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

Chapter 947 The outcome is decided
After a brief silence——

An overwhelming chorus of exclamations and cheers finally erupted uncontrollably.

The sound waves swept through the ruins and soared into the sky.

"This is... Lu Jun won?!"

"The God King... that's Huo Yuhao, the God King who possesses three divine positions and rules the plane of the dead!"

"Unbelievable... A first-level god defying a god-king, and still so utterly crushing him..."

Shock, ecstasy, disbelief, exhilaration...

A variety of emotions surged among the crowd.

Lu Jun used his sword to create a miracle that exceeded everyone's comprehension.

In the center of the battlefield, Lu Jun seemed oblivious to the cheers behind him.

His gaze was fixed solely on Huo Yuhao.

A moment later, he stepped forward again and thrust out a sword.

call out--!
The sword light pierced the air silently, yet with extreme speed, like a bolt of cold lightning slicing through the heavens from the depths of hell, aimed straight at Huo Yuhao's throat.

This sword strike was devoid of any fancy moves; it was simply the purest form of stabbing.

However, the profound principles of swordsmanship contained within it, and the mastery of power, speed, angle, and timing, have reached the highest realm of returning to simplicity and the ultimate truth!
Simple and unadorned, yet utterly deadly!

Before the sword tip even arrived, Huo Yuhao felt a sharp, cold pain in his throat, as if he had been stopped by the invisible sword intent. The aura of death instantly gripped his soul!
He didn't even have time to speak, or even to think.

His survival instinct and millennia of combat experience led him to make the most extreme reaction.

The figure suddenly retreated rapidly.

The space behind him left a blurry afterimage, and in the blink of an eye, he was already a hundred meters away.

At the same time, he instinctively swung out his scarred King's Sword to block what was in front of him.

clang--!
A crisp, almost piercing, metallic clang resounded.

However, instead of the divine power collision Huo Yuhao had anticipated, there was no violent backlash.

The moment Lu Jun's Ice Abyss Sword came into contact with the King's Sword, its blade seemed to suddenly lose its hardness and become as supple as a serpent, sticking to the spine of the King's Sword.

Once again, it followed the blade with an extremely strange and cunning arc, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, and slid up in a flash, the tip of the sword aimed straight at Huo Yuhao's wrist, the lifeline of the sword-wielding man.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, flowing smoothly and naturally.

Even with the aid of mental detection, Huo Yuhao still couldn't react.

Sometimes seeing something doesn't mean you can react to it in time...

With his understanding and mastery of the sword, Lu Jun is undoubtedly the god of swordsmanship!
Huo Yuhao was horrified; a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

He suddenly gathered his strength and pulled his body upwards with all his might, like a rocket soaring into the sky, narrowly avoiding the blow that severed his wrist.

As the sword whistled past, the cuff of his sleeve was silently sliced ​​open at his wrist, leaving a faint white mark on his skin.

Still shaken, a ruthless glint flashed in Huo Yuhao's eyes. High in the air, using the momentum of his descent, he gripped the King's Sword tightly with both hands, pouring in all the remaining power of the God-King and his boiling resentment.

"Roar--"

With a low roar, the King's Sword erupted with unprecedented light, like a meteor falling to earth or a demon god wielding a scythe, carrying the terrifying power to cleave mountains and rivers and split the sky, and fiercely slashed down at Lu Jun, who was standing below holding the sword!

Where the sword passed, a dark crack was torn in the space, and the shrill sound of it tearing through the air was like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts.

Faced with this desperate counterattack and all-out sword strike, Lu Jun lightly twisted his wrist, and the Ice Abyss Sword drew a perfect arc. The sword followed his body, and he danced with the sword.

call--

In an instant, countless ice crystal flowers bloomed out of thin air, centered on him.

These are flowers of sword intent, formed purely from the condensation of sword intent and the laws of ice, with edges as sharp as divine weapons.

They were endless and densely packed, instantly filling every inch of space within a radius of a thousand meters, transforming this world into a magnificent yet deadly domain of swords!

The sword light rose, like a reversed Milky Way.

Lu Jun's figure became blurred amidst the endless ice crystal sword flowers, with only a graceful and elegant sword light, yet containing supreme domineering power, crisscrossing and splashing.

What he was demonstrating was not the technique of killing, but the pinnacle of the Way of the Sword.

Each sword strike followed a poetic trajectory, yet precisely shattered a patch of crimson sword light.

Each step was like a ruler measuring the ground, yet it cleverly avoided all the turbulent energy flows.

To the spectators, he appeared to be performing a breathtaking sword dance, graceful and effortless.

