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

Xie Xie, who had been waiting in the wings, appeared instantly on Tang Wutong's falling trajectory, his figure blending into the ghostly space.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips. His right leg swung up like a steel whip, whistling through space, and kicked Tang Wutong hard in the waist and abdomen.

"boom!"

Another muffled sound.

Tang Wutong's falling direction was forcibly changed. Like a cannonball, she drew a tragic arc and finally crashed heavily onto the huge magic array in the center of the valley, landing right at the feet of Chen Xinjie, whose eyes were lifeless and whose aura was strange.

She huddled there, covered in blood, her spirit dim, and even moving a finger became incredibly difficult.

Almost simultaneously, the battle on the other side was also nearing its end.

Wu Siduo and the ice golem Titan joined forces to launch a final, fierce attack on the heavily injured Ah Yin.

The perfect combination of the Nether Strike and the Titan's berserk power completely shattered Ah Yin's already crumbling defenses.

"call out--"

Ah Yin's figure was like a kite with a broken string, smashed away by a heavy punch from the ice golem Titan. She landed precisely in the center of the magic circle, crashing down next to Tang Wutong, splashing up a spray of water mixed with ice shards and mud.

The two women, the Goddess of Beauty Tang Wutong and the Blue Silver Emperor A Yin, were both severely injured by the combined forces of the crowd and fell like lambs to the slaughter at the heart of this descent ceremony.

The torrential rain continued to fall, washing away the bloodstains and frost on the vast land, but it could not wash away the pervasive tragedy and desolation.

Lu Jun took a step forward expressionlessly, casually swinging his Ice Abyss Sword at the spot next to Chen Xinjie where Ah Yin and Tang Wutong had fallen.

"laugh--!"

A sword mark, bottomless and edged with eternal frost, was instantly imprinted on the earth.

The sword marks twisted and coiled, forming two enormous characters, filled with mockery and ferocity—

"welcome!"

These two words are like an invitation from hell, silently mocking the being that is about to descend.

A special "welcome ceremony" for God King Tang San is ready.

Upon seeing this, Yue Zhengyu couldn't help but clap his hands in delight and burst into laughter:

"Hahahaha, brilliant! That move was absolutely brilliant! Wasn't that old scoundrel Tang San always longing to return to his hometown?"

"We'll prepare a generous gift for him!"

Xie Xie grinned excitedly:

"The first thing he'll see when he arrives is his mother and precious daughter lying on top of the 'Welcome' sign like rag dolls. What kind of expression do you think he'll have? Just thinking about it is exciting!"

"A twisted sense of humor." Yuan Enhui's lips twitched slightly as she muttered under her breath, but her eyes also gleamed with a mixture of pleasure and coldness.

"What, you don't like it?"

Xie Xie turned around and raised an eyebrow.

Yuan Enhui was silent for a moment, then a breathtaking smile slowly curved her cold, beautiful lips as she softly said:

"No, it's okay. I... I like it very much."

"That's right." Xu Xiaoyan gripped the Starry Sky Staff tightly, smiling as she spoke, but her eyes held a chilling glint.

"From childhood to adulthood, the Tang Clan has been like a persistent ghost, always chasing after us. They even injured Teacher Wu in Donghai City and tried to kidnap us several times."

"If it weren't for the Federation and the Spirit Pagoda, we probably would have already met a terrible end, right?"

"Now that we have almost destroyed the foundation of the Tang Clan ourselves, let us, the younger generation, go and have a good meeting with the legendary founder of the Tang Clan, and see what extraordinary abilities he has!"

Gu Yuena and Lu Jun stood side by side, exchanging a glance, both seeing the same understanding in each other's eyes.

Their figures floated slowly into the air, their robes fluttering in the wind and rain, their faces solemn and serene, yet their eyes were filled with a fierce fighting spirit capable of tearing the heavens apart. With these blood-stained words of welcome, they greeted the return of Tang San, the leader of the Tang Sect and the God Realm!

"Their current state...is this your doing?"

Lu Jun turned his head slightly to look at Gu Yuena beside him, his tone carrying a hint of inquiry.

"Cough cough..."

Gu Yuena coughed lightly, a little embarrassed, and a playful blush appeared on her beautiful face.

"Yeah, w-what happened? Did this... disrupt your plans?"

"It's nothing, it's fine."

Lu Jun shook his head, raised his hand, and naturally tidied the few strands of silver hair that had been blown into shape by the wind and were sticking to his smooth forehead, his eyes gentle.

"Just remember to tell me in advance next time, otherwise my heart can't take it."

"Can you imagine? One second you're fighting side by side with your comrades, and the next second you're all suddenly transformed into god-kings..."

"I didn't even have time to react to the impact."

"And I……"

Behind her, Di Yue pouted her red lips in grievance and muttered softly.

"I'm the only one who hasn't changed..."

Looking at Lu Jun's expression, which held a hint of helplessness yet indulgence, Gu Yuena couldn't help but chuckle, her laughter as gentle as melting snow and blooming spring flowers.
"Alright, alright, I'll definitely remember to tell you in advance next time, my Lord Lu."

She then turned to Di Yue and said softly:
"However, Yue'er, the upcoming battles are too high-level for you to handle. Remember to stay far away and protect yourself."

"We may not be able to take care of you anymore."

"Ok."

Although Di Yue was somewhat unwilling, she obediently nodded. Knowing the gravity of the situation, she chose to back down.

"Can the current Douluo Continent withstand so many God-Kings existing and fighting at the same time?"

Lu Jun glanced at Le Zhengyu and the others beside him, who were rubbing their hands together, eager to try, and asked with some concern.

"it does not matter."

Gu Yuena shook her head and explained:

"They are not true god-kings in the true sense. They have not condensed a godhood, nor do they have the corresponding godhood or authority. They only temporarily possess the combat power and energy level of god-kings. Their own realm and control over power are far from sufficient."

"So... at most they can only be considered quasi-half-step God-Kings. They possess the power of a God-King, but they can't fully unleash it. They're content with just 30% of the Dragon King's power at its peak, not to mention they have to protect their fragile bodies..."

She paused, looked at Lu Jun, her eyes full of confidence:

"Nevertheless, they will definitely be a great help to you in the battles to come."

"It's more than enough to deal with Tang San, who has just arrived and may need time to adapt to the pressure of the plane."

"As long as Douluo Star completes its next stage of evolution and sublimation, or we establish our own God Realm system in the future... coupled with their own steady improvement in cultivation, they will be able to cultivate to the level 100 True God in the future. At that time, it will be a natural and easy thing for them to become God Kings."

"That sounds... even more awesome than me."

Lu Jun shrugged, his tone carrying a hint of self-deprecating humor.

"Good heavens, after a trip to Dragon Valley, everyone's gone so far as to fly in planes. So I'm the only one still struggling to drive a sports car?"

"You are different."

Gu Yuena gave Lu Jun a deep look, her purple eyes filled with complex and unfathomable emotions, but she said nothing, only gently taking his hand. (End of Chapter)