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

While calming the ruffled imperial beast, Lu Jun looked at Gu Yuena with a serious expression:

"Alright, let's catch up later. There's something important that needs to be taken care of immediately."

His gaze calmed, and a hint of coldness appeared in his eyes.

"This hidden danger has been dragging on for too long. Thanks to Xu Tiandi's interference this time, I have seen some things clearly. If we don't take action now, something unexpected might happen."

Upon hearing this, Gu Yuena narrowed her purple eyes slightly, and the lazy smile on her face faded a bit.

"You mean..." she said thoughtfully, "the one in the basement?"

“That’s right.” Lu Jun nodded, his tone resolute. “Nana, you are our biggest trump card, the Silver Dragon King, who should have been the one to turn the tide at the crucial moment.”

"But now we have to stay here and watch over her every step of the way... It's a waste of our strength and not a long-term solution."

Gu Yuena paused for a moment, then raised an eyebrow slightly:

"From what you're saying... you're planning to force yourself on me?"

Lu Jun met her gaze, slowly nodded, and a cold smile curved his lips:

"Exactly."

……

Deep underground within the villa.

Because she wanted to imprison Tang Wutong, Gu Yuena had used her spatial powers to transform this place into a nearly independent and incredibly sturdy prison.

In addition, the top-of-the-line soul tool alloy walls are several meters thick, with layers of seals and isolation soul tool arrays engraved on the surface, absorbing most of the light and making it appear dark and cold.

In the deepest, most secret room, the door slid open silently.

Lu Jun stepped inside.

The interior was spacious, with only a specially made metal platform in the center.

Dark, cold chains extend from the four corners of the platform, at the ends of which limbs are bound.

Her long, light blue hair was loose and disheveled, falling over her shoulders and back, the ends almost touching the cold ground.

Her clothes were torn in many places, revealing old wounds and bruises on her pale skin, making her look even more pitiful.

The most shocking sight was her lower abdomen, where a long sword, entirely ice-blue and shimmering with eerie patterns, pierced through her body. The tip of the sword protruded slightly from her back, while the hilt remained in front of her, unconsciously supported by her hands.

Ice Abyss Sword.

The sword constantly emanated an extreme chill, resonating with the sealing array patterns engraved on the platform to form a double confinement. This not only sealed off her divine power but also continuously eroded her vitality and will, keeping her in a state of weakness yet clarity.

Hearing footsteps, she slowly raised her lowered head.

She revealed a pale face, yet her stunning beauty was still undeniable.

Her beautiful pinkish-blue eyes were now clouded with a tired gray, and the corners of her eyes bore faint red marks from long-term suffering.

When she recognized Lu Jun as the person who had come, a complex emotion suddenly welled up within her gray eyes.

Hatred, fear, mockery.

And a faint glimmer of hope, hidden deep beneath her despair, a hope she herself was unwilling to admit.

She gently tugged at the corners of her chapped lips, her voice hoarse, yet possessing a broken, almost eerie beauty:

"how……"

"So you finally remembered to come and make a fool of yourself as a prisoner?" The air in the basement was stagnant, like a heavy piece of iron pressing down on everyone's lungs.

Only the Ice Abyss Sword, piercing through Tang Wutong's abdomen, with its blade swirling with a deep, icy blue aura, cut a cold line in the near-absolute darkness, reflecting off her pale, paper-like face.

The halo climbed onto her skin, coating it with a thin layer of cold frost.

"Wow... Wow..."

The chains rubbed against the cold stone wall, producing a soft, intermittent sound.

Layers of translucent ice crystals condensed on the black iron chains wrapped around her wrists and ankles. Every slight tremor caused by pain or struggle would aggravate the penetrating wound in her abdomen, causing her brows to furrow and strands of pale golden blood to uncontrollably spill from the corners of her mouth, which were particularly glaring in the icy blue light.

Lu Jun's footsteps were neither hurried nor slow, echoing in the empty cell before finally stopping in front of her.

His shadow fell upon her, completely enveloping her in darkness. Only the cold light of the Ice Abyss Sword, as if it possessed a life of its own, spread out along the blade, causing the already extremely low temperature around her to drop even further.

He did not immediately respond to her barbed sarcasm, but lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze falling on the long sword that had pierced through her body.

The sword remained quietly embedded there, like some strange entity that coexists and opposes, continuously and slowly drawing upon the remaining divine power within her body, transforming it into nourishment for itself.

With the most domineering, extremely cold sword intent, it relentlessly suppressed every tremor and resistance of her soul.

"joke?"

Lu Jun finally spoke, his voice like jade tempered with ice, calm yet containing a resolute determination to sever all hope.

"Tang Wutong, look down at yourself now—a prisoner, fed on divine power, your life and death in my hands. Do you think this state deserves to be called a joke?"

Tang Wutong struggled to raise her head, her long, light blue eyelashes adorned with tiny ice crystals, trembling slightly as she looked up.

Those eyes, once hailed as the most beautiful in the world, are now shrouded in the gray of pain and weakness, yet deep within them still flickers a stubborn flame that refuses to be extinguished.

"if not?"

Her voice was hoarse, each word seeming to be squeezed out from her parched throat.

“You have imprisoned me here, day after day, year after year, draining my strength like livestock… Lu Jun, what difference is there between you and those greedy and ambitious people you despise?”

Lu Jun's lips curved into a very faint smile.

"The difference is..." he said calmly, yet each word was clear, "as a power bank, you have been quite dutiful, replenishing my Ice Abyss Sword with a lot of rare divine power."

Tang Wutong's face suddenly turned pale, then flushed with humiliation and anger.

She struggled violently against the chains, which resulted in even more intense abdominal pain and an uncontrollable cough.

"Cough...cough cough...Lu Jun! If you have something to say, just say it! If you just want to enjoy my disheveled state and mock my pain...then come on!"

Lu Jun stopped beating around the bush, his gaze as calm as an ancient well:

"...The protective mechanism, or rather, the remote backdoor, left deep in your soul by your father Tang San has long been eroded away bit by bit by the extreme sword intent and coldness of the Ice Abyss Sword."

He took half a step forward, and an invisible pressure drew near.

"Your thoughts, feelings, and desires should no longer be distorted or controlled by any external will."

"Your judgment should come from your own heart, Tang Wutong."

He paused, looking directly into the shock and confusion in her eyes, and posed the question he had prepared beforehand, his tone as solemn as an ultimatum:

"So, I'll ask you one last time—"

"Tang Wutong, are you willing to set aside past grievances and form an alliance with us to protect Douluo Star and fight against the Abyss?" (End of Chapter)