the frozen tide of undead.

Wherever the dragon's body passed, the frozen skeletons, zombies, death knights, liches, stonewing demons, frost bone dragons... everything, no matter how powerful they were in life, no matter how hard their bones were tempered by the laws of the dead, all decomposed and vanished silently the moment they touched the sword dragon's body, like thin paper thrown into an incinerator!

With unstoppable force, the Stegosaurus carved a terrifying, bottomless ravine with smooth, mirror-like edges into the undead ice plains.

Within the ravine, there was nothing, not even the deathly aura of the dead had been swept away, leaving only the most ethereal coldness.

Huo Yuhao's frozen body is on the verge of destruction.

Although the sword dragon did not directly collide with him, the raging aftershocks of its sword energy were like countless invisible ice blades scraping across him.

The eternal ice layer on his body shattered with a "crack," and the robes beneath were torn open, freezing the golden divine blood before it could seep out.

Furthermore, a sharp sword intent that penetrated straight to his soul brutally invaded his body, frantically severing his divine power meridians and spiritual core.

"Uh--"

Huo Yuhao let out a muffled groan of pain; even the Annihilation of the Dead could not completely isolate him from the excruciating pain originating from the very source of his soul.

The ice on his body cracked like a spider web, and his struggle suddenly intensified.

And at this moment——

The second Ice Crystal Sword Dragon has arrived!

It was more refined and focused than the first one. Its dragon eyes were locked on Huo Yuhao, who was struggling in the ice, and it devoured him with Lu Jun's resolute will to destroy everything.

This time, it's a head-on attack!
Bang, bang, bang!

In the blink of an eye, a continuous, muffled explosion erupted, like the beating of a heavenly drum!
The sword dragon did not explode. Instead, it slammed its head into Huo Yuhao's body like a living drill, striking the final defense formed by the origin of the undead plane, the power of the god-king, and the shattered ice layer.

With each impact, the light surrounding Huo Yuhao dimmed slightly, his divine body trembled violently, and more frozen golden-red blood foam spilled from his mouth and nose. The defensive barrier groaned, and cracks spread wildly.

During the impact, the Stegosaurus's body continuously disintegrated and shattered, turning into the sharpest ice crystal fragments. These fragments did not dissipate; instead, as if they possessed life, they frantically drilled and cut into the cracks in the defense!
In mid-air, Lu Jun stood holding his sword.

The Ice Abyss Sword's brilliance was subdued, leaving only a faint blue dot at its tip, like a lone star in a cold night.

His tall, straight body seemed to merge with the sword, his white robes fluttering slightly in the shattered ice and crystal winds of the undead plane, making him appear aloof and independent.

He raised his eyes, looking at Huo Yuhao in the distance, struggling to withstand the impact of the sword dragon, his light flickering uncertainly. His voice was calm, yet it clearly pierced through the destructive roar:
"Thank you for sending me to your dimension."

"Here, the prying eyes of the laws of the universe are kept at bay..."

"I can finally stop being distracted by the restrictions imposed on me by the laws of the universe within me."

The moment the words left his mouth, *click*...

Click click click...

Like a mirror world shattered by a heavy hammer!

Everything that was eternally frozen—the remaining ice sculptures of the undead, the shattered ice shell of the earth, the solidified death mist, and the ice layer protecting Huo Yuhao's body—exploded from the inside out at the same instant!
"puff--!"

Huo Yuhao was struck head-on by an invisible giant hammer, his entire body was thrown backward violently, the blood spurting from his mouth drew a fierce golden-red arc in the air, and he crashed heavily hundreds of meters away, collapsing half of the base of the white bone tower.

He knelt on one knee, pressing the king's sword firmly against the ground to barely keep from falling.

He looked up, his face devoid of all indifference for the first time, replaced by an almost blank look of horror.

He gazed at Lu Jun, who was still suspended in mid-air in the distance, his white robes spotless.

In his vision, that figure seemed to grow infinitely taller and expand, becoming towering and filling the entire plane of the dead.

That was no longer just simple power, but a kind of absolute crushing force that originated from the level of life, the essence of the soul, and even the level of status!

Just two sword strikes.

He shattered the undead god kingdom that he had been so proud of for ten thousand years, and all his confidence and foundation as a god-king and the master of the plane...
He, the God King Huo Yuhao, had used all his trump cards and was fighting on his home turf, yet he was forced into such a desperate situation and beaten so badly by Lu Jun, whose cultivation level was only at the peak of the first level god!
"What...is he?"

This thought gnawed at Huo Yuhao's reason like a venomous snake.

fear?

No, in the heart of the dead, there is no fear, only cold cognition.

They realized the despairing, bottomless gap.

Just then, the entire undead plane let out its final, agonizing cry as it faced imminent collapse.

Lu Jun's two sword strikes, which nearly pierced through the core of the plane, especially the collapse of the rules caused by the final detonation of Eternity, have shaken the foundation of this kingdom of death.

A massive crack, swirling with iridescent currents, appeared in the gray sky; the earth cracked; necromantic arrays extinguished one after another; towering structures of bones collapsed in patches; and an endless aura of death began to spiral out of control and dissipate…

The plane is about to collapse!
Space twisted violently, and a pulling force came through.

The next second, on Douluo Star, above that familiar ruined battlefield.

The space rippled like water, and two figures stumbled out, one after the other.

Lu Jun landed gracefully, his breathing steady, even more profound and composed than before entering the undead plane.

He held the Ice Abyss Sword diagonally to the ground, its blade shimmering with light and exuding a chilling aura that could change the very fabric of the world.

Huo Yuhao, on the other hand, looked far more disheveled.

His robes were torn and stained with blood; his face was as pale as paper; his breathing was uneven; the king's sword in his hand had dimmed, and even the blade had several fine cracks. He barely managed to steady himself, but he couldn't hide the weakness and defeat that emanated from his very bones.

The battlefield fell silent for a moment.

All the spectators, from Tang Wutong, Di Tian, ​​and Gu Yuena to Xu Tiandi and others, witnessed this scene.

Lu Jun, with an imposing momentum, climbs higher and higher step by step.

Huo Yuhao was covered in wounds and his breath was weak.

The contrast is so stark, so...shocking.

(End of this chapter)