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

Chapter 487 Dong Zian Blocks the Way

Even she couldn't help but feel a hint of shock when she saw this.

In the air, the twelve Tang Clan experts who had been so imposing, including the three powerful Soul Saints, were now... completely wiped out.

Frozen dust still lingered in the air, while the ground was littered with frozen limbs and fragments of broken battle armor.

Lu Jun, dressed in pristine white robes, hovered silently in mid-air, the Ice Abyss Sword in his hand pointing diagonally at the ground, a drop of frozen blood slowly dripping from its tip.

He remained calm, as if he had just done something insignificant.

A Soul Emperor, having defeated three Soul Saints, several Soul Emperors, and numerous Soul Kings, emerged unscathed...

Such a record is terrifying!
Its high value is enough to shake the entire Soul Master world.

Wu Siduo looked up at the figure in white robes and wielding a blue sword, her beautiful eyes involuntarily revealing an undisguised shock and admiration.

That unparalleled demeanor, capable of single-handedly holding off a thousand armies and looking down upon the world, was like the deepest imprint, deeply engraved in the depths of her mind, causing her heart to beat a little faster for no reason.

Gu Yuena flashed to Lu Jun's side, standing shoulder to shoulder with him. A hint of solemnity crossed her pretty face as she gazed at the distant horizon.

"More members of the Tang Sect's Soul Fighting Hall are approaching from afar; their auras are mixed, and there are quite a few of them. What do you mean?"

Lu Jun's gaze, however, seemed to casually sweep over a patch of shadow not far away, and he whispered:
"You noticed it too? That commander of the Western Legion has been watching from the shadows the whole time. He was probably instructed by the Federation's higher-ups."

Gu Yuena nodded slightly:
"Hmm, although his aura is well concealed, spatial fluctuations cannot escape my perception. It seems that the Federation and the Spirit Pagoda intend to use this opportunity to train us, rather than simply protecting us."

"Indeed."

Lu Jun nodded, then his gaze sharpened as he looked in another direction, his tone becoming more serious.

"However, what's coming next is no small fry. A Contra-level powerhouse is rushing towards us at full speed from afar, his aura locked onto us."

Gu Yuena's pretty face changed slightly:
"Contra? You really think you can handle that? What if we get exposed..."

She seemed to be implying that Lu Jun's use of certain trump cards would attract unnecessary attention.

"Will not."

Lu Jun shook his head, appearing very certain:

"Since the Federation and the Spirit Pagoda intend to provide us with a stage to train us, they will never allow opponents who are beyond their capabilities to appear."

"I'm sure that there will be someone to help us stop any experts at the level of Three-Word Battle Armor Master or above."

"On the contrary, the three stages of Soul Masters—Soul King, Soul Emperor, and Soul Saint—are the 'test' left for us."

He paused, turned around, and addressed the crowd below, who had just finished their battle and were both excited and slightly exhausted:

"We shouldn't stay here any longer. Let's retreat back to Aolai City and settle Uncle and Aunt in the mecha cockpit, which is the safest place. Then we can prepare to welcome the next group of guests."

"it is good!"

Everyone responded in unison, without any objection.

Having just experienced the battle, they had an almost blind trust in Lu Jun's judgment and strength.

The group immediately protected Tang Ziran and his wife, and quickly retreated into Aolai City. ...

At the same time, dozens of miles east of Aolai City, a black streak of light was breaking through the sky at an astonishing speed.

The newcomer wore a black cloak embroidered with gold thread, and his face was covered by a cold black metal mask.

He was a Black-level fighter, a higher rank, within the Tang Sect's Fighting Soul Hall.

Those who can reach the Black level are at least at the level of a Soul Douluo, and the vast majority of them possess powerful three-word battle armor.

They are the core combat force and top fighters of the Tang Sect in the true sense.

He received the latest emergency communication, learning that Lu Jun and others had actually killed more than twenty members of the Soul Fighting Hall in a short period of time, including several Soul Saint-level Purple-rank Fighters!
This loss has truly angered the Tang Clan's higher-ups!

Especially since the higher-ups had given a direct order: Lu Jun and his group had already left the protected area of ​​Mingdu and were now in the small and remote area of ​​Aolai City. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

At all costs, the entire army must be mobilized to kill everyone except Lu Jun and Tang Wulin.

As for Lu Jun and Tang Wulin, they naturally had to be captured alive.

Thinking of the generous resource rewards that would be enough for him to break through to the Title Douluo level after completing this task, the Black-level fighter felt a burning desire in his heart, and his speed increased by three points.

However, just as he was about to reach the outskirts of Aolai City and could already see the city's outline.

In the middle of the empty road ahead, a figure appeared out of nowhere.

The man was dressed in a crisp federal general's uniform, the stars on his epaulets gleaming in the sunlight.

He crossed his arms, seemingly with a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, looking languidly at the scenery, but he happened to be blocking the path that the Black-level fighter was destined to take.

Sensing the undisguised, terrifying aura lurking like a prehistoric beast, the Black-Rank Fighter felt a sudden chill, his speed decreased abruptly, and he hovered in the air.

When he saw the person's face clearly, his expression under the mask changed drastically.

"Dong... Dong Zi'an?! Commander of the Western Legion?"

His voice, coming through the mask, carried an uncontrollable horror.

Dong Zi'an spat out the grass stalk in his mouth, cheerfully raised his head, and looked at the Black-level fighter in the air who seemed to be facing a formidable enemy. His tone was as relaxed as if he were greeting someone, but his words sent a chill down the Black-level fighter's spine:
"Heh, this road is blocked. Sorry, this member of the traitorous organization."

"Our Federation's kids are conducting live-fire exercises inside. Unauthorized personnel, especially older guys above the Contra level, should stay away from the fun."

Faced with Dong Zian's lazy yet firm obstruction, the face beneath the mask of the Black-level Fighter was so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.

He stared coldly at the other man, his voice coming through the mask, carrying suppressed anger and a self-righteous sense of justice:
"A traitorous organization? What a joke! My Tang Sect has diligently protected the Douluo Continent for tens of thousands of years, eradicating evil soul masters and maintaining peace on the continent!"

"On the contrary, it is your Sun Moon Federation and the Spirit Pagoda that have been protecting evil spirit masters and indiscriminately killing innocent people in recent years, and have even condoned the existence of evil martial spirits like Lu Jun, who have the characteristics of devouring soul power and flesh and blood!"

"What are your true intentions? Who is the real traitor?"

Dong Zian picked at his ear, looking like he couldn't be bothered to listen to any more nonsense, and said with a smirk:
"Come on, you Tang Sect and Shrek Academy, you always use the same old clichés. They sound noble and righteous, but what's the reality? Who's slaughtering civilians of our Federation in broad daylight? Who's kidnapping innocent citizens?"

(End of this chapter)