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

Witnessing this scene, Cao Dezhi frowned, his cold gaze revealing a hint of disdain and mockery:
"I never imagined that the proud and reclusive Titan Ape lineage would stoop so low as to bow down to a nobody, a cowardly and insignificant god, and become his lackey?"

"Could it be that you have truly betrayed the Sea God Tang San, whom you have worshipped for generations?"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Enzhen's face darkened, and his voice boomed like thunder:

"Faith originates from grace and guidance. We only know that this deity personally intervened when our Yuanen family was in peril, turning the tide and saving the collapsing edifice, and bestowed grace to enhance the strength of our entire clan."

"In contrast, has our ancestor Tang San, whom we have worshipped for generations, ever bestowed even the slightest tangible favor upon us?"

"Isn't it obvious who to believe in and who to follow?"

Zang Xin chuckled, his voice carrying a hint of tenderness, yet also chillingly cold:
"Absurd! Faith is a devotion that comes from the depths of the soul, how can it be a bargaining chip for exchanging benefits? With such a utilitarian mindset, how can faith be pure?"

"No wonder Tang San's ancestor didn't respond to you. It seems he had already seen through your scheming and undevoted nature!"

"Being abandoned by our ancestors is our own fault."

"These high-sounding words are nothing more than the arrogance and prejudice of those who have already benefited. We can't agree on anything; those who walk different paths cannot work together!"

Yuan Enzhen snorted coldly and stopped arguing.

"Heh, what's even more ridiculous is that the deity you worship... is nothing but a charlatan."

Zang Xin turned his gaze to Lu Jun, who was still surrounded by the Ruthless Sword, and his tone became even more sarcastic.

"His true background has long been investigated and found out. He is just a young boy who relies on some strange methods to swindle and deceive. How could he have even a fraction of the great power that a god should have?"

"You are deceived by their sweet words and illusions, your minds are clouded, and you are unaware of it. It is truly pitiful and lamentable."

He paused, then his voice suddenly rose, taking on an almost chanting tone, as if proclaiming some kind of truth:

"By believing in our ancestor Tang San, we can receive guidance from the divine realm, be protected by the gods for the longevity of our family, and bring blessings to our descendants. The glory of our ancestor shines for all ages; he is the eternal guardian deity of our Douluo Continent. How can such an unknown and elusive evil cultist compare to him?"

"You have abandoned the light for darkness, which is only a way to your own death."

Zang Xin spoke eloquently, doing everything he could to belittle Lu Junzhi, while simultaneously extolling the majesty and grace of the Sea God Tang San, attempting to completely dismantle the Yuanen family's will from the perspective of faith.

Yuan Enzhen and the others had ashen faces, their anger surging in their chests, almost uncontrollable.

Just now.

A soft, clear sound, like the snapping of a musical string, rang out.

Lu Jun, who had been standing still, finally moved.

He ignored Zang Xin's incessant chatter, simply raised his right hand casually, pointed his fingers like a knife, and lightly swung them forward.

It was as if he were merely brushing away a speck of dust, his movements free and unhurried.

However, it was this seemingly light and casual wave that...

"Crack, bang—!"

The four giant swords, formed from Cao Dezhi's ruthless sword intent and indestructible, which even the Ice Emperor's full-force attack could not shake in the slightest, were as if they had encountered the most primal force of disintegration in the world. The swords were instantly covered with dense cracks, and then they exploded with a series of crisp cracking sounds.

They transformed into countless shimmering silver specks, quickly vanishing into the void.

The sword barrier shattered, and the restraint dissipated. Lu Jun's aura remained as calm as still water, and even the hem of his robe remained perfectly undisturbed.

His lips curled slightly upward, forming a smile that was neither a smile nor a smile, carrying an obvious hint of sarcasm. His gaze pierced through space, landing directly on Zang Xin, whose expression had suddenly changed.
"Zang Xin, it seems you've forgotten the pain once the wound has healed. Have you forgotten how I nearly crippled you, the Amorous Douluo, with a single sword strike when I personally visited the Tang Sect headquarters last time?"

"Would you like me to relive it for you again today?"

These words struck Zang Xin like a thunderclap.

His face turned deathly pale in an instant, and he subconsciously took a half step back. The terrible memory of being instantly pierced through his defenses by a terrifying sword intent that seemed to come from the depths of hell, severely damaging his martial soul, surged into his mind like a tidal wave, bringing with it unforgettable pain and humiliation.

"you……!"

Zang Xin instantly flew into a rage, his elegant and affectionate mask shattering completely, replaced by a face contorted with extreme anger.

He took a sudden step forward, pointing his silver greatsword at Lu Jun, and shouted sharply:
"You evil heretics, cease your rampage!"

"You only managed to get your hands on it by chance, relying on that evil weapon of unknown origin! If it weren't for the strange power of that evil weapon, I could have suppressed you with a flick of my hand, given your own cultivation level!"

"You dare to flaunt your stolen power here?"

"Tang San's ancestor will sooner or later see through your evil and bring down divine punishment, completely punishing such a blasphemous being as you! Your end is not far off!"

He spoke in a harsh tone, trying to cover up the fear that had been stirred up in his heart with a loud rebuke, and even blamed the previous defeat entirely on the evil weapon used by Lu Jun, namely the Ice Abyss Sword.

Upon hearing this, Lu Jun chuckled and shook his head, his laughter filled with undisguised pity and mockery.

He said no more, but with a flick of his wrist, the Ice Abyss Sword quietly appeared in his palm.

A faint, cold light swirled across the sword's blade, as if it could freeze even the light itself.

The sword tip lightly touched the ground, without actually making contact, yet a tiny ripple of frost spread out silently.

He was dressed in white, his clothes fluttering even without wind, his black hair swaying gently. He looked like an immortal descending to earth, exuding a transcendent elegance and composure as he took a step forward.

With just one step, the terrifying pressure that Cao Dezhi and Zang Xin, the two Limit Douluos, had created together, enough to change the color of mountains and rivers, seemed to be quietly separated by an invisible force, and could no longer suppress him in the slightest.

His gaze calmly swept over Cao Dezhi, who looked as if facing a formidable enemy, and Zang Xin, who was furious. He spoke softly, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears, carrying an unquestionable and absolute confidence:

"In that case, I'll give you a chance."

"You two are permitted to join forces and attempt to defeat me."

"This is a one-time opportunity."

"You two, come on together."

Upon hearing Lu Jun's arrogant words, Cao Dezhi and Zang Xin's faces instantly turned ashen.

As the Tang Sect Masters and Limit Douluo who have stood at the pinnacle of the continent for many years, how could they have ever been so contemptuous?
This is simply trampling on their dignity!

Zang Xin was so angry that he laughed, and then stepped forward.

"Speaking such arrogant words! I'd like to see where you, this cowardly coward, get your confidence to oppose us, who are protected by the divine power of Tang San's ancestor!" (End of Chapter)