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

The roar that Lu Jun unleashed, containing unparalleled divine power, was like a devastating meteorite thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up a thousand towering waves.

This completely shattered the deep silence of the entire ancient family manor, plunging it into an abyss of chaos and panic.

"Who dares to be so insolent in my ancient home!"

Furious roars echoed from all over the manor, accompanied by countless figures soaring into the sky.

Multicolored spirit rings burst forth one after another in the darkest sky before dawn, like chaotic and dazzling neon lights, illuminating half the sky in a bizarre and colorful way.

More guards surged out of the building like a tide, quickly forming a defensive battle formation with their well-trained skills. All sorts of soul-guided cannons were aimed at the gate, their energy cores rapidly charging and emitting a heart-pounding buzzing sound, ready to fire.

However, when they saw that there were only two people, and clearly recognized the white-clad youth standing in front as Lu Jun, now infamous throughout the continent, many people's hearts sank.

The courage I had just mustered was instantly doused with ice water.

A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

Lu Jun's legendary and even terrifying past deeds are enough to put immense pressure on any rational person.

"Lu Jun! How dare you trespass on the sacred grounds of my Qian Gu family? Do you really think the Qian Gu family has no one to rely on?!"

An elderly man dressed in the robes of an elder, with white hair and beard, stepped forward from the crowd and roared in a stern voice.

The nine perfectly matched spirit rings on his body shone brightly.

The powerful aura of a Title Douluo spread out without reservation, attempting to stabilize the somewhat restless hearts of the people.

He is the third elder of the ancient family, and he must step forward to take charge of the situation.

Lu Jun's reaction, however, was chillingly indifferent.

He didn't even glance at the imposing Title Douluo, as if the other party and the hundreds of people around him who were on the verge of drawing their swords were nothing more than insignificant background figures.

With just a slight thought, a vast and powerful spiritual force, as strong as the sea and as refined as steel, surged out silently, like an invisible thunder dragon emerging from layers of thunderclouds, suddenly revealing its ferocious and terrifying appearance.

"boom!!!"

The deep, soul-shaking roar did not come from a physical collision, but from an overwhelming mental force that disrupted the space.

Under the spread of his terrifying mental power, the space in front of Lu Jun was visibly shattered into fragile glass, revealing spiderweb-like black cracks.

A near-destructive mental shockwave surged forward at an eerie speed exceeding the speed of light, like an invisible tsunami.

In an instant, those soul rings that had just lit up and shone with various colors seemed to have been choked by an invisible hand. Their light dimmed rapidly, flickered, and finally became like candles in the wind.

All the charging, buzzing soul tools emitted a piercing "hissing" sound from their internal, intricate magic array cores, and began to emit thick blue smoke, completely paralyzing and rendering them unusable.

The guards, who were forming battle formations and standing ready for battle, felt their soul power freeze instantly, as if they had been thrown into an icy abyss. A bone-chilling cold swept over them, and they couldn't even move a finger. Their faces were filled with extreme horror and bewildered fear.

The Third Elder, who was the first to be affected, had a drastic change in expression. He felt as if he had become a small boat in a storm. The terrifying mental pressure made even this long-established Title Douluo feel his soul tremble, his breathing become difficult, and the circulation of his soul power became more obscure and difficult than ever before.

Then, before he could even assume any defensive stance, that condensed, almost tangible spiritual power struck his chest like a heavy hammer.

"puff--"

His protective soul power shattered like paper. The Third Elder didn't even have time to scream before he was struck head-on by a massive, fully loaded soul-guided train at top speed. Blood gushed from his mouth, and his body was sent flying uncontrollably backward.

Like a cannonball, it crashed into the dense crowd behind it, knocking down a large number of people amidst screams of broken bones and shattered flesh, leaving them limp on the ground, their fate unknown.

The entire area in front of the manor fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene, like ducks with their necks being choked.

Lu Jun didn't even move his feet or release any soul skills. He simply used an invisible and intangible spiritual force to easily send a powerful Title Douluo elder flying like a dead dog.

What an unbelievable and despair-inducing gap in strength!
The previously boisterous members and guards of the ancient family suddenly lost all courage, like a punctured balloon. Boundless fear, like cold vines, quickly coiled around everyone's heart.

Some young disciples with weak wills and low cultivation levels even collapsed to the ground, trembling with fear.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you."

Lu Jun's gaze swept calmly over the pale faces before him, as if stating a simple fact, his voice clearly reaching everyone's ears.

“You are all valuable resources for the future fight against the Crimson Domain, and you are quite capable. How could I bear to let you die here now without any value?”

These seemingly casual words carry a cold-blooded view of all living beings as mere pawns.

Standing beside him, Harosa's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, clearly indicating that he had gained a new understanding of this gentleman's style of doing things.

"Lu! Jun!"

Just then, two roars filled with shock, anger, and murderous intent, like the howls of wounded wild beasts, suddenly came from the deepest part of the manor.

Two incredibly powerful auras shot into the sky like smoke from a wolf's beacon, instantly breaking through part of the suppression brought by Lu Jun's mental power. This relieved the pressure on the guards who had been frozen in place, allowing them to barely regain their mobility.

With a flash of light, two figures appeared on the high platform in front of the manor's main building.

The man on the left had a sinister face and sharp eyes like a hawk. He exuded a surging and powerful soul force. He was none other than Qian Gu Dongfeng, the current patriarch of the Qian Gu family.

Just as Leng Yaozhu had said, he had indeed broken through to the quasi-god realm.

The person on the right is a thin, elderly man wearing a simple gray robe.

His face was aged, with wrinkles piled up like the bark of a thousand-year-old tree, but his slightly open eyes shone brightly, as if they could see through people's hearts and look directly into their souls.

He simply stood there, his aura, though he tried his best to restrain it, was more profound and more dangerous than Qian Gu Dong Feng beside him.

Like a ferocious beast that has been dormant for thousands of years, it may suddenly erupt and devour people at any moment.

He is the pillar of the ancient family, the living fossil-like ancestor, Qian Gu Die Ting.

"Lu Jun, you've gone too far!"

Qian Gu Dongfeng looked at the chaotic scene in front of the gate and the Third Elder, whose fate was unknown. He trembled with rage, pointed a shaky finger at Lu Jun, and shouted sharply:

"Do you really think you can do whatever you want just because you have some strength, and that you don't take my Qian Gu family's millennia-old foundation seriously? Who gave you the audacity to cause trouble for my Qian Gu family?" (End of Chapter)