Only his opponent, Huo Yuhao, could truly understand the terrifying, sharp, and deadly killing intent hidden beneath each falling ice crystal flower and each seemingly graceful sword arc.

Boo hoo hoo hoo hoo——

The sound of swords slicing through the air was as dense as a torrential downpour on lotus leaves.

Huo Yuhao felt as if he were in a desolate place filled with invisible sharp blades.

Every powerful sword strike he unleashed was gradually weakened, pierced, and guided into nothingness by the seemingly delicate ice crystal sword flowers.

Lu Jun's counterattack, however, was like mercury spilling onto the ground, penetrating everywhere. It could suddenly pierce out from any angle of the sky full of sword flowers, aiming directly at the weakest point in his defense.

His prized God-King Defense appeared clumsy and fragile before this extremely sharp and ever-changing sword intent.

It seemed as if they could be torn apart at any moment by a wisp of sword energy carried by a gentle breeze. The sounds of fierce collisions were incessant as the two figures clashed, separated, and collided again at high speed in the air.

Sword light and blood-red gleam intertwined to form a web of destruction, slicing the sky into pieces.

However, as the collision continued—

"Crack!"

A soft but chilling sound came from Huo Yuhao's hand.

He looked down in horror and saw a clear crack slowly spreading across the blade of the King's Sword, which had accompanied him in battles for millennia and symbolized imperial power, under the countless precise strikes of the Ice Abyss Sword.

The sword is crying mournfully.

If he hadn't relied on his God-King level cultivation, which far surpassed Lu Jun's, to forcibly envelop and nurture the sword with vast divine power, this divine weapon would probably have been severed by the Ice Abyss Sword during their first clash.

At this moment, Huo Yuhao's eyes underwent a dramatic change.

The myriad emotions suppressed by the heart of the dead and annihilation suddenly broke through the dam of absolute reason.

An intense, unyielding resentment; a millennium of planning, a sliver of success, yet thwarted by this unexpected turn of events.

A deep-seated defeat; the supreme status of a god-king, the advantage of home ground, all pride was shattered by a single sword strike.

And a sense of relief, a feeling he himself hadn't even noticed.

He had to admit.

At the level of pure power, realm, and even the Dao—

He is not as good as Lu Jun.

Despite having higher cultivation levels, more divine positions, and seemingly deeper foundations.

But, it's still not as good as it is.

However, in the depths of despair that led to admitting defeat, a strange light flashed in the deepest part of Huo Yuhao's eyes.

That light was not despair, but an almost obsessive fulfillment of a wish.

He lost.

But it seems he made it through.

He held on until the moment he had been waiting for for millennia, the moment that would change the times and reverse the course of history.

Although it wasn't him.

But that's enough...

At this moment, in the center of the battlefield.

Lu Jun's sword momentum did not diminish due to his opponent's decline; on the contrary, stimulated by this peak duel, it reached an unprecedented peak of excitement.

The body moves with the sword, and the sword's intent is divine.

It flows smoothly and without any hesitation.

It was completed in one go, and it was incredibly satisfying!

That overwhelming and unstoppable sword intent, mixed with the eternal chill of the Ice Abyss Sword, transformed into a surging torrent, threatening to cleanse the universe and annihilate all enemies who stood in the way.

The sword light suddenly intensified.

Like a bright, icy moon rising from the tip of his sword, its radiance instantly illuminated the entire dark sky.

The moonlight was not warm, but icy cold, containing the destructive glint of a sword.

All darkness, shadows, and the aura of death were forcibly expelled and purified under the radiance of this sword-moon!
Amidst a sky swirling with illusory and real sword shadows, Huo Yuhao struggles to maintain his defensive barrier...

Under the sudden burst of the sword-moon's radiance, it dissipated in large swathes, like morning mist exposed to the blazing sun.

"puff--"

Huo Yuhao could no longer hold on; his defenses completely collapsed, leaving his chest wide open.

A condensed, azure sword light, as if traversing time and space, silently imprinted itself on his chest.

Lu Jun decisively swung his sword, piercing through the body!

"Ho..."

Huo Yuhao shuddered violently and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, tracing a long arc in the air before crashing heavily into the distant ruins, stirring up clouds of dust.

He struggled to get up, but felt as if his divine power was frozen like a river, and his soul was sealed by ice. He couldn't even move his fingers.

His aura plummeted instantly, becoming utterly listless.

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

Lu Jun sheathed his sword and stood atop the ruins, his white robes as pure as snow, his eyes as icy as an abyss.

In the distance, Huo Yuhao lay amidst the rubble, all traces of his former might as the God of War King gone.

The victory or defeat has been decided.

Huo Yuhao was utterly defeated.

(End of this chapter)