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

Chapter 190 The Ghost Emperor Douluo Settles Down and Starts a Family?
"You...!" Zang Xin was so enraged by these repeated humiliations that his hair stood on end. The light on his Amorous Sword flickered, and the pressure of the Limit Douluo rose again, locking onto Leng Yulai.

Leng Yulai, however, remained unfazed, even floating forward a short distance to look down at Zang Xin. Her voice suddenly turned cold, carrying a blatant threat:

"What? Are you so angry you want to fight? I advise you to think carefully. If you insist on attacking, I'll not bother with any questions..."

She paused, then uttered the name that made Zang Xin's heart clench, word by word:
"The one coming later won't be me. It will be... Hades Douluo!"

The words "Pluto Douluo" struck Zang Xin's heart like a heavy hammer.

The tragic scene of last year's Maple Leaf City incident flashed before my eyes instantly. Hades Douluo Harosa, all by himself, overwhelmed all forces, including his own, and was invincible with overwhelming ferocity.

That unparalleled, terrifying strength, that despairing aura of death—even now, the memory still sends shivers down his spine.

If Harosa were to come in person...

He probably really did die on the spot.

Zang Xin's expression shifted constantly, a mixture of anger, humiliation, and fear.

He gripped the amorous sword tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Ultimately, reason prevailed over boiling anger.

He knew that completely breaking ties with the Spirit Pagoda at this moment, especially when facing the Ghost Emperor and the Dark Phoenix after its breakthrough, and then bringing in the Underworld King, would be a very unwise move.

"Hmph." Zang Xin squeezed out a cold snort full of resentment and anger through his teeth, and glared fiercely at Leng Yulai and Gui Yan, his gaze seemingly trying to etch the two into the depths of their souls.

He fell silent, too lazy to even exchange pleasantries, and abruptly flicked his sleeve.

Space distorted, and his figure instantly transformed into a streak of light, disappearing into the vast night without looking back, leaving only the lingering energy ripples in the spot.

"Pooh."

Looking in the direction where Zang Xin disappeared, Leng Yulai's icy expression instantly turned into undisguised contempt and disgust, and she spat into the air.

"This is the Tang Clan? When they can't beat someone, they call in a powerful backer; when they can't get a powerful backer, they run away with their tails between their legs without even saying goodbye? They're trash, a disgrace to their ancestors."

Her mockery sounded particularly jarring above the silent ruins.

Upon hearing this, Gui Yan let out a low, gloomy, eerie laugh that sent chills down one's spine.

The retreat of the Amorous Douluo undoubtedly gave the Spirit Pagoda a significant advantage in this contest.

The ruins of this Tang Clan branch, now completely erased, appear even more eerie and desolate under the cover of night.

Now that the Amorous Douluo Zang Xin has left, the frenzied battle intent on Gui Yan's body has also receded like the tide. The huge ghost king phantom has silently dissipated, leaving only a few eerie green ghost flames dancing on the edge of his black robe, reflecting on that pale and eerie mask.

He raised his head, and the will-o'-the-wisp behind the mask turned its gaze to Leng Yulai, who was suspended in mid-air like a queen of the night.

"Hehehe..." He let out a low laugh, no longer the previous manic provocation, but with a hint of congratulations, "Little Sister Leng, congratulations."

"It hasn't been that long since we last met, yet you've already reached the peak of level ninety-eight. Such talent and such progress truly make us ashamed."

"It seems that it won't be long before the position of deputy tower master of the Spirit Pagoda changes hands, hehehe..."

"Truly worthy of being from a long-established and prestigious family within the Spirit Pagoda."

Leng Yulai's icy phoenix eyes swept over him, showing no sign of softening despite the flattery; her gaze remained cold and unapproachable.
"Your Majesty the Ghost Emperor is too kind. As for cultivation, it will naturally come to fruition."

Her voice was flat, revealing neither joy nor anger.

