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

Zang Xin stood beside him, his face equally bitter, his eyes filled with complex emotions as he looked at Cao Dezhi, murmuring:

"This day has finally come."

His voice was no longer pleasant; instead, it carried a sense of resigned weariness.

The two looked at each other and saw the same decision in each other's eyes.

Cao Dezhi took a deep breath, as if to expel all the pent-up frustration in his chest:
"Although it's just a temporary fix, it depletes our very essence, and we might not even have a chance to survive..."

"However, it's time for us to use that move. As long as we can keep Lu Jun, the biggest variable, and hand him over to Yun Ming to deal with, I believe no one will be able to stop our grand plan to revive the Tang Clan and welcome back our ancestor Tang San!"

"For the glory of our ancestor Tang San, for the eternal foundation of the Tang Clan... we must keep him here!"

Zang Xin's voice suddenly became firm, and in his affectionate eyes, there was only a sense of mission that he was determined to carry out.

For the glory of the Tang Clan, for the sake of our ancestor Tang San.

Even if it means sacrificing both of them, we would not hesitate!

The two men's voices, besides conveying the relief and resolve of having accomplished their mission, also contained endless bitterness and helplessness.

It's a tragic situation where you're forced into a corner and have no choice but to use your last resort, even if it means burning your own future.

The next moment, a sudden change occurred!

The figures of Cao Dezhi and Zang Xin were no longer solid; instead, they began to become indistinct and transparent, and then suddenly began to enlarge.

That was not an expansion of their physical bodies, but rather their bodies undergoing an unconventional fusion with their martial spirits.

In the blink of an eye, the two Limit Douluos had vanished from their original positions, replaced by the phantom images of two towering giant swords.

A sword, its entire body a pure, unblemished white, with a long blade that exudes an extreme coldness that can annihilate all emotions.

In the center of that pale white blade, a long, crimson line, as red as blood, meanders from the hilt to the tip, like the last tear of blood flowing from the merciless sword, adding to its tragic beauty.

The other sword is a deep, mysterious blue, like a night sky containing endless stars, or a deep sea encompassing all the joys and sorrows of humankind. The blade gleams with an unfathomable light, rippling with complex and indescribable emotional fluctuations; it is the amorous sword that encompasses all kinds of charm and a thousand entanglements.

The two giant swords grew longer as they faced the wind, instantly becoming hundreds of meters tall, their tips pointing straight to the sky, as if they wanted to pierce a hole in the heavens.

The immense sword intent and emotions intertwined and collided, causing the surrounding天地元力 (heaven and earth energy) to go berserk, and the wind and clouds changed color.

What's even more shocking is that the shadows of Cao Dezhi and Zang Xinmohu faintly appear at the hilts of those two giant swords.

Their expressions were solemn and calm, even carrying a sense of relief and liberation. Most incredibly, these two illusory figures were actually holding hands.

Ruthlessness and passion, two diametrically opposed extremes, are now closely linked in a way that defies common sense.

The two giant swords, transformed into streaks of light, held hands and did not separate. Instead, accompanied by a long, ethereal chant, they rose from the ground and soared upwards, as if to transcend this mortal realm and reach the divine realm.

Ruthless Douluo Cao Dezhi chanted loudly, his voice cold and solemn, like a decree of heaven:
"The Way is ruthless, yet it is full of affection."

Beside him, the Amorous Douluo Zang Xin gazed deeply at him, his eyes containing a century of tacit understanding, complex and unspeakable emotions, and a final entrustment. He, too, let out a long sigh, his voice lingering and sorrowful, like the mournful cry of a cuckoo:

"Love has always left only regrets."

These two seemingly nonsensical lines of poetry, even carrying a touch of pedantry, sounded like profound truths of the universe when recited by them, resonating with the rules of the universe.

Only those older, stronger individuals who had lived through countless years could vaguely understand what these two lines of poetry and everything that was about to happen meant.

Martial soul fusion skills!

This is the ultimate trump card of the two hall masters of the Tang Sect, the Ruthless Douluo and the Amorous Douluo, who have not appeared on the Douluo Continent for countless years: a martial soul fusion skill!

In the next instant, the two hand-in-hand figures in the air, along with the two hundred-meter-long giant swords, suddenly disintegrated, turning into countless dazzling fragments of light and shadow, containing a myriad of emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, love, and hatred.

These fragments seemed to come alive, instantly painting the entire sky with bizarre and fantastical colors, as if projecting all the emotions of the world onto the celestial canvas.

Immediately afterwards, the countless emotional lights and shadows, like rivers flowing into the sea, suddenly collapsed and converged inward.

The bodies of the Ruthless Sword and the Sentimental Sword completely overlapped and merged in mid-air, ultimately transforming into an incomparably pure and brilliant silver pillar of light, seemingly condensed from the most primal emotional power, which shot into the sky.

An intense emotional surge, indescribable in words, erupted from the silver pillar of light, like the Big Bang at the beginning of the universe, sweeping across the entire battlefield and even further afield in an instant.

Under the impact of this emotional storm that transcended individual limits and struck at the very source of the soul, even Lu Jun, who was well-prepared and possessed incredibly strong mental power, suddenly stiffened.

Two clear tears uncontrollably slid down his usually calm and composed face, and a moment of blankness and dazedness appeared in his eyes, as if his self-awareness had been instantly overwhelmed by the vast and complex torrent of collective emotions.

It was this instantaneous loss of control.

In the air, the brilliant silver beam of light crashed down, no longer in the form of a beam of light, but transformed into layers upon layers of silver light gauze, as if it were a tangible veil, or a net woven from threads of love, carrying the great power to seal all things and isolate heaven and earth, enveloping Lu Jun, whose figure was frozen in place.

The silver light flowed, rapidly contracting and condensing, eventually transforming into a huge, airtight silver cocoon, completely sealing Lu Jun's figure within it.

On the surface of the cocoon of light, countless tiny emotional runes flowed and flickered like living things, radiating a heart-pounding fluctuation.

In the air, only the two enormous, almost transparent phantoms of Cao Dezhi and Zang Xin remained suspended.

They looked down at the silver cocoon of light that sealed away the powerful enemy, their faces devoid of joy, only a relieved calm and an indescribable sense of liberation, as if all their strength and future had been exhausted.

The Tao is seemingly heartless yet full of affection; since ancient times, affection has only brought regret.

This is the ultimate trump card that the passionate Douluo Zang Xin and the ruthless Douluo Cao Dezhi could unleash by giving their all and even gambling their future: the dual Limit Douluo martial soul fusion skill, a powerful emotional bond that seals the vacuum!

The emotion has moved heaven and earth; it is done.

The silver cocoon stood in the center of the battlefield, its surface shimmering with light. Countless intricate runes, seemingly formed from the purest emotions, flowed and flickered like living things, radiating a powerful force that isolated heaven and earth and sealed all things.

Within the cocoon of light, all auras, soul power fluctuations, and even signs of life were completely isolated, as if forming a self-contained, absolutely imprisoned little world. (End of Chapter)