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

Cao Dezhi, suppressing his grief, stepped forward and spoke in a hoarse voice:
“Yun Ming, this matter… cannot be entirely blamed on you. It was us… we all underestimated Lu Jun. Who could have imagined that he could slaughter all the thousand Soul Masters we had gathered together without using any divine artifacts, relying solely on his own strength?”

"This strength has exceeded all reason and all our expectations!"

Zang Xin also knelt down with a thud, tears streaming down his face, his expression filled with regret and shame:

"No, it's my fault. If I hadn't been so stubborn and proposed this so-called plan, if I hadn't underestimated Lu Jun's threat and insisted on pushing this operation forward..."

"No one will send out those thousands of Soul Kings, Soul Emperors, and Soul Saints to besiege Lu Jun."

“All those who died were the future hope of my Tang Sect and Shrek Academy. They were all... just like that, they were all destroyed by my stupidity. I am a sinner, I am the eternal sinner of the sect. I have failed the expectations that our ancestor Tang San had for us.”

Upon seeing this, Cao Dezhi also knelt down heavily.

In an instant, under the golden ancient tree, the highest leaders of Shrek Academy and Tang Sect knelt on the ground, and the air was filled with suffocating grief and despair.

Thousands of elite Soul Masters, ranging from Soul King to Soul Saint!
This represents the core strength reserves of the two major powers for the next fifty years.

The destruction of the entire nation in the first war has created a devastating fault line!

In addition, Shrek Academy's enrollment has been unsuccessful in recent years, with a shortage of promising young talents. This has undoubtedly made matters worse, pushing Shrek Academy and Tang Sect into an unprecedented abyss of weakness.

With Ya Li's help, Yun Ming struggled to lift his head and look at the majestic statues of the original Shrek Seven Devils and Tang San.

His eyes were bloodshot, filled with endless pain, humiliation, and a near-mad hatred.

He slammed his head against the ground with a heavy thud, blood gushing from his forehead, his voice hoarse like the cry of a night owl.

"With all my ancestors above! With the Sea God Ancestor above, your disciple Yunming hereby swears an oath."

"This hatred is irreconcilable. The humiliation, the pain, and the loss of our lineage today will be avenged with blood!"

"I, Yun Ming, swear to the heavens that I will exhaust all my strength and use every means at my disposal to make that Lu Jun pay a bloody price!"

"He must suffer ten times, a hundred times, more pain than my Shrek Tang Sect has endured today. He must be utterly destroyed, never to be reincarnated again!"

"If I break this oath, may Heaven and Earth forsake me, and may my soul be annihilated!"

The oath of grief and indignation echoed around the ancient golden tree, carrying with it a deep-seated hatred and a desperate madness.

This day was destined to become the darkest and heaviest page in the history of Shrek Academy and Tang Sect.

However, just as Yunming and the others were immersed in boundless grief and the fury of revenge, they could never have imagined that an invisible hand had quietly reached out to their last stronghold, Shrek City.

A hundred miles outside Shrek City, in a desolate mountain valley where even birds rarely fly.

Yuanen Zhentian and Yuanen Tiandang led dozens of the most core and loyal elite disciples of the Yuanen family, quietly gathering here.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes filled with reverence as they gazed at the ice sword token in Yuanen Zhentian's hand, which emitted a faint chill.

Yuan Enzhen slowly poured his soul power into the token, and a blurry phantom appeared.

The phantom's gaze swept over everyone present, and it nodded slightly, seemingly quite satisfied.

"The location is correct. Now, stand still and do not resist."

Lu Junying's voice entered everyone's mind directly.

With his spiritual power breaking through to the Spirit Realm, Lu Jun's understanding and application of spatial power has reached a whole new level.

Shrinking the earth to an inch is just a basic application; long-distance, large-scale, precise point transmission is no longer a difficult task for him.

Lu Jun's illusory figure raised his hand and drew a series of complex and profound silver spatial runes in the air, quickly forming a stable teleportation array that enveloped the Yuanen family members. A flash of light, and the next moment, Yuanen Zhentian and the others felt their surroundings blur and distort, before returning to clarity.

Upon closer inspection, they found themselves in a secluded, deserted alley in Shrek City.

The footsteps of patrolling soldiers could be faintly heard on the city wall, and the hustle and bustle of the city could be heard in the distance. They had actually managed to enter Shrek City, which was heavily blockaded by the Federation Legion, without anyone noticing.

"The methods of the gods are indeed all-encompassing."

Yuan Enzhen was deeply shocked, and his awe and admiration for Lu Jun reached their peak.

He dared not delay and immediately began to instruct his people in a low voice according to the plan:

"Disperse immediately and, as instructed by the divine decree, gather detailed information on all target forces. Remember, concealment is paramount!"

The group obeyed, disappearing swiftly into the streets and alleys of Shrek City like drops of water merging into the ocean. Lu Jun's illusory figure also vanished into thin air.

In Mingdu, at Leng Yaozhu's house, in Lu Jun's bedroom.

Lu Jun, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, slowly opened his eyes, a smile of complete control curving his lips.

The remote spatial teleportation he just performed did not consume much of his current mental energy.

Just then, his encrypted communicator rang. He took it out and saw it was Gu Yuena.

After the connection was established, Gu Yuena's clear, cool voice, tinged with a hint of ease, came through:

"The operation has been successfully completed. In addition, the Federation has decided to give a reward to the members who participated in this operation: a pill."

"Pills?" Lu Jun raised an eyebrow, somewhat curious. The pills the Federation had provided were likely not ordinary.

"Yes, it is said to be the Qiankun Creation Pill, which is based on the pill formula left by Huo Yuhao, the Spirit Ice Douluo, ten thousand years ago, and has been improved and upgraded by the Federal Academy of Sciences over ten thousand years."

Gu Yuena explained.

"It is said to have a miraculous effect on Soul Masters below the Soul Saint level, greatly enhancing their potential and cultivation. However, for you and me, the effect is negligible, making it a useless skill."

"But for Yuan Enhui, Le Zhengyu, and Xie Xie, it's an incredible opportunity. Oh, I heard even Wu Siduo got a share."

Upon hearing the name Wu Siduo, Lu Jun smiled:

"The mission to monitor her can finally be over. After this, she should have gained the Federation's complete trust."

"Probably." Gu Yuena's tone sounded somewhat dismissive, and she quickly changed the subject. "By the way, tomorrow morning, the Federation wants us to gather at headquarters to officially receive the Qiankun Creation Pill. It seems there are some other arrangements to announce afterward."

“Okay, I’ll be there on time,” Lu Jun agreed.

After finishing their business, the two found themselves chatting on the phone for hours, discussing everything from cultivation experiences to the situation on the mainland, and even trivial daily matters, as if they had endless things to say.

It wasn't until late at night that Lu Jun reluctantly hung up the phone after repeatedly assuring her that she wouldn't be late the next day.

However, just as Lu Jun put down the communicator and before he could even catch his breath, the phone rang urgently again.

Caller ID: Di Yue.

Looking at the names flashing on the screen, Lu Jun rubbed his temples helplessly, a wry smile on his face:

"I really... wish I could learn the art of creating clones or time management!" (End of Chapter)