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

At this moment, Hyotei and Yuki-tei also arrived at the scene. Seeing that Lu Jun was not injured, the two women breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's good that you're alright. I was worried something had happened to you, that you had to use a soul skill of the seventh ring or higher."

Hyotei couldn't help but complain.

"Haha, I was just holding back; I couldn't finish off a priest-level officer," Lu Jun explained.

“It’s quite lively in Sun and Moon City right now, but your soul skill… has already affected them.” As Xue Di spoke, she began to explain to Lu Jun everything that had happened in Sun and Moon City.

"The Federation is so strong... I knew I shouldn't have sent you two to protect Emperor Xu." Lu Jun also raised his hand and scratched his cheek.

They actually managed to kill Niu Tian using only Soul Guidance Technology... The Federation's combat strength is truly extraordinary.

"There's no such thing as knowing too early or too late. After all, you don't have God's perspective, so how could you know that the Federation's strength was actually so great?" Xue Di comforted her.

Hyotei looked at the figures of Fang Xiexie and the others before her, and felt a chill run down her spine from the aura emanating from them. She quickly asked:

"And what about here? What's the situation here now?"

After Lu Jun finished explaining briefly, Xue Di and Bing Di both stood there dumbfounded.

"Everyone... briefly possesses the power of a God King, holy crap, doesn't that mean they'll just beat Tang San to a pulp afterward?"

Hyotei paused for a moment, then looked at Gu Yuena.

"My lord, your move was absolutely brilliant, unbeatable."

Hyotei gave a thumbs up.

"Then it's none of our business, which is perfect." Xue Di said with a smile.

"Now, let's just wait quietly."

Lu Jun nodded slightly.

An invisible killing intent surged and coalesced wildly in the damp, cold air.

The final battle is about to begin!
Everyone is waiting for the final arrival of their destined enemy!
Time, in the oppressively silent stillness, passed by second by second.

Just three minutes later, the strange phenomenon reappeared.

The torrential rain that was falling in mid-air seemed to be wiped away by an invisible hand and suddenly stopped.

However, the sky did not clear up; instead, it became even darker and deeper, like a huge lead weight pressing on everyone's heart.

Suddenly——

“Boom!!”

An unprecedented burst of lightning and thunder erupted, like countless war drums beating simultaneously, exploding violently.

Thick, purple electric snakes writhed wildly in the dark clouds, emanating a destructive aura, as if the heavens and earth were enraged by them, or perhaps fearing something.

"Shhhhh!"

Below, everyone's eyes instantly sharpened like swords. They instinctively gripped their weapons and raised their gazes, staring intently at the dark, gloomy sky above, where lightning crackled.

Accompanied by the roar of thunder, a long, narrow crack with ominous spatial turbulence flickering at its edges appeared out of nowhere from the depths of the thick clouds.

Immediately, the crack, like the open eye of a demon, rapidly expanded.

A vast, majestic, and terrifying aura, seemingly above all living beings and things, carrying the chilling order and sense of judgment, burst forth like a torrent from the depths of the crack, instantly engulfing the entire valley.

A figure, enveloped in brilliant blue-gold divine light, seemed to have traversed endless barriers of time and space. With a single step, it steadily emerged from the crack and appeared directly beneath it.

After appearing, the figure did not pause at all, but transformed into a stream of light, like a swallow returning to its nest, and instantly disappeared into the center of the lower formation, into the body of Chen Xinjie, who had been sitting still with an eerie aura.

It was as if a spark had ignited a powder keg.

Chen Xinjie's body trembled violently, and his appearance and physique underwent a dramatic and astonishing transformation in a very short time.

His originally ordinary long hair instantly transformed into a flowing, watery blue like a waterfall, glossy and lustrous, reaching all the way to his feet, with the ends moving without any wind.

Were it not for his suddenly imposing and upright figure and broad, sturdy shoulders, one might mistake him for a woman of extraordinary stature from behind. A magnificent blue robe naturally covered his body, its surface seemingly rippling with real water, radiating a vast aura of life and boundless majesty.

If you gaze closely at the azure blue of the robe, your eyes will be instantly drawn to it, and you will even feel your entire soul being sucked into that deep, all-encompassing yet turbulent blue, like an endless ocean.

His face became extremely handsome, looking no more than twenty years old, with skin as smooth and lustrous as jade.

But what was most unsettling was his suddenly opened eyes.

What kind of eyes were those? They seemed empty, as if indifferent to everything, yet they seemed to encompass the entire universe, containing endless wisdom and vicissitudes.

Deep within his eyes, a subtle yet incredibly sharp purple aura would occasionally flash, captivating the soul, as if it could see through life and death, containing a terrifying quality of fleeting beauty followed by instantaneous annihilation.

This is the God-King.

The true God-King!
Unlike Tang Wulin and others who received a temporary boost due to the power of the Dragon King's soul within them...

In that instant, the eyes of Le Zhengyu, Xie Xie, Tang Wulin, and the others who were waiting in ambush below burst forth with overwhelming hatred and anger.

It's him!

Tang San!

The creator of the Tang Clan, the source of all evil...

He finally... arrived.

Especially Tang Wulin, when he saw with his own eyes that the one who had taken over Chen Xinjie's body was his biological father whom he had never met but who had brought him endless pain, his eyes widened instantly and turned blood red, his breathing became heavy and rapid involuntarily, and his fists clenched so tightly that they cracked.

The divine power of the Earth Dragon King within his body surged violently due to extreme emotional fluctuations.

It was him, the God King Tang San who gave him life but also brought him endless trouble, hurt his adoptive parents, and tried to control his life!

In mid-air, Tang San, who had completely taken control of and modified Chen Xinjie's body, seemed completely unaware of the strange atmosphere and hostile gazes below.

Perhaps, in his eyes, these mortals of Douluo Continent are not worthy of his attention as a God King.

His figure hovered, and he involuntarily closed his eyes, took a deep breath of the air of Douluo Continent, and showed a complicated expression on his face that seemed to be both nostalgic and disgusted.

"Mmm...this tastes like home..."

He muttered to himself, his voice carrying a haughty, magnetic quality, yet also cold and ruthless.

"Unfortunately, such a barren, low-level world is ultimately not the stage for me, Tang San."

He slowly opened his deep, ocean-like eyes, his gaze seemingly piercing through millennia.

"Now that it has descended again, ten thousand years must have passed on the Douluo Continent..."

His tone carried an air of complete control and a subtle hint of contempt for a past adversary.

"This time, there's no Huo Yuhao to stop my arrival."

"I wonder what this continent looks like now..."

As he spoke, he casually lowered his head, his gaze sweeping indifferently across the landscape below, as if he simply wanted to take a look at his homeland ten thousand years later.

However, his calm words were abruptly cut off as his gaze swept over the valley.

The trace of nostalgia and composure on his face froze instantly, replaced by utter astonishment and disbelief.

Tang San's eyes, which seemed to be able to see through the mysteries of the universe, widened to their limit at this moment, and his pupils contracted violently.

He didn't immediately pay attention to the seven figures exuding a God-King level aura that even he found somewhat conspicuous, nor did he immediately search for Lu Jun, who gave him a vague sense of threat.
Because his gaze was fixed on the two enormous characters carved with ferocious sword marks and exuding a chilling aura above the magic array in the center of the valley, and on the two extremely familiar yet dying figures lying on the characters.

"welcome!"

The one who collapsed on the word "welcome" was his mother, A Yin, and his beloved daughter, Tang Wutong.

They were covered in blood, their divine light dimmed, lying there silently like carelessly discarded sacrifices, their fate unknown. (End of Chapter)