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

"Lu! Jun!"

Leng Yulai's face instantly fell, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, glaring at him angrily.

"Don't talk like that, it's easy for you to say! Do you think everyone is like you, a freak, who can cultivate without any bottlenecks?!"

She started counting on her fingers, trying to prove her excellence:

"Besides, my cultivation speed is already fast enough, okay?! Just a few years ago, I only broke through to level 97! How long has it been? I'm already at the peak of level 98!"

"I'm just one step away from reaching the level of a level 99 Limit Douluo. Look around the entire continent, besides you few prodigies, who else can match my cultivation speed?!"

She grew angrier and angrier as she spoke, and in the end she practically pointed her finger at Lu Jun's nose and accused him:
"No matter how talented I am, I can't compare to a freak like you! You're only sixteen! Sixteen!"

"He's already a level 95 Super Douluo, and he's about to catch up with or even surpass me. Is there no justice in this world?!"

"Hahaha--"

Seeing Leng Yulai's furious and aggressive demeanor, Lu Jun couldn't help but feel great and let out a hearty laugh.

"What are you laughing laughing!"

Leng Yulai rolled her eyes at him, but there was no real anger in her eyes.

Lu Jun was amused by her reaction and burst into laughter, deliberately teasing her:

"Then it seems that when you go back, Aunt, you'll have to be even more selfish and work twice as hard in your cultivation?"

"Otherwise, if I, as a junior, really surpass you, how embarrassing would that be?"

"Shut up! Don't call me 'Master Sister' again!"

Leng Yulai was both embarrassed and annoyed by his laughter. She stepped forward, but with an undeniable force, and grabbed Lu Jun's arm, practically hanging on him. She tilted her head back, glaring at him with her alluring phoenix eyes, and said in a tone that was half threatening and half coquettish:

"We're already so close, just call me by my name from now on."

Feeling the soft warmth on his arm and Leng Yulai's burning gaze, Lu Jun's smile faded slightly, and he nodded somewhat helplessly and perfunctorily.

"Okay, okay, I'll do as you say. Yu Lai... is this alright?"

Hearing him finally change his tune and call her by her name, Leng Yulai's face instantly brightened, revealing a radiant and alluring smile. She nodded vigorously with satisfaction, tightening her grip on Lu Jun's arm, her voice tinged with a hint of coquettishness:
"Hmm~ that's more like it!"

The raid on the Green Skull organization's core base was a resounding success, thwarting their plot to create chaos in Sun Moon City and assassinate key figures using level-nine fixed-position soul-guided cannons. It also dealt a heavy blow to this long-dormant cancer.

Moreover, thanks to the extremely pragmatic Green Skull Title Douluo who surrendered immediately and revealed all the organization's operational plans, personnel deployments, stronghold routes, and other core intelligence in a straightforward manner, Lu Jun was able to accurately report the information to the Federation and the Spirit Pagoda in a timely manner.

The Spirit Pagoda reacted swiftly, using this accurate intelligence to destroy the deeper-hidden core base with overwhelming force, uprooting it completely.

The leader of this group, Zhang Geyang, the traitor who relied on the power of the goddess of beauty to rise to the level of a quasi-god, has already been executed.

Along with him, five Limit Douluo at the demigod level, who had been forcibly elevated by the power of the Goddess of Beauty, were also destroyed.

This operation even alarmed the mysterious goddess herself, who descended with a projection, demonstrating just how important these core followers and bases were to that evil god—the very foundation and heart of his operation in the Eastern Continent.

It can be said that the Spirit Pagoda's swift and decisive action this time was a fatal blow to the heart of the goddess, causing her heavy losses and deep pain.

Without a core follower like Zhang Geyang, a quasi-god level figure, as a crucial anchor, it would be much more difficult for the Goddess of Beauty to intervene in the Douluo Continent on such a large scale as this time. Otherwise, she wouldn't have intervened at the critical moment, attempting to forcibly descend in her true form to annihilate Lu Jun, Harosa, and everyone else. This has truly wounded her.

Of course, this is just Lu Jun's speculation based on the current situation. It is still unknown what other tricks a first-level deity might have up his sleeve.

Meanwhile, the federal government's simultaneous clearing operation was also proceeding extremely smoothly and perfectly.

Based on the detailed list and defense map provided by the traitorous titled Douluo, all the Green Skull organization rebels who had infiltrated Sun Moon City in advance, preparing to launch an attack and create chaos during Emperor Xu's public speech three days later, were all swiftly and precisely eliminated, arrested, or annihilated by the Federation, no matter how well they hid.

Within a single day, the Green Skull organization, which had ravaged the Eastern Continent and resisted the Federation for many years, suffered a devastating blow to its core strength and infiltration network, leaving it severely weakened and no longer able to pose an effective threat.

only……

Although the overt threat has been eliminated, a lingering gloom still hangs over Sun and Moon City.

Thick, dark clouds hung low, oppressive and suffocating, as if an invisible, far greater conspiracy, woven by some unknown evil god, had quietly begun to unfold and was slowly enveloping the entire Eastern Continent, indicating that the storm was far from over.

In this atmosphere of impending doom, Lu Jun and Wu Siduo were invited to the Federal Branch Building in the core area of ​​Sun and Moon City to attend a high-level Federal meeting.

The atmosphere in the solemn and dignified meeting room was heavy.

Federal Speaker Xu Tiandi sat upright in the main seat, his face calm, his eyes deep, exuding an imposing presence without anger.

To his left sat Dai Tianling, the chairman of the Eastern Continent Federation branch, who was still trying to maintain his composure despite the shock.

Beside Dai Tianling sat an elderly man with an extremely eye-catching appearance.

He wore a spotless, pure white, antique-style robe, a retro look that is extremely rare in today's era of highly advanced soul-guided technology.

The old man had a simple, ancient face with distinct features. He was thin but unusually tall, and his long, snow-white hair was unbound and naturally draped over his back, reaching past his shoulders.

What is most astonishing are his eyes, clear and bright, as pure as a newborn baby's, yet as deep as the starry sea, forming a stark contrast with his aged face marked by the passage of time, appearing extremely discordant.

Yet it was precisely this disharmony that, when gathered around him, produced a strange and ethereal charm, making him sit there seemingly ordinary and unremarkable, yet impossible to ignore.

Of particular note is that sitting next to him is Dai Tianling, the chairman of the Eastern Continent Federation branch, a man of noble status and powerful aura.

However, even when Dai Tianling was beside him, he was not able to surpass the old man in terms of aura. On the contrary, he was even on par with him, and even felt that he was subtly overshadowed by the old man's inner magnanimity.

This elderly man, whose entire being seemed to be a collection of contradictions, left those in the conference room who knew his identity deeply shocked and filled with awe.

Because this person is none other than Enci, the undisputed number one Soul Master in the Eastern Continent.

Enci is a legend in the Eastern Continent. No one knows exactly where he came from or who his master was. He seems to have appeared out of thin air, yet he established his unparalleled and lofty status with his overwhelming strength and unique martial spirit.

Lu Jun's gaze fell on Enci, and after a brief probe with his senses, a thought struck him.

This old man was none other than a true Quasi-God level Limit Douluo.

Moreover, he possesses two completely different, yet both incredibly powerful, martial spirit fluctuations.

One is the Holy Light Dragon, a top-tier beast spirit filled with sacred light and of extremely high quality.

The other is an even more profound divine realm, possessing a unique martial soul that commands a domain-like aura. (End of Chapter)