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

"cough!"

A soft cough, clearly carrying displeasure and a warning, pierced Lu Jun's eardrums like an ice pick, jolting him from his momentary romantic reverie.

It was Gu Yuena. She had her arms crossed, her eyes slightly narrowed. Although her pretty face was expressionless, the almost tangible jealousy made the surrounding air temperature seem to drop several degrees.

Lu Jun was immediately embarrassed and quickly composed himself, inwardly feeling a chill:

"Truly worthy of being a first-class deity who achieved greatness through beauty, this invisible spiritual charm and visual power is indeed formidable."

He then realized more deeply that although Tang Wutong was not as direct as a combat-type deity, the composite charm field formed by her goddess status and her immense spiritual power, which was infinitely close to that of a god-king as the daughter of a god-king, was probably more dangerous than many direct attack divine techniques.

At least in terms of mental interference, her ability might even surpass that of Lu Jun at present.

"My sister, is she...is she alright?"

Tang Wulin looked at Tang Wutong, who had been caught by Lu Jun, and asked nervously, unaware of the brief, subtle mental exchange that had just taken place.

"Don't worry, she has just exhausted her divine power and is temporarily unconscious due to being frozen."

Lu Jun composed himself and his tone returned to calm.

"Wait for me to wake her up."

His free left hand, fingers drawn up like a sword, with a wisp of extremely refined icy blue aura swirling around the fingertips, gently touched the side of Tang Wutong's fair neck, which had lines as graceful as a swan.

A cool yet not bone-chilling surge of ice elemental energy, like a sudden awakening, instantly penetrated her, stimulating her dormant consciousness.

"Um……"

A soft moan, tinged with pain and confusion, escaped from Tang Wutong's lips.

Her long, butterfly-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and then her beautiful pink-blue eyes, which held the colors of the sea and sky, slowly opened.

My vision was initially blurry and my focus was off.

In her hazy vision, she seemed to see a handsome face she had longed for day and night, etched in her heart, gazing at her with concern and tenderness.

That was Huo Yuhao, buried deep in her heart!
An overwhelming mix of joy and grievance welled up inside her, and almost instinctively, she called out that name in a weak and dependent voice, full of anticipation:

"Yu...Yuhao?"

However, the next moment, a cold and unfamiliar voice ruthlessly shattered her fleeting illusion.

"Unfortunately, I am not the Huo Yuhao you long for."

Lu Jun's voice was calm and detached, carrying a sense of indifference.

"I am Lu Jun."

As he finished speaking, Huo Yuhao's face in Tang Wutong's vision rippled and disappeared like water, replaced by Lu Jun's equally handsome face, but with a completely different temperament.

What shocked her even more was that she was being held in the arms of this strange man who had just defeated her father.

What hit them was Lu Jun's masculine aura, which was both chilling and incredibly oppressive.

This sudden reality plunged Tang Wutong from a hazy expectation into a cold abyss. The enormous sense of disappointment and a feeling of being desecrated erupted in her chest like a volcano.

"Lu Jun, you lecherous scoundrel! How dare you... dare to take advantage of me!"

Tang Wutong's pink-blue eyes instantly ignited with rage. The dual divine powers of the Goddess of Beauty and the God of the Sea, which had dimmed due to weakness, suddenly surged up like dry tinder, and the powerful divine might mixed with mental impact tried to shake Lu Jun away.

"I...I'll fight you to the death!" she cried out, struggling to unleash her divine power at all costs, determined to protect her innocence and dignity even at the cost of mutual destruction.

However, Lu Jun didn't even flinch at Tang Wutong's angry outburst.

With a blank expression, he casually loosened his grip on her waist, then skillfully twisted his wrist, sending out a gentle force that sent Tang Wutong's soft yet explosively powerful body flying lightly towards Tang Wulin's direction as if it were an insignificant object.

"ah!"

Tang Wutong was completely unprepared for Lu Jun's lack of romance and rudeness. Caught off guard, she let out a short cry of surprise and stumbled forward uncontrollably.

Fortunately, Tang Wulin, who was already prepared, reacted quickly and stepped forward, opened his arms, and steadily caught his eldest sister, helping her to her feet despite her weak body.

"...I only spared you from falling face-first to the ground because of Tang Wulin."

Lu Jun shook his hand, which still seemed to retain a trace of warmth and softness, and explained to Tang Wutong, who was still in shock, as well as embarrassed and angry, with a hint of helplessness in his voice.

"Don't get me wrong."

He felt secretly ashamed.
"If the action had been any slower, or if the way it was caught had been any more ambiguous, given this young lady's vivid imagination and her father's character, she might have actually accused me of blasphemy or having malicious intentions?"

The scene became somewhat awkward and delicate for a moment.

Tang Wutong leaned against her younger brother's chest, her beautiful eyes glaring at Lu Jun with fiery intensity, her chest heaving slightly with anger.

Tang Wulin looked helpless and worried, caught between his sister and his friends.

Gu Yuena's jealousy subsided slightly, but her gaze toward Tang Wutong still held scrutiny and a hint of barely perceptible wariness.

Meanwhile, Le Zhengyu, Xie Xie, and the others around them all had strange expressions, wanting to laugh but not daring to, and the atmosphere froze for a moment.

"Kill me or torture me, it's all up to you! But if you dare to insult me, I would rather self-destruct my divine source than suffer such humiliation!"

Tang Wutong straightened her back. Although her face was pale and her breathing was unsteady, her beautiful pink and blue eyes burned with fire, as if she disregarded life and death.

When her biological younger brother, Tang Wulin, offered her a helping hand, Tang Wutong showed no gratitude whatsoever. As if she had touched something filthy, she abruptly shoved him away, her tone icy cold:

"I don't need your hypocritical help, you traitor! You are supposed to be Father's most valued and beloved child, with the purest blood flowing through your veins, yet you collude with outsiders to treat our own father like this!"

"How dare you still call yourself a member of the Tang family?!"

Her eyes were red, and she stared intently at Tang Wulin. Her voice trembled slightly with excitement, but more than anything, it was a mixture of heartache and anger at being betrayed by her loved ones.

Tang Wulin stumbled from the push, and looking at his sister's eyes filled with hatred and disappointment, he felt as if his heart was being torn apart. He opened his mouth, but found himself speechless.

There was no direct grudge between him and his sister; his resistance was always directed at his father, Tang San, for his domineering behavior of trying to control everything without regard for others' feelings.

He always cherished and felt reluctant to part with this blood-related family bond.

Seeing the siblings turn against each other and remain deadlocked, Lu Jun narrowed his eyes, his mind racing.

To be fair, Tang Wulin's suggestion is extremely tempting in the current situation.

If we can successfully win over Tang Wutong, it will not only add a powerful first-level god to the Douluo Continent, but also greatly alleviate the pressure when facing the Crimson Domain in the future.

After all, an ally who possesses two divine positions and the potential to become a god-king is of immeasurable value.

Her talent and background as the daughter of a god-king are beyond question. (End of Chapter)