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

Chapter 488 Several Limit Douluos Appear, Just to Protect Lu Jun!

"I think you're the ones who are more like a bunch of evil spirit masters disguised as righteous people!"

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to waste my breath on you. I bet there's nothing else in your head besides what the Tang Sect and Shrek Academy have fed you."

Dong Zian paused, a mocking smile appearing on his face:

"Anyway, your good days are over for the Tang Clan. The Federation has officially listed you as a traitorous organization, and a full-scale crackdown on you has begun."

"The overall balance and situation are no longer tilted in your favor."

The Black-level fighter fell silent, standing still, his eyes fixed on Dong Zi'an behind his mask, as if he were weighing something.

After a long pause, he said coldly:

"You? A mere demigod-level Limit Douluo? I don't believe you can really stop all the Soul Saints and above that our Tang Sect sent to Aolai City!"

"Just a Limit Douluo?" Dong Zian raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Tsk tsk, it seems the hidden strength and combat power of your Tang Sect are truly unprecedented. You don't even care about a Limit Douluo?"

He then laughed again, a laugh tinged with amusement and deeper meaning:

"However, you don't need to worry about me not having enough manpower."

"Anyway, I'm not the only old man who was ordered to come to Aolai City today to accompany Lu Jun and his gang of youngsters."

"You should worry more about the situation of your own Tang Clan."

The Black-level fighter was suddenly jolted.

A strong sense of unease instantly gripped him.

……

Almost simultaneously, on the west side of Aolai City.

Three Black-level warriors, at the Soul Douluo level, are leading more than thirty Yellow and Purple-level warriors, surging towards Aolai City like a black tide.

Their auras merged into one, exuding murderous intent, determined to crush Lu Jun and the others.

However, just as they were about to step into the territory of Aolai City.

The space ahead distorted slightly, and several figures, as solid as rocks, silently blocked their path.

The leader was tall and had a resolute face. He held a long spear that exuded a sense of antiquity. Just by standing there, he seemed like an insurmountable mountain.

The general's stars on his epaulets shone brightly, signifying his extremely noble status.

Behind him stood twelve powerful figures, each possessing an aura as vast as the sea.

They wore uniform combat attire with a unique war god emblem on their chests.

The soul power emanating from each of them had clearly reached the level of a Title Douluo.

The Vice Hall Master of the War God Hall, the Heavenly Douluo Guan Yue, and the twelve War Gods under his command.

Thirteen of the Federation's top titled Douluo powerhouses personally descended, just to block the way.

Guan Yue's gaze swept across the Tang Clan members before her, whose expressions had drastically changed, and she said in a deep voice:

"The Speaker's calculations are quite accurate. He had long anticipated that once your Tang Clan discovered that Lu Jun had left Mingdu, they would be like hyenas smelling blood, sparing no expense to send out a large number of people to intercept him."

"But it doesn't matter, we've been waiting here for quite some time anyway."

He pointed his Sky-Piercing Spear forward, its tip gleaming coldly, locking onto the three Black-Rank Fighters:
"The rules are simple. Those with a Soul Saint cultivation level or above should not even think about entering. As for those below the Soul Saint level... you can enter freely, we will not stop you."

Upon hearing this, the three Black-level fighters and the numerous Tang Clan members behind them were shaken to their core, as if struck by lightning.

It's Xu Tiandi again, that damned Federal Speaker, he's already set up a trap!

He deliberately sent Lu Jun and the others out; it was all a trap!
A trap to lure out all the Tang Clan experts and then strike them with precision.

Realizing this, the several Black-level fighters felt a chill run from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads. They hurriedly grabbed their communication soul tools and reported this astonishing turn of events to headquarters, their voices trembling.

……

North of Aolai City.

The same situation is unfolding. Seven Black-level fighters, leading more than a dozen Yellow and Purple-level fighters, came in with great momentum, only to be blocked by two seemingly leisurely figures.

