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

Lu Jun sheathed his sword and stood there, his white robes still pure as snow, untouched by dust.

He lightly touched the ice with his toes, and his figure gracefully landed in front of Gu Yuena, Xie Xie, Long Chen and the others.

Seeing the complex emotions of excitement, admiration, and relief in his companions' eyes, he simply smiled, his tone as casual as if he had merely swatted a few annoying flies:
"Alright, all the small fish have been cleaned up."

On the ice field, the brief silence was like the calm before a storm.

"Brother Lu!"

Xie Xie was the first to unleash a deafening roar, like lighting the fuse of an explosive device, instantly igniting everyone's suppressed emotions.

"We won! We won! Brother Lu is invincible!"

Long Chen was so excited that his face turned red. He waved his arms and pounced on Lu Jun, wishing he could give him a bear hug.

The rest of the team erupted in cheers. The elation of surviving a disaster, the worship of absolute power, and the catharsis of suddenly relaxing their tense nerves transformed into deafening cheers that instantly engulfed the cold battlefield.

The crowd swarmed forward, surrounding Lu Jun. Xie Xie and Long Chen, one on each side, unceremoniously hooked their arms around his neck and slapped his back forcefully.

The other team members also excitedly gathered around, expressing their excitement and admiration all at once, and some even cried tears of joy.

Lu Jun's body stiffened slightly. He was never used to such passionate and outward expression of emotion, especially such intimate physical contact.

A rare look of embarrassment and awkwardness crossed his face. He tried to maintain his balance, his gaze unconsciously drifting to the aloof and detached figure outside the crowd, seeking a way out of the predicament.

Gu Yuena stood quietly to one side, her skin appearing even whiter and more translucent against the backdrop of the snow.

She didn't rush over like the others; instead, she slightly raised the corners of her lips, forming a faint but genuine smile. Her beautiful eyes shimmered with complex emotions: concern, relief, and perhaps even a hint of barely perceptible pride.

However, she deliberately ignored Lu Jun's pleading look, even turning her head slightly as if admiring the glistening icicles in the distance, and the corners of her mouth seemed to curve upwards a little more.

Lu Jun: "..."

He sighed helplessly in his heart, and could only grit his teeth and endure his companions' enthusiastic "torture" with a stiff demeanor.

This unreserved trust and reliance, like a warm current, quietly melted away the icy chill around him.

Just then, his mind stirred slightly, and a strange change occurred in his perception.

From Xie Xie, Long Chen, and every team member, even from Tang Wulin, who was also a little further away and whose emotions were equally agitated and complex, faint strands of extremely fine yet incredibly pure energy could be seen emanating from them.

These threads, tinged with a pale gold, contained pure and intense positive emotions such as joy, worship, gratitude, and trust. They disregarded physical distance and silently flowed into his body, merging into his soul core and spiritual sea.

An indescribable sense of warmth and fulfillment quietly spread, as if parched land had been nourished by sweet rain. Even the soul power and mental energy consumed in the battle were recovering rapidly, and even the perception of the surrounding elements became clearer and more acute.

"The power of faith?"

Lu Jun was taken aback, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

"I never expected that, unintentionally, without any deliberate effort, the entire team, including Wu Lin... would spontaneously begin to provide me with this kind of power?"

"The range seems to extend beyond this point; it appears that faint traces of similar energy are also converging in certain areas of the Douluo Continent..."

He carefully sensed the golden threads flowing into his body. "This seems to be more than just pure faith; it's more like an ultimate recognition, admiration, and a spiritual yearning and dependence..."

"But whatever its true nature, as long as this strong emotional connection is established, it can provide me with this strange power? This mechanism is indeed domineering..."

Lu Jun pondered to himself, feeling both amazed and somewhat bewildered by this inexplicably appearing power.

"It seems I need to find some time to study the mysteries of this power of faith."

Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away from Mingdu, in the penthouse suite of the most luxurious hotel in a bustling small town.

A handsome man who looked to be around thirty years old, wearing the Shrek Academy uniform, stood with his hands behind his back by the window, his brows furrowed and his expression serious.

He is none other than Lan Muzi, the chief disciple of Shrek Academy's inner court.

Beside him was a woman of similar age, about 1.7 meters tall, with average looks but a gentle temperament, Tang Yinmeng, the senior disciple of the inner courtyard.

The shrill ring of the communicator shattered the silence of the room. Lan Muzi quickly answered, and a haughty, cold voice came from the other end:
"You're Lan Muzi, the senior disciple from Shrek Academy's inner court? This communication code is correct, isn't it?"

Lan Muzi's face darkened, suppressing her displeasure:

"It seems you are also a fellow member of the Tang Clan who has just returned from the Eastern Continent. But please watch your words and maintain basic respect."

"Hmph," the person on the other end of the communication scoffed, full of disdain, "Alright, enough nonsense. I have something to inform you: the operation sent to hunt down Gu Yuena's team has ended."

An ominous premonition rose in Lan Muzi's heart:

"Who gave you permission to act without authorization? The latest order from the Sea God Pavilion Master is for all parties to assemble first and discuss the matter at length! What exactly are you Tang Clan people from the Eastern Continent trying to do?!"

His tone was clearly tinged with anger.

In recent years, the Tang Clan of the Eastern Continent has expanded its power rapidly and achieved remarkable results, suppressing the local federal branch and plundering a large amount of resources and cultivating many experts. However, this is by no means a reason for them to disregard orders and act arbitrarily!

"Something's happened." The voice on the other end of the communicator suddenly turned somber, filled with suppressed anger and disbelief. "Six three-word Battle Armor Masters have all perished there, including Tang Fan and Tang Yu. They were the two strongest members of the team we brought back from the Eastern Continent this time."

"you……!"

Lan Muzi was shocked and furious. She was about to rebuke the other party for his recklessness and incompetence when she was interrupted by his next words.

"The operation was going very smoothly, and it seemed that Gu Yuena and the others were about to be driven into a corner. Unfortunately, Lu Jun, who had been out of contact for a long time, appeared."

"Lu Jun?!"

Lan Muzi's pupils contracted, and her expression instantly became extremely solemn, her previous anger replaced by intense vigilance.

"He has finally shown himself. Immediately, have the remaining members of your Tang Clan arrive at the designated coordinates and join us as quickly as possible. We must concentrate our forces and annihilate them with overwhelming force. We cannot afford any further complications. Even if the Federation intervenes, we cannot afford to worry about it!"

"Hmph, that's a more palatable statement."

The person on the other end of the communication line responded with a cold laugh, then hung up. (End of Chapter)