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

Chapter 330 Gu Yuena: "What a clever way to multitask!"

Inside the Soul-Guided Train, the deathly silence was broken by heavy breathing.

Long Chen rubbed his eyes hard, then picked at his ears, staring blankly out the window at the scene shifting like a mythical epic, his mouth agape enough to fit an egg.
"I...I'm not seeing things, am I? Just now it was Title Douluos fighting a group of people, and now...how come even gods have appeared? And two of them at once?"

"One is the legendary ancestor Tang San, and the other, who is this big shot in white with an ice sword? This is too much... too outrageous!"

Xie Xie was also stunned, his grip on the dagger almost slipping from his hand, and he muttered:
"Who can argue with that? This ticket was worth it. Watching the gods clash live is a bit of a heart ache."

Xu Xiaoyan's face turned pale, and she subconsciously gripped Gu Yuena's sleeve, her voice trembling: "Won't they fight and destroy the entire continent?"

Gu Yuena patted Xu Xiaoyan's small hand and gently comforted her, "It's alright, that white-robed deity seems to have come to help us."

As she spoke, Gu Yuena's gaze involuntarily turned to Lu Jun, who was also showing great surprise.

His abilities have improved again.

He can multitask so skillfully, that's something else.

However, his actions today can also be seen as sending a message to the Federation and the Spirit Pagoda.

He, Lu Jun, is not actually a human being transformed from a divine artifact.

Someone else possesses the divine artifact.

"……clever."

After Gu Yuena figured it out, she stopped worrying about it.

The Holy Angel Martial Soul behind Le Zhengyu trembled slightly, uncontrollably, stemming from both the oppressive divine power and the instinctive repulsion against the Asura God's icy killing intent. He frowned deeply.

"But who exactly is this benevolent deity? They have never appeared in any historical records..."

When Yuan En Ye Hui saw that figure in a moon-white robe, wielding an ice sword, whose form was blurry yet gave her an incomparably familiar and reassuring feeling, her eyes instantly shone brightly. She murmured to herself, with unwavering certainty and reverence:

“It’s Him! He’s coming!”

This nameless deity, who gave her new life and strength in her most desperate moments, brought absolute reliability and miracles with every appearance.

Just as everyone was stunned by this earth-shattering change, Lu Jun seemed to have a great weight lifted off his shoulders, and his previously slightly tense body completely relaxed.

He even stretched, let out a satisfied sigh, then leisurely sat back down in his chair, crossed his legs, and wore a gleeful expression as if he was ready to watch a good show.
"Alright, alright, the danger is over, the biggest problem has been taken care of." He clapped his hands, as if dispelling non-existent dust. "Now, we can just relax and watch the show, everything's fine."

"Anyway, how could we kids who are only twelve years old possibly get involved in such high-level games?"

"Huh?" Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned, and their eyes immediately focused on Lu Jun.

Le Zhengyu couldn't help but say, "Lu Jun, you're saying everything's alright? Those are two gods! What if they start fighting..."

"It's hard to say." Wu Changkong, who was standing at the front on guard, spoke in a deep voice, his cold gaze fixed on the two gods confronting each other in the distance outside the window, the Heavenly Frost Sword humming softly in his hand.

"The scope of the conflict between the gods is unpredictable. Moreover, the identity and purpose of that white-robed god are unknown, so we cannot be completely careless."

Long Bing nodded in agreement, and the couple remained on high alert.

……

High above the window, the projection of the Asura God Tang San stared intently at the figure shrouded in icy mist. A cold laugh twisted Tang San's originally refined and righteous face. His voice boomed, carrying a malicious intent to expose the truth and disturb the other's mind, echoing throughout the heavens and earth:
"Hidden and secretive, do you really think you can hide your lowly identity forever? I won't let you have your way. Watch me tear your disguise apart completely!"

He abruptly raised his hand, pointing at the white-clad figure. Divine power surged, and his voice, like a divine pronouncement, clearly uttered the name he had chosen:
"Lu-Jun!!!"

As soon as the name was called out, Tang San's gaze sharpened like an eagle's, instantly sweeping across the stationary soul-guided train below.

He looked forward to seeing the incredible expressions of shock, fear, panic, and betrayal on the faces of those insignificant humans in the carriage when they heard that their companion, their proud genius, was actually a hidden god.

He wants to undermine their will from within!

However, the uproar, commotion, and screams that Tang San had anticipated did not occur.

The train remained quietly in place. The faces behind the windows showed no additional, intense emotional fluctuations beyond their instinctive awe of divine power and the shock of witnessing the divine battle, unlike those who had heard the earth-shattering secret.

Some people even looked a little confused and puzzled.

"???"

Tang San's dignified expression froze instantly, and several invisible question marks seemed to appear on his forehead.

"what happened?"

He instinctively assumed that Lu Jun had used divine power to instantly block the hearing of everyone in the carriage. But...
He sensed it immediately.

No!

The divine power surrounding the opponent was as calm as a deep pool, without any fluctuations emanating from it that could affect the train.

That layer of ice mist only conceals itself and has no soundproofing effect.

A strong sense of incongruity and a trace of unease welled up in Tang San's heart. He took a deep breath, and unwilling to give up, he mobilized even more divine power to pour into his voice this time.

His roar was like a thunderclap from the heavens, each word carrying the divine pressure of a god-king, enough to shatter mountains and rivers, clearly resounding throughout every corner within a radius of dozens of miles, ensuring that no one could miss it:

"Lu Jun!!! You are Lu Jun!!! This body of yours is not human at all! You are the spirit incarnation of that damned Ice Abyss Sword!!!"

The sound waves rolled on, spreading out like a real shockwave.

However, to the ears of everyone on the train—

Long Chen picked at his ear, looking annoyed.
"What's wrong with Tang San's ancestor? If he's going to fight, he's just talking without making a sound. He's chattering away like a mosquito, and we can't hear a thing he's saying!"

Xie Xie nodded in agreement:

"Exactly, exactly. I could see he looked pretty agitated. Was he saying something threatening? Unfortunately, I couldn't hear a word. It was all just static, like a bad signal."

Xu Xiaoyan said weakly:

"I think I heard him shouting something like '**'? How strange, I can't hear it at all, it's like a computer making gibberish, or is this the language of God?"

Le Zhengyu frowned, trying to discern: "Is it divine interference? It seems like something has been deliberately blurred..."

Yuan Enhui's eyes showed even greater reverence:
"Our lord's divine might is unfathomable; even the words of the God-King should not be easily heeded!"

(End of this chapter)