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

"Technology is truly improving people's lives. The Soul Guidance Train makes the continent no longer distant and promotes exchange and prosperity."

"The Soul Guidance Medical Pod can save the lives of patients who would otherwise have died, saving countless families."

"Soul-guided farming tools have doubled grain production, making famine a thing of the past. Aren't these tangible benefits, which benefit every corner of the Douluo Continent and every mortal, more meaningful and worthy of praise than the ethereal and occasional miracles performed by your gods?"

Finally, Lu Jun extended his third finger, his gaze icy, pointing directly to the core of the problem:

"Third, what you fear is never losing control, but losing control altogether!"

"Tang Wutong, and Tang San behind you, no matter how many lies you weave, you can't cover up one fact."

"What you truly fear is never the so-called loss of control over mortal power, but rather that mortals... no longer need you!"

"When humans can rely on their own wisdom and hands to fight crises, defend against foreign enemies, heal wounds and diseases, and have enough to eat and wear, when ordinary people can also have power comparable to or even surpassing that of lower gods through technology, what can you high above, gods who are used to receiving offerings and reverence, rely on to maintain your privileges?"

"What else can you rely on to make countless mortals forever grovel at your feet and willingly become your vassals?"

He stared at Tang Wutong's pupils, which were constricted violently with shock and anger, and spoke each word as if struck by an ice pick:

"Your selfish desires are to forever monopolize the definition of power, to keep the civilization of Douluo Continent forever within the framework drawn by your father Tang San that serves his interests, and to stifle any progress that might challenge divine authority!"

"You say there's a difference between gods and mortals? Yes, there is indeed a difference."

"But the difference is that the power of gods comes more from inheritance and the gifts of different planes, while the power of mortals comes from their tenacious struggle against insubordination and their relentless exploration of the unknown world."

"It comes from the knowledge and breakthroughs accumulated by generations of people who have followed one another, through blood and fire."

"The Soul Guidance Technology of the Sun and Moon Federation is not a rebellion against the so-called order, but an inevitable trend for civilization to move forward and pursue a better future."

"It is the dignity and right to choose the future that ordinary people earn with their own wisdom and hard work for themselves and their descendants."

"Tang San wanted the order he envisioned to last forever, and he wanted the Douluo Continent to live under his control forever. And we..."

"What we want is a different future. We want every life on the Douluo Continent, regardless of birth or talent, to have the right to pursue ultimate power and the ability to protect everything they cherish."

Everyone has the right to decide their own destiny.

Lu Jun's words were piercing and incisive, utterly refuting the divine right of kings that she had been instilled with since childhood and held in high esteem. He tore the glamorous facade to shreds, revealing the cold and cruel truth within.

Tang Wutong opened her mouth, her face pale, wanting to refute and defend her father's greatness and righteousness, but found her mind blank.

Those distinctions between gods and mortals, and the established order and norms that are usually regarded as truths, appear so pale, so hypocritical, and so... vulnerable in the face of the irrefutable facts listed by Lu Jun!
She wanted to explain that her father had always been protecting Douluo Star, but she couldn't recall how many real acts of kindness Tang San had done for ordinary mortals.

She wanted to criticize the potential dangers and ethical issues brought about by soul-guided technology, but she could not deny the tangible benefits that have benefited countless lives and propelled civilization forward.

She wanted to insist that gods are born noble and should rule over the mortal world, but the words "monopoly of privileges" were like an iron lock, tightly blocking her throat.

Extreme frustration, the shame and indignation of having her lies exposed, and a panic that shook the foundations of her faith surged and boiled in her chest like magma.

She had never experienced such a direct and sharp rebuttal; no one had ever dared to so ruthlessly tear away the fig leaf of divine authority.

"Shut up! What do you know?!"

Completely losing control of her emotions, Tang Wutong let out a sharp, piercing scream, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, filled with exasperation and hysteria:

"You lowly mortals, ignorant and foolish, you have no right to be called human beings!" "You are nothing but ants who survive in this world by relying on the mercy of God!"

Her face was contorted with extreme rage, and her words gushed out like venom:

"A bunch of lowly creatures who could be easily destroyed with a mere flick of their wrists before true gods, yet they dare to speak of dignity here? They dare to shamelessly challenge divine authority? They are utterly ignorant of their own limitations and are courting their own destruction!"

These words, filled with utter contempt and malice, struck Tang Wulin's heart like a final, heavy blow.

He closed his eyes in agony, his face deathly pale, his body swaying slightly, his last shred of hope shattered.

After hearing these words, Lu Jun's face transformed from all the mockery and intensity into a chilling calm that seemed to freeze the soul.

There was no warning.

"Snapped--!!!"

A crisp, extremely loud slap, like a thunderclap, exploded violently, instantly drowning out all other sounds in the valley.

Lu Jun swung his hand back, the speed of which was beyond visual perception, and with an irresistible force, he slapped Tang Wutong hard across her delicate cheek.

This slap contained the rage in Lu Jun's heart, and its force was so great that it sent Tang Wutong flying off the ground.

It spun half a circle in place like a kite with a broken string, and then crashed heavily onto the hard ground without any cushioning.

"puff--"

A mouthful of golden-red divine blood mixed with broken teeth spurted from her mouth, and half of her cheek swelled up at a visible speed, revealing a clear palm print. The burning pain instantly overwhelmed her senses.

This time, no one came forward to help him up.

Even Tang Wulin stood still, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, drawing blood, but he ultimately did not take that step.

Tang Wutong lay sprawled on the ground, disheveled, her hair covered in dust and blood.

She clutched her throbbing cheek, looked up, her eyes filled with disbelief, utter humiliation, and a bewildered shock.

Since her birth, whether in the mortal realm or the divine realm, has she ever been treated like this?
Even Huo Yuhao never laid a finger on her back then.

An overwhelming sense of grievance welled up in my heart.

Lu Jun walked step by step to her, his steps steady, as if measuring some kind of boundary.

He looked down at Tang Wutong, who lay sprawled on the ground like a defeated dog, his eyes icy cold, devoid of any warmth. His tone was calm, yet carried immense force, each word striking a chord in everyone's hearts:

"I'm sorry, Tang Wutong."

"The reason you can stand here and recklessly insult mortals as ants is not because you are so noble or hardworking."

"It's just because you were lucky and were born into a good family, becoming the daughter of God King Tang San."

"Now, you are nothing."

"You're just a prisoner we captured after our defeat." (End of Chapter)