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

Lu Jun's tone remained calm, yet he uttered the coldest words:
"You can choose not to hand it over. That's fine. At worst, I'll kill you and then turn your corpse into my ice golem."

"So that even after you die, you can continue to fight for me and contribute to the fight against the Abyss Plane."

Lu Jun's expression remained completely calm, as if stating a given fact. He tilted his head slightly, looking at Qian Gu Dong Feng, who was struggling desperately on the ground but unable to move an inch, and finally added:

"However, I hope you understand that you shouldn't force me to take the initiative to weaken our own people's fighting power at this critical moment when Douluo Star is facing external enemies and urgently needs to preserve its strength."

"This responsibility, the eternal east wind, can you bear it?"

Qian Gu Die Ting, enduring the excruciating pain of his broken meridians, struggled to prop himself up, even if it was just to sit up, to preserve a shred of dignity for the Qian Gu family patriarch.

However, to his horror, he discovered that a chilling, absolute suppressive power, like an invisible chain of icy ice, had already deeply embedded itself in the soul power nodes of his limbs and bones, imprisoning and freezing his quasi-god-level, immense soul power.

Let alone mobilizing soul power, even lifting a finger has become extremely difficult.

He could only lie sprawled on the cold ruins like a lump of mud, watching helplessly as his son, the current clan leader, was pressed to the ground like a dead dog by an invisible force, his cheeks rubbing against the rough ground, leaving glaring bloodstains.

In the murky eyes of the ancient emperor, a wave of overwhelming humiliation and resentment first flashed.

It was the pain of having one's family pride, passed down for millennia and standing at the pinnacle of the continent, utterly crushed.

But in the end, all the intense emotions turned into deep powerlessness and despair under Lu Jun's unfathomable strength and cold, ruthless gaze.

He understood that the fate of the Qian Gu family was sealed.

They could no longer hold onto the prestigious title of Tower Master of the Spirit Pagoda, a symbol of power and status.

This not only means losing a position, but also signifies that from now on, the ancient family forces that have been deeply rooted and cultivated within the Spirit Pagoda for countless years will wither away like vines without a trunk, plummeting to the bottom with no hope of recovery.

Qian Gu Die Ting felt endless regret. He hated himself for indulging his son Qian Gu Dong Feng's ambition and for condoning or even participating in the suppression of Leng Yao Zhu.

Otherwise, how could we have attracted this evil spirit today and brought about this catastrophic disaster?
At this moment, Federal Speaker Xu Tiandi still stood quietly at the front of the crowd, leaning on his metal cane, his face calm and still, like a still pond, and no one could see what he was planning.

The federal high-ranking officials behind him whispered among themselves, exchanging glances. Some showed dissatisfaction with Lu Jun's domineering behavior, while others expressed deep fear of his absolute strength. But no one dared to stand up at this moment and confront Lu Jun's sharp edge.

The scene of Lu Jun effortlessly crushing the two Limit Douluos was still fresh in everyone's mind. The bloody lesson was right in front of them. No one wanted to follow in the footsteps of the ancient father and son and become the next person to be shoved into the ground.

"Your Excellency Lu Jun."

A senior federal congressman with gray hair finally mustered his courage and spoke up, trying to maintain a semblance of procedural dignity.

"The change of the Spirit Pagoda Master is a matter of great importance to the structure of the Soul Master world on the continent and the Spirit Pagoda's millennia-long heritage. It should... should follow the Spirit Pagoda's internal regulations, convene an elders' council, and elect the Master through legal procedures. It should not be decided so... so hastily, should it?"

"Hasty?"

Lu Jun turned to look at him, his eyes sharp as knives, as if they could pierce through the other's thoughts.

"Others have already put a knife to your throat, threatening to cripple your cultivation and ruin your future, and you're still here talking to me about being hasty?" He took a step forward, and although he didn't release his soul power, the invisible pressure made the old councilor gasp for breath and subconsciously take a half step back.

Lu Jun's voice was laced with cold sarcasm:
"Then I'll hold a sword to your neck now and force you to resign from your position as a member of parliament immediately and get out of the Federal Parliament. Tell me, will you resign or not?"

Faced with Lu Jun's blunt and merciless question, the councilor was speechless, his cheeks flushed red, and he opened his mouth but could not utter a single word. He could only stand there awkwardly, enduring all kinds of gazes from all around him.

Lu Jun stopped looking at him, his gaze sweeping over all the high-ranking federal officials present and the terrified onlookers in the distance like a surveying monarch. His voice suddenly rose, becoming resounding and clear, echoing throughout the ruins:
“Deputy Tower Master Leng Yaozhu has devoted herself to the development of the Spirit Pagoda for many years and made outstanding contributions. She is fair and selfless, and has profound cultivation. She has a very high reputation in the Spirit Pagoda and even in the entire Soul Master world.”

"She is the most suitable person to take over as the head of the Spirit Pagoda, in terms of ability, virtue and seniority."

"This is much more reliable than the rumors that I should be the tower master."

He paused, a cold and arrogant smile curving his lips, before his gaze finally settled on the pale-faced old councilor:
"As for the internal regulations of the Spirit Pagoda that you mentioned..."

"Now, right here... I am Zhang Cheng!"

He slightly raised his chin, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings with disdain:

"Anyone who disagrees can stand up now and explain their reasoning to me to convince me."

This statement is arrogant, domineering, and unreasonable to the extreme.

However, the entire ruins, both inside and out, were deathly silent.

No one answered, and no one dared to answer.

Strength is the greatest source of confidence and the most fundamental principle.

The absolute power that Lu Jun just displayed, which crushed quasi-gods like ants, was enough to make him stand above any overt rules and regulations.

"Speaker Xu... what do you mean?"

Qian Gu Die Ting, still clinging to the last glimmer of hope, struggled to raise his head and look at the ever-silent Emperor Xu Tian.

Hopefully, this top federal leader with whom we have cooperated for many years will step in to mediate, even if it's just to buy some time, out of consideration for our past relationship and shared interests.

Finally, under the watchful eyes of countless people, Emperor Xu spoke. His voice was calm, revealing neither joy nor anger:
"Lord Lu, as one of the most important and influential soul master organizations in the Federation, the change of the tower master of the Spirit Pagoda does indeed require careful consideration, as it concerns stability."

He changed the subject, his gaze sweeping over the disheveled father and son, his tone remaining calm:

"However, some of the recent actions of the Qian Gu Dong Feng Clan Chief, including his excessive actions against Leng Yao Zhu, the Deputy Tower Master, do indeed violate the spirit of fair competition advocated by the Federation and also deviate from the rules and regulations of the Spirit Pagoda itself."

His gaze finally settled on Lu Jun, and he made his decision:
"If Deputy Tower Master Leng Yaozhu is willing and capable of taking on this responsibility, then the Federation... can recognize her as the successor to the position of Tower Master of the Spirit Pagoda." (End of Chapter)