There was a man and a woman. The man's appearance was seven or eight parts similar to that of Qian Gu Dongfeng, the master of the Spirit Pagoda, but he looked younger and had a more calm and profound temperament. He was Qian Gu Qingfeng, the elder brother of Qian Gu Dongfeng, who was known as one of the pillars of the Spirit Pagoda!
The woman standing beside him was pretty and gentle, with a faint, warm smile on her face that made it impossible to guess her actual age.

She and Qian Gu Qingfeng held hands tightly, their posture intimate and inseparable, like a pair of celestial lovers.

However, the invisible pressure emanating from them made all the Black-level fighters in front of them tremble with fear and dare not make the slightest move.

Qian Gu Qingfeng took the lead and stepped forward without any unnecessary words, raising his right hand towards the sky.

In an instant, nine soul rings rose from beneath his feet.

The configuration of those spirit rings made everyone who saw them gasp in astonishment: six black and three red! He actually possessed three 100,000-year spirit rings!

His wife, a gentle woman, smiled slightly and sat down cross-legged in the void. On her lap appeared a miniature guzheng, pure white and emitting a faint mist.

Nine spirit rings also emanated from her body. Although they were not as amazing as the spirit ring configuration of Qian Gu Qingfeng, the last spirit ring was a red 100,000-year spirit ring!
Qian Gu Qingfeng's wife is none other than Han Yun Douluo, Xia Zheng Leng, a powerful figure of equal renown to him.

Another Limit Douluo is blocking the way!
Although Xia Zheng's cultivation level was somewhat lacking, only at level ninety-seven, it was still at the level of a top expert.

Two of the Spirit Pagoda's top experts are stationed here!

A flash of light appeared in Qian Gu Qing Feng's hand, and a huge battle halberd wrapped in dark red infernal flames appeared out of thin air—the Infernal Halberd!

He held his halberd and casually swept it forward, causing the space around him to slightly distort.

"This road is closed." Qian Gu Qingfeng's voice was calm yet carried an undeniable authority. "The rules are the same. Those at or below the Soul Saint level may enter. Those above the Soul Saint level, please stay here and watch a good show with us."

These words completely chilled the hearts of all the Tang Clan members present.

Their faces were ashen, and they frantically began to relay this hopeless message to headquarters.

The top experts of the Spirit Pagoda have also made their move!

No one knows exactly how much effort the Federation and the Spirit Pagoda have put into this, or what their ultimate goal is.

But one thing is very clear: Lu Jun is the invaluable bait that lures them like moths to a flame!

……

South of Aolai City.

The last group of Tang Clan members, also led by several Black-level fighters, attempted to break into Aolai City from the south.

However, what awaited them was an old man with white hair and beard, but whose back was as straight as a pine tree.

He was dressed in a crisp federal general's uniform, the three stars on his epaulets gleaming majestically in the sunlight.

Commander of the Southern Legion of the Federation, current patriarch of the Holy Angel Family, Level 99 Demigod Limit Douluo, Angel Douluo, Le Zheng'en!

Le Zheng'en merely stared expressionlessly at the uninvited guests, his gaze indifferent, as if he were looking at a group of ants. He spoke slowly, his tone carrying supreme authority:
"If it weren't for that old fellow Xu Tiandi personally inviting me, and the fact that my good-for-nothing son Le Zhengyu really needs someone to keep an eye on him..."

"Hmph, whatever. Anyway, I'd be more than happy to deal with you bunch of parasites from the Tang Clan."

He paused, his tone turning icy:
"I'm sure everyone else has already told you the rules. I'll repeat them again: Anyone below the Soul Saint level can enter freely. As for those above the Soul Saint level... well, you'll have to stay here and watch from the sidelines, and see how the strength of today's young people is going."

At this moment, all the Tang Clan members who attempted to attack from the south turned from blue to purple, and finally turned into a liver color.

The boundless frustration and anger almost ignited them, but faced with the absolute strength of a Limit Douluo, they couldn't even muster the slightest thought of resistance.

(End of this chapter)