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

"Alright, since Brother Lu has spoken, I'll do my best..."

Xie Xie took a deep breath, a slightly smug look on his face, eager to try.

But she couldn't help but offer a defense.

"Also... I'm not foul-mouthed, it's just a tactical necessity!"

"Your explanation is weak and unconvincing," Le Zhengyu added silently from the side, his tone certain, "because your despicable nature is ingrained in your bones and has become an instinct; you can't change it."

Xie Xie: "..."

He was speechless for a moment and couldn't find an opportunity to refute.

"Perfect timing, you should change your name to 'Scrap Encounter' from now on."

Long Chen said matter-of-factly, with an expression that said, "I saw it all along."

"This name is a perfect match for your current temperament."

"........."

Xie Xie was completely speechless, and could only express his indignation with his eyes.

Just as everyone was making light of the atmosphere with jokes that were both tense and playful, Tang San, who had been immersed in boundless anger and grief, suddenly turned his head away.

His blood-red eyes, like two burning hellish stars, were fixed on Xie Xie and the people behind him with boundless hatred and killing intent.

His voice was hoarse and distorted with extreme anger, as if squeezed out from deep within his throat:
"Is it you?!"

"You did all of this?!"

With his roar, a terrifying energy surge, visible to the naked eye and mixed with blue-gold divine power, swept towards Xie Xie and the others like an out-of-control torrent of destruction.

The power contained within seemed so immense that with just a thought, he could completely flatten the entire valley, causing it to crumble and crumble into dust.

Faced with the terrifying power of this furious attack, Xie Xie took a deep breath, and the nonchalant expression on his face instantly vanished.

He began to perfectly fulfill the sacred mission entrusted to him by Gu Yuena, and with that seemingly innate, deeply ingrained talent for being sarcastic, he spoke directly:
"Oh dear, Ancestor Tang San, you've wronged an innocent person."

Xie Xie spread his hands, looking innocent and aggrieved.

"How can you say we did this? This is clearly your children and grandchildren... being extremely 'filial' to you!"

He deliberately drew out the word "filial piety," and continued in that infuriating tone:
"Perhaps you've done too many bad things in your life, and even God can't stand it anymore?"

"You saw that flash of lightning and thunder just now, didn't you?"

"Good heavens, with just a few snaps, they were all killed!"

He described it vividly, even with a hint of regret:

"But guess what? Before they died, they were all shouting at the top of their lungs, saying they wanted to welcome their ancestor!"

"Before he died, he even tried to self-destruct, shouting something like 'Long live the Tang Clan! For the glory of the Tang Clan'... Well, I don't know where that glory is."

After Xie finished speaking, he shrugged.

"Tsk tsk, this scene is truly heartbreaking. I was deeply moved by their filial piety."

Xie Xie patted his chest, as if he had done something extraordinary:
"So, we reluctantly did what was best for them, went through a lot of trouble, and finally managed to make them become Brother Lu's dogs, turning their guns against you, and then writing the words 'Welcome' on the wall."

"Look at the handwriting, the layout, isn't it alright?"

"Is it grand enough? Does it adequately express their boundless and unending admiration for you?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping sincerely over Ah Yin and Tang Wutong, who were lying on the paper, and his tone became even more earnest: "And then, most importantly, it's your mother and your daughter, they were just too enthusiastic."

“We couldn’t stop him, he insisted on lying down and using his body to form the core of this welcoming ceremony.”

"We had no choice but to gently knock them unconscious and then arrange them neatly for you. Isn't this all to welcome you?"

In his concluding remarks, he gazed expectantly at Tang San, as if anticipating praise:

"After all, you are the renowned Ancestor Tang San, the object of worship for all Soul Masters across the continent. It would be a shame not to hold a special and memorable welcoming ceremony for you, given your esteemed status, wouldn't you agree, Ancestor Tang San?"

Xie Xie deliberately widened his eyes, making an innocent and expectant expression.

"Are you satisfied...? How about giving it a five-star review?"

"How about we book you for this ceremony again next time? If that's not possible, we can do it every day?"

"I just don't know if your Tang Clan and your followers have enough people to welcome you, otherwise it might not be enough."

"puff--!!!"

Tang San's body shuddered violently, his face instantly turning from bright red to a purplish-brown, and his chest heaved violently like a bellows.

Suddenly, he could no longer suppress his surging blood and qi, and a mouthful of blood containing rich divine essence gushed out like a fountain, splashing into this oppressive space.

He was so angry he vomited blood!
The mighty God-King, who held the reins of power in the divine realm, was actually angered to the point of vomiting blood by a mere ant in his eyes.

"Wow……"

This scene was witnessed by everyone, and Yue Zhengyu couldn't help but widen his eyes, sighing from the bottom of his heart:

"Holy crap, Xie Xie, you're amazing! That mouth of yours is absolutely blessed; it made the famous Tang San ancestor so angry that he vomited blood on the spot!"

"In this respect, it is no exaggeration to call you the number one in Douluo Continent. Even Lu Jun cannot compare to you."

"really."

Lu Jun held his sword with both hands, looking at Tang San's disheveled and blood-spitting appearance, and nodded with a touch of admiration.

"In this respect, I am truly ashamed of myself and admit defeat. Xie Xie's mouth is absolutely in a class of its own in Douluo Continent."

"I agree with that."

Long Chen nodded emphatically in agreement, then couldn't help but turn to look at Yuan En Ye Hui, who had been silent beside him, and asked curiously:

"Squad leader, how do you usually... manage to put up with his mouth? How much patience does it take?"

Yuan Enhui remained expressionless, merely glancing indifferently at Xie Xie, her cool voice devoid of any emotion:
"It's simple. If necessary, just sew his troublemaking mouth shut with a needle."

"So that he won't chatter on and on all day long and cause trouble everywhere."

Xie Xie: "..."

He looked at his teammates who betrayed him without any mercy, and felt a deep sadness in his heart.

These bad friends!

Hearing their unvarnished, even somewhat mocking, conversation, Tang San, who was already furious enough to vomit blood, became even more sinister and violent.

The immense and powerful divine force surged around him like a wild horse, hissing and crackling with energy, as if it were a live volcano that could explode at any moment.

His chest heaved rapidly, clearly indicating that his anger had reached a breaking point.

Everything that was happening before his eyes far exceeded all his imagination and plans before he arrived on Douluo Continent. (End of Chapter)