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

Even though he transformed into a giant ape a thousand meters long, he lowered his head slightly in front of Tang Wutong, showing extraordinary respect.

At the same time, a gentle green light flashed, and the figure of a woman dressed in a light green dress, with a gentle and graceful temperament, quietly appeared beside Titan. It was none other than the Blue Silver Emperor, A Yin.

"Uncle Titan, Grandma."

When Tang Wutong saw the two of them appear, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and an ominous premonition rose in her heart.

"The plan... is there anything wrong with it?"

The Titan's massive head shook, its voice deep and sorrowful, revealing an undeniable weakness:
"Something's happened, Wu Tong, my older brother... he's dead..."

"what?!"

Tang Wutong's pretty face changed color instantly, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief.

"Uncle Niu Tian is dead? Could he have been killed by that Lord Lu?"

The first person she thought of was the one even her father was quite wary of.

"Do not……"

Titan's tone was even heavier, tinged with humiliation.

"They were surrounded and killed by those Federation bastards using their damned soul tools!"

"We've temporarily kept Lu Jun and the Silver Dragon King outside the valley..."

"I'm sorry, Wu Tong, we couldn't hold them off for long."

"Moreover, Lu Jun's strength is simply too overpowered..."

A flicker of lingering fear flashed in his enormous eyes:
"He...he didn't even use a trace of divine power from beginning to end. He just relied on that strange, extreme ice and that super artifact to beat me so badly that I had no chance to fight back and had to run away with my head in my hands..."

"If it weren't for Senior Ah Yin's aura constantly lurking in the shadows, creating a deterrent effect, he probably would have killed me with a single sword strike just now..."

His voice carried an undisguised fear of Lu Jun's absolute power.

Upon hearing that Titan had been so thoroughly crushed without even being able to force out Lu Jun's divine power, Tang Wutong fell silent.

Her red lips parted slightly, but for a moment, she didn't know what to say.

Lu Jun's growth rate and actual combat strength far exceeded their expectations.

After a long silence, she sighed softly, forcibly suppressing the shock and unease in her heart, her gentle voice carrying a hint of resolve:
"Well... things have come to this, there's no point in saying more."

"Then let my father descend and, with the righteous power of a god-king, utterly defeat him."

"No matter how strong they are, they have never truly possessed the status of a god-king, so how can they contend with the father who controls the power of the divine realm?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Tang Wutong looked toward the entrance of the valley.

Just then, a disheveled and exhausted figure staggered into the core area.

It was the only remaining and most powerful Second Elder of the Haotian Sect.

His clothes were tattered and stained with dried, blackened blood. His left arm was twisted unnaturally, indicating that he had been in an extremely fierce battle and was seriously injured.

Upon seeing Titan and Tang Wutong, the Second Elder was overjoyed, collapsing to his knees with a thud, tears streaming down his face, and reporting the horrific scene outside in a hoarse voice:
"Second Sect Master, Goddess of Beauty, it's all over... everything is completely over!"

"Most of the disciples, and... the other elders, were caught up by that bunch of little bastards, Le Zhengyu..."

"They...they were extremely ruthless, leaving not a single survivor!"

"Of the disciples who managed to escape here with me... only one in ten survived, only one in ten survived!!" His eyes were filled with lingering panic and fear, and his body trembled slightly from excitement and lingering fear.

Fortunately, thanks to the remaining strength after the ring exploded and his familiarity with the terrain, he managed to escape the pursuit and reach this last place of hope.

Hearing the Second Elder's heart-wrenching report, Tang Wutong's beautiful face turned extremely solemn, even somewhat pale.

This is completely different from their original plan!
They originally planned to use their elite forces to delay Lu Jun while simultaneously welcoming Tang San to descend, thus coordinating from within and without to seize power in one fell swoop.

But now, their delaying mission has failed miserably, and their core loyalists have been almost entirely wiped out.

Even if their father successfully arrives, what will they use to rule and manage this continent?

These disciples are not only combatants, but also the foundation for gathering faith and consolidating divine authority in the future!
Not only her, but Titan and Silver beside her were also heartbroken.

Millennia of accumulation, countless loyal disciples nurtured with painstaking effort, and hidden power nodes secretly established throughout the continent...

Is it going to be completely destroyed by Lu Jun and his group with overwhelming force in just one day?
An unprecedented sense of heaviness and crisis, like a cold shadow, enveloped the last three god-level beings deep in the valley.

They placed all their hopes on Tang San, the God King who was about to break through the dimensional barrier and descend into this world!

So all they could do was wait.

In the suffocating oppression, another period of time passed.

It seems that because only nine core members, including Le Zhengyu, Tang Wulin, and others, were fully engaged in the pursuit, the number of fleeing enemies was too large and their distribution too wide, making it impossible to completely eliminate them.

Gradually, more and more Haotian Sect and Tang Sect disciples who had survived by sheer luck began to gather in the deepest part of this valley, like wild rabbits still in shock.

They all looked panicked and terrified, covered in injuries and bloodstains of varying degrees, their clothes tattered, and they looked no better than refugees.

Everyone remained silent, consciously gathering behind the only remaining Second Elder, as if that was the only barrier that could provide a little sense of security.

Their heads were bowed, their eyes unfocused, still reeling from the bloody massacre and the terror of their desperate escape.

The goddess Tang Wutong's gaze swept over the group of defeated soldiers who had gathered, silently counting in her mind.

The fate of any disciple who hasn't arrived by this time is predictable.

Looking at the sparse number of people in front of her, less than a hundred, and comparing it to the grand scale of their departure, a piercing sense of hatred and humiliation almost overwhelmed her reason.

“There are countless believers who follow us… but now, gathered here, only a hundred or so remnants remain…”

Tang Wutong suppressed the raging hatred and anger in her heart. Her originally beautiful eyes were now filled with a terrifying blood-red light, and her originally sacred aura was now tinged with ferocity.

"This is the most humiliating battle we have fought since we descended from the realm of gods!"

Her slender hands clenched into fists, her knuckles turning white from the excessive force, making a crisp "snap" sound.

"They... are too arrogant, too vicious!"

Tang Wutong suddenly looked up at the shattered and strangely shaped sky, and could no longer suppress her inner rage. An aura mixed with divine power and killing intent was released like a volcanic eruption, shaking the clouds.

Come on, come on, all of you!

"I want to see who the ultimate winner is today. I, Tang Wutong, swear here and now that I will repay you for this massacre and all the blood debts you have incurred!"

"Double! Ten times! A hundred times the return!!"

The goddess's frenzied killing intent, like a tangible shockwave, surged and radiated outwards, causing the remaining disciples around her to tremble and feel a chill to the bone. (End of Chapter)