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

Chapter 244 You all believe in Tang San?
Before he could finish speaking, Lu Jun suddenly twisted his wrist, which was gripping the sword!
The Ice Abyss Sword, with its blade imbued with extreme sharpness and absolute chill, slashed fiercely across Alba's chest.

The tough demonic bones, the strong demonic muscles, and even the still faintly beating heart were all cleaved in two like paper before the Ice Abyss Sword.

The deep purple demonic blood, mixed with fragments of broken internal organs, was frozen into eerie ice crystals by the terrifying cold air as soon as it spurted out.

Alba let out a deafening scream filled with endless pain, resentment, and despair.

His aura poured out wildly, instantly weakening to the extreme, as the vast life force was greedily devoured and frozen by the Ice Abyss Sword.

The screams lasted for less than half a breath.

Lu Jun exerted force with his arm again, and the Ice Abyss Sword, carrying a chilling glint, pierced through Alba's huge, terrified head from the ripped-open chest, like a guillotine executing final judgment.

"puff!"

The sword tip emerged from the top of Alba's head, bringing with it a wisp of icy blue aura mixed with brain matter.

Alba's enormous, demonic eyes, filled with resentment and fear, instantly lost all their luster and froze completely.

His massive demonic body, a symbol of the ultimate Douluo's combat power, seemed to have all its supporting blocks removed, crashing to the ground with a thud, kicking up a cloud of icy dust.

The purplish-gold scales quickly lost their luster and turned gray and cold.

The once invincible demon lord Alba has thus fallen completely, dying a humble and swift death, like an insect casually crushed.

Having killed Alba, Lu Jun seemed to have accomplished all his objectives for this trip.

The nine-layered ice crystal halo behind his head, which suppressed all the heavens, suddenly stopped spinning, and its light receded and dissipated.

The pair of ice wings that once ruled over all things behind them turned into specks of icy blue light and vanished into nothingness.

The ice crystals covering her entire body, flowing with divine radiance, faded away like melting snow, revealing beneath them a pristine white robe.

The immense divine power that enveloped the entire mountain and froze one's soul quickly subsided and vanished.

The divine radiance emanating from him had also faded considerably, and his figure had become somewhat hazy again, shrouded in a thin layer of ink. However, compared to the previous purely pixelated state, Yuanen Zhentian and the others could barely make out the outline of a tall, handsome young man with an outstanding temperament.

A mountain breeze swept by, fluttering his snow-white robes, making him appear ethereal and otherworldly.

Only the Ice Abyss Sword in his hand, with its restrained brilliance yet seemingly containing a frozen universe, and the lingering bloody and icy aura of the Demon Lord in the air, silently recounted the brief yet mind-blowing divine descent and thunderous judgment that had just occurred.

The entire Yuanen family's mountain area fell into a deathly silence once again.

All that remained were heavy breathing sounds and countless terrified, complex gazes fixed on the white-clad figure.

Lu Jun, dressed in flowing white robes, stood atop the mountain, calmly accepting the worship of Yuanen Zhentian, Yuanen Yehui, and all the Yuanen clansmen.

He could clearly sense that faint but real power of faith, like newly born fireflies, was slowly rising from each worshipper below and converging on him.

Although this force is mixed and thin, far less intense and pure than Xie Xie's, like a torch of faith, its quantity is considerable, and the convergence of trickles is quite substantial.

A barely perceptible glint of satisfaction flashed in the depths of his icy blue eyes.

A faint smile curved at the corner of his lips.

“The problem in the Demon Realm has now been resolved,” Lu Jun said, his gaze falling on Yuanen Yehui, who had just stood up and was still somewhat unsteady on his feet. His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority. “Yuanen Yehui, your cultivation has also improved. Congratulations.”

Upon hearing this, Yuan Enhui's delicate body trembled slightly, and a blush of excitement and gratitude instantly spread across her beautiful face.

She prostrated herself deeply once more, her voice filled with heartfelt devotion:
"All of this is thanks to the great God. If it weren't for your intervention, Ye Hui would have been doomed, and her family would have been destroyed. Ye Hui will remember this kindness and virtue forever."

"Thanks be to God for His grace!" "God's grace is like a second creation!"

Yuan Enzhen and his clansmen followed closely behind, their voices filled with tears of gratitude.

Their worship became more devout, and the light of their faith seemed to shine a little brighter.

However, Lu Jun frowned slightly, seemingly very dissatisfied.

His eyes, now nourished by divine energy, could clearly see that while the quantity of the gathering faith power was increasing, its quality was... extremely poor.

That pure, unwavering, and unreserved sense of dedication, and the primal power of the soul contained within it, remains pitifully thin.

Like muddy streams, even with increased flow, they are still far inferior to clear and sweet mountain springs.

“Strange…” A hint of doubt arose in Lu Jun’s heart. “Alba is dead, the scourge of the demons has been averted, and Yuan En Ye Hui has also benefited from the misfortune. Their gratitude and awe towards me are beyond doubt.”

"Why is the power of faith still so mixed and weak? It's even far less pure than what Xie Xie alone could produce?"

His gaze swept over every soul below.

He quickly grasped the key.

Deep within the souls of core powerhouses like Yuanen Zhentian and Yuanen Tianshang, as well as many elder clansmen, there exists another deeply rooted force besides reverence and gratitude towards him.

It was a gentle, vast, ocean-like imprint of faith, like an invisible anchor, firmly anchoring the core of these souls' beliefs.

This makes their faith in Lu Jun extremely weak at this moment.

This imprint's power even subtly resists the complete integration of foreign beliefs.

Lu Jun instantly understood, a knowing glint flashing deep in his icy blue eyes.

It turned out to be the case.

The Yuanen family worships the Sea God Tang San.

So even though he did a great favor, these guys genuinely worshipped him, and the power of their faith was greatly weakened because of the Sea God Tang San.

This cannot be blamed on them, because the so-called power of faith only works if they sincerely worship.

Meanwhile, the Sea God Tang San had been subtly brainwashing them from their subconscious, making them listen to his stories from a young age, and then begin to believe in him, providing him with the power of faith.

Thinking of this, Lu Jun broke his silence:

Do you still believe in other gods?

This sudden question struck everyone like a thunderbolt.

Yuan Enzhentian, Yuan Entianshang, and the others froze abruptly, their gratitude instantly replaced by a panic and astonishment as if their very souls had been laid bare.

The entire mountaintop fell silent once more, with only the mournful sound of the mountain wind whistling through the broken rocks.

Yuanen Zhentian, the leader of the Limit Douluo, even had beads of cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

His Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty. Meeting Lu Jun's all-seeing gaze, he dared not conceal anything and answered in the utmost respect, his voice dry:

"Reporting to the great deity, my Yuanen clan has worshipped the Sea God Tang San for generations, a belief that has been passed down through generations of our family."

(End of this chapter)