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

Chapter 225 Lu Jun is about to start playing tricks.
Undeterred by his boiling killing intent, Yuan Enhui unleashed his soul power into the demonic sword with a thunderous strike.

However, just as her power reached its peak and she was about to unleash a fatal blow, the blurry, pixelated figure seemed to move slightly.

A single word, clear, calm, seemingly carrying a strange rhythm, yet containing an unquestionable absolute will, resounded directly in Yuanen Yehui's mind without warning:
"retreat."

This word was like an invisible hammer, or a law that froze time and space, making Yuanen Yehui feel an indescribable and overwhelming terrifying power descend upon her in an instant.

This force was not a soul power impact, but rather a suppression of rules originating from a higher level.

The boiling soul power within her body was instantly frozen and solidified as if it had been thrown into an absolute zero cold current.

The majestic phantom of the Fallen Angel Martial Soul behind him let out a silent wail, crumbling into nothingness like a shattered mirror.

The longsword in his hand, which had been burning with demonic flames, dimmed instantly. The demonic flames went out, and it seemed to turn into a piece of ordinary iron, falling onto the bed with a clatter.

She herself was pushed backward by an invisible, gentle yet irresistible force, her back slamming heavily against the cold wall with a dull thud.

She was pinned to the wall, unable to move, and couldn't even bend a finger.

It all happened so fast.

From the moment the martial spirit possessed him to the moment it was forcibly removed, the weapon was taken from his hand, and he was suppressed, the entire process took less than a breath.

Yuan Enhui stared wide-eyed, her eyes filled with nothing but boundless horror, intently fixed on the figure that was still hovering beside the desk, its outline indistinct.

Her heart was pounding in her throat, and an unprecedented fear gripped her.

What power is this?
One word, just one word!

So they left this Soul Master, who possessed a top-tier martial soul, utterly powerless to resist?

This was beyond her understanding of the power of a Soul Master.

"You...who are you?"

Yuan Enhui's voice trembled slightly with extreme fear and anger, carrying a barely perceptible hoarseness.

With his back pressed against the cold wall, his body trembled slightly from fear and the invisible oppression, but his eyes were fixed on the figure, trying to maintain his last bit of stubbornness and vigilance.

"How did you get in? This is the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy! If you don't leave now, I'll notify the teachers and guards immediately! They'll be here soon!"

She tried to bolster her courage with the academy's authority, even though she knew that the power the other party displayed was something that even the academy's titled Douluo might not be able to achieve so easily.

Inside the room, the dim yellow light seemed to flicker under the invisible pressure.

The blurry figure composed of icy blue light spots silently watched Yuan En Ye Hui, who was pinned to the wall and appeared fierce but was actually weak.

The air seemed to freeze, leaving only Yuan Enhui's rapid and suppressed breathing.

Finally, Lu Jun, as revealed on the token, spoke:
"Actually, there were other reasons why your grandfather crippled your father and killed your mother."

These words pierced Yuanen Yehui's deepest, most painful wound.

"What do you know?" Yuan Enhui was instantly ignited. Fear was overwhelmed by raging anger and deep-seated grief. She screamed desperately, her voice sharp and distorted with excitement, filled with tearing pain.

"Even if there's a huge reason, they're still his own son and daughter-in-law. How could he do that? How could he be so cruel? You don't understand at all! You don't understand anything!"

Tears welled up uncontrollably again, mixed with anger and resentment.

Faced with Yuan Enhui's hysterical questioning, Lu Jun remained calm, as if stating a fact unrelated to himself:

"Because your mother has been planted with the seeds of evil."

Lu Jun paused, his invisible gaze seemingly piercing through Yuan En Hui's body. "Including you, it's the same."

"The seed of a demon?"

Yuan Enhui's screams stopped abruptly, as if she had been choked.

The unfamiliar term instantly calmed her down a bit, but a huge sense of absurdity and anger at being fooled rose up again.

She suppressed her turbulent emotions, her eyes sharp as knives, trying to pierce through the blurry mosaic to see the true face behind it, her voice icy and chilling:

"You charlatan! What exactly do you want from me? Power? Martial spirit? Or..."

"Your trust."

Lu Jun interrupted him directly.

"trust?"

Yuan Enhui was stunned. Before she could even grasp the meaning of those two words, the blurry figure suddenly moved.

He slowly raised one hand, and the blurry arm made of light spots extended an equally blurry index finger, pointing at Yuan Enhui's forehead from a distance of several meters.

The moment that finger touched the ground, Yuan Enhui felt as if his soul had been gripped by an invisible, cold giant hand.

The Fallen Angel Martial Soul within her body, like an ice block thrown into scalding lava, began to boil and tremble violently out of control.

A cold, filthy, and insatiable force, hidden deep within the origin of her martial soul and never before perceived by her, stirred and churned violently, like a sleeping venomous snake being forcibly awakened.

A sharp pain originating from the depths of my soul and a strong feeling of nausea instantly swept over my entire body.

Yuan Enhui groaned, his body convulsed violently, and his forehead was instantly covered with a fine layer of cold sweat.

The feeling was so vivid.

It was as if another evil consciousness was lurking within her proud martial spirit, and was now being forcibly exposed by external forces.

Lu Jun's blurry finger simply touched it lightly before withdrawing it.

The terrifying feeling of having one's soul squeezed and the intense agitation of the martial spirit also disappeared.

Yuan Enhui gasped for breath, his face as pale as paper, his back completely soaked in cold sweat, and slid down the cold wall, collapsing onto the floor.

The feeling she experienced just now was more terrifying than death itself.

That strange object hidden deep within the origin of the martial spirit...

Could it be the so-called seed of evil?
The room fell into dead silence. Yuan Enhui lowered her head, her body still trembling slightly. The massive information shock and the soul-stirring sensation she had just experienced left her mind in chaos.

Lu Jun's calm voice rang out again:

"You and your mother both possess the Fallen Angel Martial Soul, which was originally a powerful top-tier Martial Soul. However, this power was secretly tampered with by certain beings, who implanted the seed of this demon."

"It lurks, parasitizes, and will eventually completely corrupt its host, opening a portal to the demonic dimension and turning the host into a vessel for its descent. This is the root of your family's tragedy."

"This is not your fault, nor is it the fault of your mother, grandfather, or even your whole family."

"Your tragedy was created by demons in a distant demon plane."

(End of this chapter)