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

Gu Yuena crossed her arms and leisurely observed Tang Wutong's disheveled appearance, her eyes filled with undisguised scrutiny and mockery.

"How are you doing, Tang Wutong?"

Gu Yuena's voice, carrying a condescending tone, broke the painful gasps in the secret room.

Tang Wutong's chest heaved violently, each breath pulling at the wound in her abdomen, bringing excruciating pain.

She mustered all her strength, her voice as faint as a candle flickering in the wind, yet still carrying a stubborn refusal to be completely extinguished:

"Thanks to... thanks to Mr. Lu... I'm doing... very well..."

Gu Yuena's lips curled into a cold smile. She took two steps forward, her gaze fixed on the Ice Abyss Sword, which was constantly absorbing divine power.

"Why be so stubborn? Hand over the position of the Sea God, and you will be immediately freed from the endless torment of being devoured by the god. I can make arrangements to have Lu Jun alleviate your suffering and even give you a relatively dignified place to be imprisoned."

Tang Wutong's body trembled almost imperceptibly, her pearly teeth biting down hard on her bloodless lower lip, almost drawing blood.

Relinquish the position of sea god?

That was the power her father passed down to her, the symbol of the daughter of the God-King, and the last bit of support and pride in her heart.

She can't... she absolutely can't...

Her silence and the subtle struggle she made already gave the answer.

Seeing this, Gu Yuena's eyes flashed with a hint of boredom, and she shook her head:

"Stubborn to the end. Fine, you can stay here and slowly wear yourself down with this sword. Anyway, Lu Jun has plenty of time and ways to entertain you."

She said no more, turned around, and gestured for Hyotei and Yuki to leave.

"If you scream in pain again next time, I won't pay any attention to you, and you can continue to be stabbed by Lu Jun's sword."

The heavy, sealed door slowly closed again, completely isolating the outside light and human voices.

"Click."

The soft click of the lock closing was like a final verdict.

Darkness, like a viscous substance imbued with life, surged forth in an instant, once again completely engulfing and submerging the entire room, along with Tang Wutong's body and soul.

Inside the secret chamber, only the Ice Abyss Sword continued to emit a chilling, icy blue light, and Tang Wutong's suppressed, intermittent gasps and groans of pain.

She lowered her head helplessly, her hair falling loose as if it had lost all life, completely obscuring her face and all her expressions. No one could see behind those strands of hair whether it was despair, resentment, or utter numbness.

Only a few warm drops of liquid, uncontrollably breaking free from their eye sockets, streaked down their dirty cheeks, carrying a faint golden light, and dripped onto the cold ground, splashing up insignificant water droplets before being quickly absorbed by the darkness.

In the darkness, a barely audible, tearful murmur rang out, like the last bubble of a drowning person:

"Someone... can... save me..."

The voice was faint, yet it contained endless despair and pleading.

"Yuhao...where...where are you...?"

……

One day later, at the headquarters of the Spirit Pagoda, in the office of the deputy pagoda master.

Leng Yaozhu was sitting behind her desk, holding a bowl of warm medicinal soup that smelled of herbs, and gently blowing on it.

Her complexion was much better than it had been a few days ago, but there was still a trace of weakness from her injury between her brows.

Even though Lu Jun has recovered, he still has some aftereffects and needs to recuperate slowly. Leng Yulai stood to the side, her brows furrowed, looking at the meeting notice that had just been delivered.

Initiated urgently by Tower Master Qian Gu Dong Feng, all core elders, councilors, and heads of various branches were ordered to immediately proceed to the top-floor council hall.

"What is this old man trying to do?" Leng Yulai's tone was full of vigilance and hostility. "He caused such a commotion with our family before, almost to the point of war. Yesterday, Lu Jun even came to our door and beat him up. And now he wants to hold a meeting? He still won't behave himself."

"Could it be that he's still harboring malicious intentions and wants to instigate an internal war within the Spirit Pagoda in his death throes?"

Leng Yaozhu sipped the herbal soup, the warmth sliding down her throat and nourishing her damaged meridians.

She raised her eyes, a hint of contemplation flashing across them, but mostly a strange sense of relief.

"I don't know exactly what he's planning to do. But... didn't Lu Jun go to see him yesterday? Given that kid's personality and methods, Qian Gu Dong Feng... shouldn't be able to cause any trouble."

"Humph!"

Leng Yulai snorted coldly, crossed her arms, and two extreme auras flowed around her, making her look even more imposing.

"Let them come at me! This time I'll protect my sister, they won't get away with it again. I'll beat that old man Qian Gu Dong Feng's face into a pig's head!"

Sensing her sister's undisguised protectiveness, Leng Yaozhu smiled warmly, put down the medicine bowl, and teased:

“Indeed, our Yu Lai is now a powerhouse with dual extreme attributes, and her strength is far, far greater than mine.”

Upon hearing this, Leng Yulai immediately broke into a smug smile. Just like when she was a child, she leaned over, affectionately wrapped her arm around Leng Yaozhu's, and nuzzled her head against her sister's shoulder.
"Sis~ You'll definitely be stronger than me in the future! If we sisters join forces, who in the Spirit Pagoda will dare to bully us?"

"Oh dear, you're such a grown-up, yet you still cling to your older sister like this."

Leng Yaozhu felt a little ticklish from being rubbed by her, and couldn't help but chuckle, her tone full of doting affection.

"No matter how old we are, it doesn't change the fact that we are sisters!"

Leng Yulai said with a grin, then stood up, took Leng Yaozhu's hand, and her eyes sharpened.

"Let's go, sister, let's go to the conference hall together and see what tricks that old guy Qian Gu Dong Feng is up to!"

"Mm." Leng Yaozhu nodded, tidied her appearance, and walked steadily outside with Leng Yulai's help.

……

The council hall of the Spirit Pagoda headquarters remained as solemn and dignified as ever.

The spacious area features a gleaming black marble floor that clearly reflects the giant crystal chandelier hanging from the dome. The dazzling light shines down, yet it cannot dispel the oppressive and tranquil atmosphere that permeates the air.

On both sides of the hall, dozens of ebony chairs carved with the emblem of the Spirit Pagoda are neatly arranged.

At this time, the core elders of the Spirit Pagoda, the powerful councilors, and the heads of the major branches had basically arrived.

They spoke in hushed tones, their eyes filled with doubt, speculation, and a hint of unease.

Qian Gu Dongfeng suddenly convened an emergency meeting. Combined with the astonishing commotion that came from the Qian Gu family manor yesterday, everyone sensed something unusual.

When Qian Gu Dongfeng appeared beside the main seat at the front of the hall, the whispers reached a peak, then eerily subsided.

The once dignified and imposing tower master was now as pale as paper, his breath weak, and his eyes dim.

He even needed to lean on a chair to stand up while walking, appearing more disheveled and weak than ever before.

What's even more chilling is that behind him, like a shadow, stands a figure shrouded in gray energy—the Hades Douluo Harosa!

He was expressionless, like a cold sculpture, but the aura of death and silence that naturally emanated from him sent chills down the spines of all those with high cultivation levels present. They instinctively held their breath, not daring to approach, much less look at him. (End of Chapter)