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

Chapter 245 Stealing Tang San's Followers!

Upon hearing this, Lu Jun chuckled softly.

"I see."

His smile vanished abruptly, his gaze like two unsheathed ice swords piercing the depths of Yuan Enzhentian's soul, his voice suddenly rising in pitch:

"Why don't you switch your faith to me?"

"This……"

Yuan Enzhen was struck as if by lightning, his whole body trembled violently, and his face turned deathly pale instantly.

Change your faith?
This is an outrageous act that undermines the foundation of the family and desecrates ancestral teachings.

The people behind him were instantly in an uproar, their faces filled with shock, fear and disbelief.

Tang San, the Sea God, is the universally acknowledged supreme deity of the Douluo Continent for ten thousand years, and a beacon in the hearts of all Soul Masters.

How can we convert them to this powerful yet unfamiliar god?
This……

Lu Jun took in their hesitation, fear, and struggle.

He wasn't angry, but the chill in his icy blue eyes deepened.

"I'm curious. What is it that makes you so devout in your worship of the Sea God Tang San?"

"When did He ever truly help your Yuanen family?"

"When your family faced difficulties and fell into dire straits, did His noble gaze ever truly show you a single moment of pity?"

"When the corrupting forces of the Demon Realm erode your bloodline, twisting your people into monsters, and even attempting to use your homeland as a springboard to invade the entire Douluo Continent..."

Lu Jun's voice suddenly became sharp, each word like an icicle striking the ice, ringing out.

"Where is your great Sea God Tang San? Has he ever issued a single divine decree? Has he ever used his supreme divine power, even just to hold off the demonic invasion for a moment?"

Does He have it?

Lu Jun's voice echoed across the desolate mountaintop, like the tolling of a judgment bell.

Yuan Enzhen and the others were ashen-faced, their lips trembling, but they couldn't utter a single word.

Those deep-seated questions of despair, questions that had lingered even during the darkest times in the family's history, were now being laid bare and ruthlessly torn open by Lu Jun.

“No.” Lu Jun answered himself, his voice returning to its previous coldness, “He didn’t, He did nothing.”

"He is high above, sitting on a throne in the clouds, looking down at you as if you were ants in the dust."

"Because He is God, and you are mortals. Why should God care about the life and death of mortals?"

"The suffering of mortals is but a speck of dust in His long divine life, not even capable of stirring a ripple in His heart."

These words, like the sharpest ice blade, pierced the hearts of Yuan Enzhentian and the others.

It shattered their deepest, most devout, and humble fantasies about the gods.

Many members of the tribe trembled uncontrollably, feeling suffocated by the pain of their faith being questioned and belittled.

Yuan Enzhen closed his eyes in pain, his old face twitching. Lu Jun's words, though cruel, hit the nail on the head.

When their family faced annihilation, they prayed to the sea god countless times, only to be met with endless silence. When Yuanen Yehui's mother opened the demon dimension, attracting countless demons to invade, they contacted Shrek Academy, but the first to arrive were the people from the Spirit Pagoda.

Led by Hades Douluo and Ghost Emperor Douluo, the Soul Masters belonging to the Spirit Pagoda helped them repel the demons and send them back to the Demon Dimension.

On the contrary, by the time Yun Ming arrived, it was already evening, and the matter had already been resolved by the people from the Spirit Pagoda.

"My Lord God." Yuanen Zhentian raised his head, looking at the figure of the god before him, his voice hoarse, carrying a hint of desperate struggle, "You mean, the Sea God Tang San is... is an evil god?"

He asked the question as if he had used up all his strength.

"An evil god?" Lu Jun shook his head slightly. "Gods cannot be judged simply as good or bad, right or wrong. You don't need to think so highly of so-called gods."

Lu Jun didn't choose to directly criticize Tang San; if he did, it would backfire and be ridiculous.

"Gods are also people, only they are people who have mastered greater power and stand at a higher level."

“They act according to their own rules and purposes. Wherever it is in their favor, their gaze will be turned to that place, and their power will descend upon that place.”

Lu Jun's gaze swept over the distraught faces below.

"And your Yuanen family, and even all the living beings of the entire Douluo Continent, are probably just useless things in their eyes, not worth wasting even a bit of their divine power on."

These words, like a vicious curse, instantly turned the faces of all the Yuanen people from white to ashen, and the last glimmer of light in their eyes seemed to be extinguished.

This was a complete denial of their value; a sense of nothingness, more terrifying than death, gripped their hearts.

Lu Jun did not stop. He looked one last time at Alba's huge, cold corpse on the ground, Yuanen Yehui who had regained her human form and had a completely renewed aura, and the place where the Demon Gate that had been completely destroyed once stood.

"Look at all this."

"I've dealt with the Demon Dimension."

"I personally removed and purified the demonic seed within your granddaughter."

"Throughout the entire process, did you feel even the slightest bit of the will of that Sea God Tang San? Did you see even a single look of pity from Him? Did you receive even a single word of comfort from Him?"

Lu Jun's gaze, carrying a palpable icy pressure, enveloped Yuan Enzhentian:

“Answer me, Yuanen Zhentian. In your family’s darkest, most desperate, and most desperate moment, when you needed divine salvation the most, did Tang San, the sea god whom you have worshipped and devoutly believed in for generations, ever think of helping you?”

Upon hearing this, everyone present fell silent.

The suffocating silence was broken only by the howling of the mountain wind.

Yuan Enzhen suddenly raised his head, his old eyes filled with bloodshot veins, pain, confusion, the emptiness after his faith was completely torn apart, and a sense of grief and indignation at being driven to the brink of despair.

He opened his mouth, his throat bobbed, and finally, all the struggles, all the excuses, all the fortresses built by his faith were gone.

Faced with Lu Jun's cold, cruel, yet incredibly real questioning, it collapsed with a bang.

He and all the Yuanen clan members behind him looked at each other, their eyes meeting in a state of utter bewilderment and wavering.

The pillar that had sustained generations of faith in Tang San, the God of the Sea, shattered before Lu Jun's divine power and the truth.

In the air, those deep-rooted anchors of faith that originally pointed to the sea god began to shake and loosen violently.

The faint but nascent power of faith directed at Lu Jun, like seedlings nourished on the ruins of faith, began to grow brighter and more cohesive at a visible speed.

(End of this chapter)