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

The air inside the sealed room seemed to be completely frozen by the cold runes flowing on the chains, so stagnant that it was suffocating.

Only Tang Wutong's slightly heavy breathing, filled with resentment and weakness, could be clearly heard in the silence.

The vast divine power within her body was imprisoned layer by layer by those special chains, making its circulation as difficult and arduous as if it were stuck in a quagmire.

Tang Wutong's pale face was not only due to anger and humiliation, but also to the weakness of her original essence caused by the extreme suppression of her divine power.

Even so, her back remained straight, like a bamboo swaying in the wind, and deep in her eyes, besides hatred, there was also a stubborn glimmer of pride belonging to the daughter of a god-king, a pride that refused to bow down.

"You don't need to look at me like that."

Lu Jun was the first to break the oppressive silence. His voice was calm and even, without the slightest hint of a victor's smugness or deliberate provocation.

"I'm not here to humiliate you."

Tang Wutong's lips curled into an extremely subtle smile, full of sarcasm and disdain, as if she had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.

She finally spoke, her voice hoarse from dehydration and excitement, yet still sharp and piercing like an icicle:
"You're not here to humiliate me?"

After saying that, she scoffed.

"Then what are you here for? To admire the spoils you've captured?"

"Or do you still expect me to wag my tail like a dog, groveling at the feet of you ants, begging to join your ridiculous camp?"

She deliberately emphasized the word "ant," as if this could salvage some of the dignity she had lost in public that day, and rebuild the invisible wall that separated God and man.

Lu Jun ignored her sharp sarcasm, his tone remaining calm as if stating a given fact:
“I never need anyone to fawn over me. I’m here to give you a choice.”

"choose?"

Tang Wutong seemed to be stung by the word, her laughter grew colder, and the ache in her mouth caused her to involuntarily furrow her brows. But she immediately suppressed the discomfort and stubbornly raised her chin.

“I have only one choice from beginning to end: either you kill me now, or you wait for my father to arrive and grind all of you rebels to dust!”

"Tang San? Very well." Lu Jun raised an eyebrow slightly, a clear hint of sarcasm in his tone. "Even now, you still naively believe that he will come to save you?"

These words pierced Tang Wutong's most vulnerable and least willing-to-face heart with unparalleled precision.

Her face turned even paler, almost losing all color, and a flicker of panic and wavering flashed in her eyes, but her long-established faith and dependence kept her stubborn.
“I am his biological daughter, his only daughter, how could he... how could he abandon me?”

"is it?"

Lu Jun slowly took a step forward, his gaze suddenly becoming sharp as a knife, as if to cut through all her disguises and reach the depths of her soul.

"Ultimately, ask yourself honestly, are you really just his beloved daughter, or a tool he meticulously crafted?"

He didn't give Tang Wutong a chance to refute, speaking steadily yet with a powerful sense of pressure as he continued:
"Tang San could stir up the God Realm and disregard the rules for his wife Xiao Wu, causing such a huge commotion. And what about you? Your beloved daughter is now imprisoned, her divine power sealed, and her dignity stripped away. Where is he?"

"Has he shown even the slightest sign that he's coming to rescue you?" Lu Jun spread his hands in a helpless gesture, his eyes as cold as frost.

"Unfortunately, no. At least so far, I haven't seen any attempt by him to rescue you."

He paused, his gaze fixed on Tang Wutong's eyes, which were beginning to flicker violently. His voice was not loud, but every word was piercing:
"Perhaps, to your father, your greatest value lies in your ability to win over the exceptionally talented Huo Yuhao."

"Now, Huo Yuhao has clearly not been won over by him, and has even stood against him. So, having lost the value of this marriage alliance, how much weight do you have left in his eyes?"

"You're talking nonsense!!!"

Tang Wutong reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, suddenly becoming agitated and interrupting Lu Jun sharply, trying to cover up her inner panic with her loud voice.

But Lu Jun's voice, like a persistent, lingering ailment, entered her ears clearly once more, interrupting her feeble and weak defense that was about to be uttered:

"If you hadn't relied on your own talent and hard work to eventually achieve godhood and become a first-level god with considerable combat power, I even doubt whether he would have given you a second glance."

"Father... he must be entangled in the complicated affairs of the online gaming community!"

Tang Wutong's voice unconsciously lowered, carrying a hint of lack of confidence that even she herself couldn't convince, as she subconsciously sought an excuse for her father who was far away in the divine realm.

"He is the enforcer of the divine realm, bearing the heavy responsibility of maintaining order; he has something even more important..."

"responsibility?"

Lu Jun sneered, interrupting her self-hypnosis; the laughter sounded particularly jarring in the secret room.

"Okay, even if he has a huge responsibility. Anyway, we have plenty of time now, so let's have a good talk about how this responsible father you mentioned treats his two children."

His gaze, like a searchlight, focused on Tang Wutong's face, and he posed the first pointed question:

"First, you claim to have been born and raised in the God Realm. Then please tell me, why did you spend most of your childhood memories in the Clear Sky Sect on Douluo Continent, as Wang Dong'er?"

Tang Wutong opened her mouth, about to explain according to the version of events she had been taught in the past, but Lu Jun didn't give her a chance at all, his speech quickening as he continued to bombard her like a machine gun:
"As far as I know, at that time, it was your father, Tang San, who disregarded your mother Xiao Wu's wishes and heartache, and used his divine power to tear your young soul apart."

"Half of the seal was sent to the lower realm, transformed into Wang Dong'er, and entrusted to Niu Tian and Titan for upbringing. What was the purpose? It was to get close to Huo Yuhao, who was still growing at the time, and to make so-called emotional investments."

"And what about the other half of the soul?"

Lu Jun's voice carried a cold pity.

"Naturally, it was integrated into the body of the Emperor Beast of the Star Dou Great Forest. Why? To steal and scheme for the vast fortune of the Douluo Continent, adding chips to his future plans."

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze seemingly able to pierce through time and see into that cruel past:

"I'm curious, Tang Wutong, when you were still an innocent little girl, your soul was forcibly torn in two. Do you still remember that extreme pain that originated from the very core of your soul?"

"Or rather, did your great father ever consider how you felt at the time?" (End of Chapter)