However, she was still very polite when facing Gui Yan.

It simply carries a sense of keeping a respectful distance.

There was no way around it; she knew this Ghost Emperor Douluo's character and personality very well.

Putting aside his reputation for being a playboy, it seems that his childhood experiences have made this Ghost Emperor Douluo's personality extremely twisted. Although he treats his own people very well, he is extremely cruel to his enemies, so cruel that even his accomplices like Leng Yulai are somewhat afraid of him.

On one occasion, Leng Yulai witnessed the Ghost Emperor break off an enemy's head, then shove his hands into his neck and his feet into his anus, and even took a picture to commemorate the moment...

Thinking of this, Leng Yulai's delicate body trembled, and she almost vomited.

The characteristic of a cheerful person can be said to be the most admirable quality of Ghost Emperor Douluo.

Gui Yan seemed completely unconcerned by her coldness, tilting his mask slightly as if he were sizing her up, the eerie green flames flickering with a hint of gossip.

"Hehe, it's certainly something to celebrate that Little Sister Leng has made such good progress in her cultivation. But..."

He abruptly changed the subject, his tone becoming somewhat flippant:

"Young Miss Leng is so stunningly beautiful and possesses such extraordinary strength, I wonder... has she found a suitable match?"

"On this long road of cultivation, one needs a close companion to keep one company, don't you think?"

For the first time, a noticeable crack appeared on Leng Yulai's stunningly beautiful face, which had maintained its icy expression for millennia.

Her lips twitched violently at an extremely unnatural frequency.

In those deep, dark phoenix eyes, the icy coldness almost solidified into tangible ice needles that shot out.

She abruptly turned her head, her gaze sharp as a knife as she looked at Gui Yan, her voice icy cold:

"Gui Yan, even if I, Leng Yulai, remain single until the end of time and the universe is destroyed, there is absolutely no way I would ever date a pervert like you."

The last two words were practically squeezed out through gritted teeth, filled with undisguised disgust and contempt.

"Cough cough cough..." Gui Yan was choked by the merciless rebuke and coughed dryly. The ghost fire on his mask shook violently a few times, making him look a bit disheveled.

He quickly waved his hand, his voice revealing a hint of grievance and a flustered eagerness to clarify.

"Oh dear, Miss Leng, it's a misunderstanding, a huge misunderstanding!"

"Do you think I, Gui Yan, am the kind of person who is so ignorant and arrogant as to covet Leng Xiaomei's beauty?"

"I'm just showing concern, like an elder showing care for a younger generation, you understand?"

He seemed afraid Leng Yulai wouldn't believe him, so he raised his voice a few decibels, with an eagerness to prove his innocence:

"Moreover, I, Gui Yan, have long been married and have a virtuous wife. We live in harmony and love. I swear to God that I have no other intentions."

"Young Miss Leng, you are so beautiful, if my wife hears this... um... I'm afraid I'll have to kneel on the floor for days."

Gui Yan seemed to have imagined some extremely terrifying consequences. He gasped, even the ghostly flames around him shrank, and his voice trembled with lingering fear:

"Not only that, she, she's probably really going to suspect that I, Gui Yan, have done something to betray her outside. She'll probably chase me for 30,000 miles with a knife. How am I supposed to live like that? Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle."

Leng Yulai: "???"

This time, not only did her lips twitch, but the corners of her eyes and her delicate eyebrows also began to twitch violently and uncontrollably.

For the first time, an emotion of disbelief and utter absurdity clearly surfaced in her cold phoenix eyes.

Settling down and starting a family?

A married man?

Does your family have a virtuous wife?

A harmonious blend of music and poetry?

Do these words have any connection whatsoever to the Ghost Emperor Douluo in front of us, who wears a pale ghost mask, is surrounded by eerie green flames, laughs so loudly that he can scare children to tears, and is cruel and perverse in his methods?
Brother, these words sound so unfamiliar coming from your mouth.
(End of this chapter)