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

There was no human voice to be heard, nor any light to be seen. From the outside, it looked completely deserted and desolate.

Wu Siduo stopped and looked up at the mansion that held countless childhood memories for her. Her eyes were filled with complex emotions: nostalgia, sadness, and deep-seated hatred.

She took a deep breath of the cool night air, her voice trembling slightly:

"We've arrived. This is...my home."

She paused, her tone filled with a desolate sense of things having changed.

"My former home."

She reached out her slightly trembling hand and gently stroked the cold door, as if she could feel the warmth of the past through the wood.

Then, she exerted a little force in her hand, preparing to push open the door that separated the past from the present.

"and many more!"

"Wait a moment!"

Lu Jun and Gu Yuena's voices rang out almost simultaneously. The two of them reached out from the left and right and pressed down on Wu Siduo's shoulders at the same time to stop her movements.

Wu Siduo turned around in astonishment, her face pale with shock:

"What's wrong? Could it be... someone's inside?"

She couldn't believe that anyone could still be in her abandoned, blood-stained home.

But her mind worked incredibly fast. Combined with the grave expressions on Lu Jun's and Gu Yuena's faces, a terrifying thought flashed through her mind, making her voice tremble with fear:
"Since I have family members here, doesn't that prove... I'm a member of the Green Skull organization?!"

"Uncertain, but most likely not a good person."

Lu Jun shrugged, but his eyes were sharp as a hawk's, fixed on the interior of the mansion, and he lowered his voice to say:

“Nana and I both sensed that there were at least dozens of auras inside, and their soul power fluctuations were not weak. Roughly judging from their strength, their cultivation levels were between Soul King and Soul Douluo, and there was even a Title Douluo.”

Gu Yuena picked up the conversation; her senses were even more acute, and a hint of surprise flashed in her beautiful purple eyes:
"Moreover, they seem to be fiddling with something inside... Look at this chaotic yet powerful gathering of soul energy, wait, this fluctuation is... a level nine fixed-position soul-guided cannon shell?!"

Her voice involuntarily rose a little, filled with obvious shock.

“Moreover, there’s more than one.” Gu Yuena slowly extended three slender fingers, her tone grave. “I sensed at least three!”

Level 9 Fixed-Equipment Soul-Guided Cannon Shell!

This is a terrifying strategic weapon capable of posing a fatal threat to a Limit Douluo and even easily destroying half a city.

The purpose of the Green Skull organization stockpiling this stuff here is self-evident!

Gu Yuena turned her probing gaze to Lu Jun, a cold yet eager smile curving her lips:

"So, what do you say about those sneaky rats inside? Shall we take care of them?"

A cold glint flashed in Lu Jun's eyes, and without the slightest hesitation, he answered decisively:
"Let's do it! We absolutely have to!"

His voice was deep and filled with murderous intent.

"They are secretly stockpiling this weapon of mass destruction here, definitely making final preparations for the assassination three days from now."

"In that case, let's catch them off guard, wipe out this hideout, and chop off some of their henchmen first!"

"it is good!"

So, everyone began to take action.

……

The dilapidated mansion, shrouded in night, was brightly lit inside, a stark contrast to the deathly silence outside. Dozens of Soul Masters, dressed in dark green robes with ferocious skull markings embroidered on their chests, were busily setting up various complex Soul Guidance Devices.

In the center of the field, three level-nine fixed-position soul-guided cannon shells, each as thick as an adult's waist, engraved with countless dangerous runes and radiating heart-palpitating energy fluctuations, were carefully placed on specially designed launch bases like sleeping ferocious beasts. They were the core weapons of this operation.

A low-ranking leader, whose cultivation had reached the level of an eight-ring Soul Douluo and who bore a hideous scar on his face, stood with his hands on his hips, hoarsely reprimanding his subordinates:

"Move faster, check every connection point carefully. These three 'Kiss of Death' absolutely cannot have any mistakes!"

"Three days from now, we're going to present Emperor Xu and Sun Moon City with a 'big gift'!"

The moment he finished speaking——

A biting, cold wind, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, swept through the entire courtyard without warning.

The wind was icy cold, as if it could penetrate clothing and seep directly into the bone marrow, carrying a chill that went deep into the soul.

All the Green Skull members present, whether low-level Soul Masters or the few Soul Douluos, couldn't help but shiver. A nameless sense of fear, like a cold, venomous snake, crept up their spines.

"Something's wrong!"

The scarred-faced Contra was the first to become alert. He suddenly looked up and surveyed his surroundings. A suffocating sense of oppression filled the air.

The other Contra-level powerhouses also changed color at the same time. They were seasoned veterans and had a beast-like instinct for danger.

"The wind follows the tiger, the clouds follow the dragon... This wind is coming in an eerie way!"

However, their response was still too slow.

"boom!"

A dull, resounding crash, like the sound of leather being struck, came from the shadows not far away.

Everyone looked in astonishment towards the sound, and saw a slender figure slowly emerging from the darkness under the moonlight.

That was none other than Wu Siduo.

Her right hand gripped the head of a Green Skull member like an iron clamp, her fingers deeply embedded, blood mixed with an unknown liquid gushing down between them.

The member was already lifeless, his body limp and hanging down.

What terrified all the Green Skull members even more was that, beneath Wu Siduo's feet, nine spirit rings appeared one after another, like karmic fire rising from hell—five black and four red!

"Seal, seal a Title Douluo!"

Scarface Contra's voice trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

This mind-blowing soul ring ratio is far more despairing than the title of Douluo itself.

Without giving these intruders any time to think, Wu Siduo moved.

She seemed to transform into part of the wind. Everyone only saw a blur before their eyes, and a gentle breeze blew by. The deadly figure had already appeared in front of the scarred Soul Douluo.

Wu Siduo's eyes were so cold that they were devoid of any human emotion, filled only with boundless hatred and murderous intent.

She didn't even use any soul skills; she simply raised the back of her left hand casually, as if swatting away a fly, and flicked it lightly at the scarred-faced Soul Douluo, whose cultivation level was as high as 86.

"Bam—"

A dull thud that made your teeth ache was heard. The scarred-faced Soul Douluo didn't even have time to fully activate his protective soul power before he was hit like a broken sandbag by a mammoth running at full speed.

The blood that spurted from its mouth was mixed with fragments of internal organs. Its body was twisted in an unnatural way as it flew backward, crashing into a distant courtyard wall and being buried under the bricks and stones. Its fate was unknown.

The ultimate speed inherited from the Wind Dragon King and the earth-shattering, unparalleled power of the Mountain Dragon King are perfectly fused within Wu Siduo. (End of Chapter)