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

Compared to Lu Jun and Harosa's astonishing discovery of the Chosen One and the somewhat stagnant atmosphere, Leng Yulai on the other side reacted the most quickly and pragmatically.

The battle had just ended, and the smoke had not yet completely dissipated when she regained the composure and competence expected of a high-ranking leader of the Spirit Pagoda.

She immediately raised her voice and gave the order, directing the remaining combat personnel of the Spirit Pagoda to quickly and systematically clear the battlefield.

One group was responsible for thoroughly searching every corner to ensure that no one escaped or any hidden traps.

Another group began collecting the bodies of their fallen comrades and simultaneously disposing of the corpses of Green Skull members.

Special personnel have begun a preliminary inventory of the casualties and losses in this battle.

Leng Yulai herself took the lead, her body shrouded in lingering dark aura, and walked to the corpses of the Green Skull Organization Limit Douluo who had been severely injured by Lu Jun and then finished off by Harosa's Death Knights.

She crouched down, extended her hand covered by a black glove, and carefully examined their vital signs and remaining soul power one by one to confirm whether these top combatants were truly dead and without any future troubles.

A moment later, a Soul Master in charge of statistics walked over quickly and handed Leng Yulai a preliminary report on the battle results.

She quickly scanned the numbers on the report, her beautiful and charming face instantly turning icy cold, and she even couldn't help but swear:
"Damn it... I was wondering, when did Limit Douluo become as common as cabbage on the street?"

"This Green Skull organization, not counting the traitor Zhang Geyang, actually has a full five Limit Douluo at the demigod level?!"

"Including Zhang Geyang, that makes six!"

She gripped the report tightly with her fingers, her knuckles turning slightly white, her tone filled with shock and a hint of lingering fear:
"This scale and top-tier combat power reserves are in no way inferior to our Spirit Pagoda or the Federation, these long-established top forces!"

"With a god backing him up, he can do whatever he wants. His cultivation level is just as easy to boost as if he were pouring water on it!"

She muttered a few curses under her breath, venting her shock and dissatisfaction.

Then, her gaze swept across the entire room and she noticed Wu Siduo, who stood not far away and seemed somewhat out of place.

Wu Siduo remained in the same posture she had adopted at the end of the battle, standing quietly before the corpses of the three Title Douluos belonging to the Green Skull Organization.

The martial spirit characteristics on her body had long since disappeared, but the bloodstains of the enemy on her body had not yet dried.

Wu Siduo didn't cry or shout. She just stood there like a statue, head bowed, staring blankly at the three lifeless corpses, as if her soul had been ripped away.

Upon seeing this, Leng Yulai frowned slightly.

Seeing that the situation was under control and the cleanup was proceeding smoothly, she temporarily put aside her work and walked towards Wu Siduo, deliberately softening her steps. Reaching Wu Siduo's side, she looked at her motionless back and her slightly trembling shoulders, and gently asked with concern:
"Xiaoduo, what's wrong? Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?"

She carefully examined Wu Siduo to confirm that she did not have any obvious serious injuries.

Wu Siduo seemed to be pulled back from her distant thoughts by her voice. Her body trembled slightly, and she slowly raised her head.

Her face showed no joy at avenging a great enemy; instead, it was filled with confusion and a deep, bone-deep sorrow, her eyes empty and vacant.

"I...I'm fine."

Her voice was somewhat hoarse, carrying a sense of weakness as if she had survived a catastrophe.

"It's just... I just feel a sudden emptiness."

She turned her gaze back to the three corpses, the enemies she had pursued for years, the very source of her burning hatred, the driving force behind her relentless cultivation to become stronger. But now, they lay truly before her, their life force utterly extinguished. The intense hatred that had sustained her seemed to have been drained away as well, leaving behind a vast, unfillable void.

The avenging of a great enemy brought not relief, but a deeper sense of bewilderment and loss.

At this moment, Lu Jun, who had finished dealing with things on Harosa's side, also came over.

He remained standing with his hands behind his back, calmly watching Wu Siduo, whose emotions were clearly off, as if he could see through her inner struggle.

“Perhaps…” he began slowly, his voice low but clear enough to reach Wu Siduo’s ears, “this is the feeling that one will inevitably experience after completing their revenge.”

These three Title Douluo were deliberately avoided by Lu Jun when he used his area-of-effect soul skill, leaving them for Wu Siduo to finish off.

He understood that this hatred had to be put to an end by her personally, but he also foresaw the psychological vacuum that might arise after the revenge.

Wu Siduo turned to Lu Jun with a bewildered look in her eyes, her once bright and beautiful eyes now filled with tears and confusion:

"But I killed them, I avenged them with my own hands."

"But what can you do after that?"

Her voice choked with sobs, and tears finally streamed down her face uncontrollably.

"My dad, my mom, they're never coming back, never coming back..."

Even if I kill all my enemies, it won't change the fact that my home has been destroyed and I can never go back!

As she spoke, her long-suppressed emotions surged like a flood, completely overwhelming her psychological defenses.

Wu Siduo could no longer maintain her composure. Tears streamed down her face like broken pearls. She could no longer suppress her emotions and let out a silent, yet all the more heartbreaking, sob. Her thin shoulders trembled violently.

Looking at Wu Siduo, who had been as brave and skilled as a Valkyrie on the battlefield just moments before, but was now crying like a helpless child, Lu Jun was at a loss.

He stood there, stunned, his brows furrowed, his lips moved, but he didn't know what words of comfort to say, or what to do at that moment.

Lu Jun was used to solving problems with strength and swords, and he had almost no experience in dealing with a girl's torrent of tears.

This scene made Leng Yulai, who was watching from the side, so anxious that she stamped her feet. She quickly gathered her mental energy and sent a message filled with disappointment and frustration into Lu Jun's mind:
"You blockhead! What are you standing there for?! Hurry up and go hug her!"

"Take advantage of her most vulnerable moment, offer her warmth, and then win her over in one fell swoop! It's driving me crazy!"

"Hold her tight and tell her, 'Don't cry, from now on, my home is your home!' Hurry! What a great opportunity!"

Lu Jun: "…………"

Upon receiving Leng Yulai's telepathic message, which was full of strategic guidance, Lu Jun was speechless.

To be honest, he swore from the bottom of his heart that he had never actively thought about deliberately trying to win over any woman. His mind was mostly focused on improving his strength, dealing with crises, and exploring the Douluo Continent, which was full of unknowns and mysteries for him.

After all, compared to the original work, so many things have been changed. This Douluo Continent feels unfamiliar to Lu Jun, and he feels a greater sense of crisis. (End of Chapter)