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

The domineering presence and absolute confidence in these words once again shook everyone to their core.

My goodness, is this still the same Brother Lu they usually know, who is powerful but always easygoing and occasionally cracks jokes with them?

At this moment, Lu Jun was like a peerless divine weapon that had finally been fully unsheathed, its sharpness fully revealed, looking down upon the world. The majesty and decisiveness that came from the depths of his soul, belonging to the former supreme powerhouse, were released without reservation, inspiring awe in people and even making them dare not look directly at him.

Looking at Lu Jun like this, Wu Siduo and Gu Yuena's beautiful eyes shone with admiration and pride.

What they admire is this courage and strength to take responsibility and break through all obstacles in critical moments.

Xie Xie, Le Zhengyu, Long Chen, Tang Wulin, and others had even more complicated feelings.

They knew that Lu Jun was no ordinary person and were grateful for his leadership and protection, but the thought of going against the Federation that had raised them, even if it was only against the Speaker personally, filled them with confusion and struggle.

It's a sense of belonging and instinctive resistance rooted in one's bloodline and upbringing.

Lu Jun keenly sensed their emotions. He stopped, turned back to look at them, and softened his tone, but remained firm:
"Don't worry, this is just a personal grudge between me and Emperor Xu, an inevitable result of the choices he may have made. It won't affect you, nor will it cause you any trouble."

He clearly drew out two paths:

"The situation is now very clear, with only two possible developments. First, Emperor Xu is wise enough to choose to cooperate with us to jointly deal with the imminent threat of the Crimson Domain. In that case, everything is fine, and the Federation will remain the mainstay of humanity."

His gaze suddenly sharpened like a knife, and his voice took on a steely tone:
"Secondly, blinded by greed, he remains fixated on his ridiculous desire for control, viewing me as a threat that must be eliminated or a tool that must be controlled..."

"Well then, I'm sorry, but no matter if he is the so-called chosen one of this era, no matter what power he possesses, I will definitely kill him, definitely!"

Lu Jun seemed to be surrounded by a visible aura of ferocity, a determination to transform into a demon in order to protect something more important.

"The current situation is more severe than you can imagine. I will not allow any potential trigger points to exist that could threaten the execution of the entire plan or the very survival of Douluo Star!"

Because he understands better than anyone else how crucial his moment is.

He is the owner of the Ice Abyss Sword, and a transmigrator with memories and experiences from before his transmigration.

It is also the only core capable of integrating forces in a short period of time to resist interference from the Crimson Realm and even the future God Realm.

If he falls, then the apocalyptic scene warned by the Ice Abyss Sword—the abyss descending, Gu Yuena falling, and Douluo Star collapsing—will surely become a reality!

For the sake of this beautiful land beneath his feet, a land he had come to belong to and did not want to be tainted by Tang San or the Abyss; for the sake of this Douluo Star, which had broken free from the absolute control of divine authority and was now brimming with vitality; and even more so for the sake of those he cared about, he had to ensure his own absolute safety and autonomy.

Anyone who attempts to control or threaten his existence must be ruthlessly eliminated!

Absolutely, there is absolutely no room for negotiation!
"Let's tidy up the scene and get ready to leave."

"Ah."

The shattered valley was slowly repaired by the power of the Douluo plane's sublimation, but the air was still filled with lingering divine dust and a faint smell of blood.

The comrades began to clean up the battlefield and collect the bodies of the fallen; the atmosphere was solemn.

Tang Wulin stood still, gazing at the relatively flat rock formation not far away.

Chen Xinjie's body was temporarily placed there.

His exhaustion was undeniable; the fierce battle, the falling out with his biological father, and the conflict with his sister had left him utterly drained. Yet, at this moment, his eyes held an unusual firmness, as if he had made a firm decision.

He walked step by step toward Chen Xinjie's body, his steps heavy.

Upon approaching, he stopped and gazed at the peaceful yet cold face of the former Sea God Douluo, the former Lord of the Federation's War God Temple.

The tattered Han Hai crown robe on Chen Xinjie's body and the hideous wound on his chest silently told of his final tragic struggle.

After a moment of silence, Tang Wulin bowed deeply to Chen Xinjie's body, performing the most solemn and respectful bow.

This action lasted for several seconds, filled with an indescribable heaviness.

When he straightened up, his eyes were already slightly red, and his voice was hoarse with an undisguised sense of loneliness and guilt.
"Senior Chen."

He spoke in a low voice, as if he were talking to a sleeping elder.

“My father… he was confused, blinded by the lust for power and selfishness. He took advantage of the sea god family’s millennia-old faith, trampled on your piety, and ultimately… killed you.”

He took a deep breath, as if to shoulder the heavy burden that came from his blood, and his tone became resolute:
“I, Tang Wulin, acknowledge this blood debt. It is only right and proper for a son to pay for his father’s sins. My father’s mistakes should be borne and made up for by me, his own son.”

"Your sacrifice has shattered the faith of the Sea God family for thousands of years... I will never run away from this."

His words echoed in the silent valley, carrying a poignant promise.

The people around him, including Yue Zhengyu and Xie Xie, looked at him with complex expressions, a mixture of sympathy and admiration.

Regardless, the courage to confront and bear the sins of one's parents deserves respect.

Lu Jun silently walked to Tang Wulin's side, without saying a word, but simply reached out and patted his shoulder forcefully.

The silent gesture conveyed understanding and support. Then, Lu Jun said in a deep voice:
"We cannot leave His Majesty Chen Xinjie's body to rot in the wilderness. Let's take him back and hand him over to the Federation."

"How to handle it is up to the Federation to decide. It can be considered as giving an explanation to the Sea God family and to all those who have believed in the Sea God."

"Ah."

Tang Wulin nodded heavily, wiping away the moisture from the corners of his eyes.

He carefully bent down and, using his still-intact right arm and his soul power, gently carried Chen Xinjie's body on his back.

Chen Xinjie's body was cold and stiff, and its weight seemed to carry the weight of ten thousand years of faith and ultimate disillusionment.

Without saying another word, seeing that his companions had almost finished tidying up, Lu Jun's figure swayed slightly, as if he had merged into the wind, and he instantly disappeared from the spot, leaving only a faint icy aura.

That speed was so fast that it showed that he had now mastered the use of spatial power.

Seeing this, the others exchanged glances, suppressed their myriad thoughts, and also unfolded their forms, transforming into streaks of light, and followed Lu Jun.

Now, they have no choice but to trust Lu Jun's judgment and follow in his footsteps.

Gu Yuena, with one hand lifting Tang Wutong, whose divine power was temporarily sealed and who was still filled with humiliation and resentment, a flash of seven-colored light, and she soared into the sky, rushing off in a completely different direction from Lu Jun and the others, quickly disappearing into the horizon. (End of this chapter)