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

Chapter 186 Zang Xin Wants to Come to Mingdu in Person
Just as Lu Jun was forging.

The once heavily guarded and well-equipped Tang Clan Mingdu branch is now just a desolate, empty space.

Inside the vast underground space, the lights flickered, illuminating the bare alloy walls and floor.

All the instruments, equipment, experimental materials, archives, and even the furniture in the rest area...

All the valuable items that could be moved disappeared without a trace.

Not even a scrap of paper or a footprint was left on the ground; it was eerily clean, as if some force had completely erased any trace of its existence.

The air was thick with the smell of dust and a chill that seemed to seep into your bones.

A middle-aged man dressed in Tang Sect uniform, with a cold and stern face and nine gold threads embroidered on his shoulders, a titled Douluo-level expert, stood in the central hall with a livid face.

His powerful mental energy swept across the vast ruins again and again, but he could only feel a chilling emptiness and an inescapable, cold stillness.

"How could this be..." The Title Douluo's voice was hoarse with disbelief, "The entire branch... has been emptied out? Where are the people? Where is the defense system? There isn't even a trace of a struggle?"

He tried to contact the branch manager, guards, and even secret agents hidden in the shadows, but all his soul-guided communicators disappeared without a trace, and his spiritual imprint was completely annihilated.

It felt as if the entire branch had been forcibly removed from the map of Mingdu by an invisible hand.

Most importantly, the Mingdu Tangmen branch had lost contact a long time ago, and it was the Amorous Douluo who sent them to check on the branch's situation.

A chill crept up his spine and up his neck, even more intense than the cold of the ruins themselves.

He had traversed the continent for so many years, experiencing countless storms, but he had never seen such a bizarre, thorough, and traceless destruction.

This is no longer an attack, but... an erasure.

He dared not delay and immediately used the highest-level communication soul tool he carried to connect with the Tang Sect headquarters in Shrek City.

“Your Majesty, the One Who Loves You.” The titled Douluo’s voice was urgent and solemn. “A major incident has occurred at the Mingdu branch. The entire base is completely empty, utterly and utterly deserted.”

"Personnel, supplies, equipment... nothing is left!"

"The branch office has probably been completely destroyed."

On the other end of the soul communication device, Zang Xin, the amorous Douluo who was in the core secret chamber of the Tang Sect, suddenly froze from his leisurely tea-sipping action.

The white jade teacup crumbled into powder between his fingers with a snap, and the warm tea splashed onto his robe sleeves, but he was completely unaware.

"What did you say?" Zang Xin's gentle, jade-like voice instantly turned as cold as scraping iron, an indescribable chilling pressure that even through the communicator made the Title Douluo feel suffocated. "The branch... destroyed? Completely empty? How long has it been?"

"I don't know the exact time! But according to the last normal transmission record, we've been out of contact for more than seven days. The scene... the scene is terrifyingly clean, as if it had been... cleaned up by some kind of force." The Title Douluo described with difficulty.

Zang Xin fell silent.

In the brief silence, only his slightly heavier breathing, caused by extreme shock, could be heard.

The Tang Clan branch was destroyed?

Ten thousand years ago, the sect was in decline and almost suffered annihilation. It was only through the painstaking efforts of countless generations of heroes that it was able to rebuild its glory.

Since becoming a top power on the mainland once again, how many years has it been since such a vicious and thorough provocation occurred?
Even though the Mingdu branch is not a core location, how can the Tang Clan's reputation be trampled on like this?

"Stand by, seal off the scene, and no one is allowed to approach." Zang Xin's voice was resolute, devoid of any of his former suave and carefree manner, replaced only by a chilling coldness and solemnity. "I will personally go to Mingdu to check the situation on the ground."

……

Just as the Title Douluo of the Tang Sect was reporting in shock, inside the Mingdu Forging Association, Tang Wulin, who seemed to be standing obediently beside Mu Chen, was actually experiencing turbulent waves in the depths of his spiritual sea.

A wisp of Tang San's divine consciousness was suspended at the core of his sea of ​​consciousness.

Through Tang Wulin's eyes, he clearly saw Lu Jun's calm and expressionless face. However, the projected face was not majestic, but filled with deep apprehension and a trace of barely concealed fear.

Especially when Lu Jun walked towards the forging room, his seemingly casual gaze swept over Tang San, causing Tang San's projection to subconsciously tremble.

During this time, Tang Wulin stayed at the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy. Although he was happy to be close to Lu Jun, the Silver Dragon King was by his side.

Tang San didn't dare to even nod his head.

"The Ice Abyss Sword takes form." Tang San's thoughts echoed in his sea of ​​consciousness, carrying an unprecedented solemnity. "The Mingdu Branch... it really is Him. The primordial divine power contained in that Sea God projection was actually treated as a snack by Him... not even a trace was left."

Thinking of this, Tang San dared not expose himself inside Tang Wulin's body, for fear that the other party would discover him.

Tang San's feelings at this moment were anger, fear, and a hint of... relief.

He was furious that Lu Jun dared to devour the sea god projection he had left at the Mingdu branch.

That was one of the eyes and important pieces he had condensed using a great deal of divine power.

This loss pained him deeply.

However, Tang San was also very wary of the terrifying power displayed by the Ice Abyss Sword, as well as Lu Jun's incredible growth rate and combat strength after his transformation.

A Soul Master can kill a Soul Emperor and also possesses the ability to devour divine thoughts?
This is simply the ultimate form of a divine artifact.

Not to mention that there was also the equally unfathomable Silver Dragon King, Gu Yuena, who was recovering nearby.

Both of these entities posed a fatal threat to his plan to return to Douluo Continent.

This made his divine sense dare not make the slightest movement, for fear of being discovered and following in the footsteps of that projection in Mingdu.

That sliver of relief stemmed from the fact that his true self had turned misfortune into blessing in the realm of gods.

Because he had previously broken through the rules of the God Realm and unleashed his power on the Douluo Continent in order to help the Tang Sect rise and set up a large number of projected chess pieces, his divine power was severely depleted and his cultivation level dropped.

This was originally a huge loss, but by a twist of fate, it avoided a more intense conflict with the God of Destruction.

With his strength diminished, he was forced to choose temporary forbearance and compromise in the face of the aggressive God of Destruction.

"Fortunately... because my cultivation level was lowered, I didn't completely break ties with Destruction and start a fight. Instead... I was forced to bow down to him."

Tang San pondered to himself, feeling a sense of humiliation, but more so a calculation of the pros and cons.

"This has ironically led to a temporary alliance with the Goddess of Destruction and Life. Although it's frustrating, what does this humiliation matter as long as it speeds up my return to my true form?"

He thought of his father's clones gathering faith and accumulating power outside, as well as the many trump cards his main body was secretly preparing in the divine realm, and felt somewhat at ease.

"As long as I can come back..." A cold killing intent flashed in Tang San's eyes, "The mere Silver Dragon King is nothing but a worm that clings to life."

"As for that sword, humph, no matter how powerful a divine weapon is, it is ultimately an inanimate object."

"Without the guidance of a true deity, how much of its power can it unleash?"

"When my true form descends and I have the Asura Divine Sword in hand, I will shatter it completely and melt it into dust to avenge the one who devoured my projection."

"Use your primal power to enhance the artifact status of my Asura Divine Sword and the Trident of the Sea God."

He could almost see himself holding the Asura Divine Sword, stepping on the Silver Dragon King, and pointing the sword at the Ice Abyss Sword.

This belief sustained his faint divine thought, allowing it to continue to lurk silently within Tang Wulin's spiritual sea.

(End of this chapter)