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

"You beast! You bastard! You deserve to die a horrible death! Go to hell—!!"

Tang Wutong screamed and cursed in despair, tears mixed with blood streaming down her face.

She was like a fish thrown ashore, twisting and struggling frantically, but only making her situation worse.

However, just when she was about to be completely consumed by despair, Lu Jun's movements suddenly stopped.

He released his grip, slowly straightened up, and resumed his condescending, cold, and condescending posture.

It was as if the man who had just been devoured by madness was merely a hallucination born from her extreme fear.

Tang Wutong lay limp in the chains, as if all her bones had been removed, leaving only her violently heaving chest and uncontrollable, dying gasps.

She hugged her exposed skin tightly with both arms, curling up into a ball, trying to draw a pitiful sense of security, even though the action seemed utterly futile in the current situation.

Lu Jun just stared at her, his eyes devoid of any lust, only a bottomless, icy pool.

"Since you insist on not forming an alliance with us and are determined to stand on the opposite side of Douluo Star."

He spoke each word clearly and distinctly, as if he were reading a verdict.

"Then don't blame me for using some extreme measures to punish your heinous crimes. I, Lu Jun, am willing to wear the mask of a villain today."

He stuck out his tongue and slowly licked his somewhat dry lower lip, a gesture that seemed incredibly sinister and cruel in this time and place.

"Weren't you proud of your beauty, once a goddess of beauty admired by thousands?"

His tone suddenly changed, carrying a chilling undertone.

"Very good. This physical appearance can be considered a rare resource. Instead of wasting it, let's use it to benefit the people of Douluo Continent."

Tang Wutong suddenly raised her head, her pupils constricted to the extreme, staring at him in disbelief.

"Let me think about it." Lu Jun stroked his chin, as if he was really thinking seriously. "Even Huo Yuhao, whom you supposedly love wholeheartedly, avoids you like the plague and hasn't even touched you, right? What a waste."

"It's better than this."

He leaned down, close to her face, which was as pale as a ghost from extreme fear, and spoke in a voice as soft as a demon's whisper.

"I'll take a picture of you right now, disheveled, pitiful, and at everyone's mercy, and post it on every soul-guided network platform across the entire continent. Then I'll announce to the world: only one dollar, the cheapest Federal Coin..."

He paused, appreciating the despair in her eyes, as if the world were collapsing.

"In return, you'll have the chance to personally enjoy your exceptional beauty. How about it?"

"No...no...you can't...you can't do this...!!"

Tang Wutong's voice was so hoarse that it was barely audible, consisting only of broken breaths and violent trembling.

"rest assured."

Lu Jun's voice suddenly turned sharp, carrying an undeniable cruelty:
“You have no ability to resist. I will first cripple your remaining divine power, break your limbs, and eliminate all means you might use to commit suicide.”

“I want you to live consciously, in this most beautiful yet most wretched state, to bear everything, to atone for the sins you and your father committed against this land, little by little.”

He straightened up, his face devoid of any expression, only a cold indifference.

"I always keep my word."

Having said that, he actually reached out again, grabbing at her with swift, decisive movement, without the slightest hesitation, as if he were about to drag her completely into an abyss more terrifying than hell. "I agree!!!"

Just as Lu Jun's fingertips were about to touch her skin, Tang Wutong used all her strength to unleash a soul-rending scream.

The voice was sharp and broken, filled with utter collapse and pleading.

"I agree to be your ally! I agree! I really agree!!"

"Actually, I wanted to say yes a long time ago! I just... I just wanted to disgust you! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Please forgive me! Please forgive me!!"

She was incoherent, tears streaming down her face, and desperately tried to shrink back, even though there was a cold, hard wall behind her, as if she wanted to embed herself into it and escape from the man who had become a demon in front of her.

"I'll do whatever you say! I'll do whatever you tell me to do! I'll never disobey!"

"I swear! I swear on my divine status! Please don't do this to me... Waaah... Spare me... Please..."

She finally broke down completely, bursting into tears. Her cries no longer contained any of the pride and composure of a goddess, but only the most instinctive wails and pleas for mercy from a pitiful soul whose defenses had been completely shattered and who was gripped by extreme fear.

The cell was deathly silent.

Only Tang Wutong's heart-wrenching cries echoed.

At the entrance, Gu Yuena, Wu Siduo, and even Di Yue all stood there, stunned, unable to recover for a long time.

Then they watched as Lu Jun slowly withdrew his hand after hearing Tang Wutong's reply. They watched as the cold indifference on his face receded like the tide, returning to a deep calm, as if all the ruthless and cruel threats, the tangible evil and madness, were just a performance that was extremely realistic.

Even so, the hellish scene depicted in those words still sent a chill down their spines, making their skin tremble involuntarily.

This move... is truly ruthless, ingenious, and incredibly effective.

It was so ruthless that not only Tang Wutong, but even the bystanders felt a suffocating fear, unable to imagine what it would be like if they were in Tang Wutong's situation...

That truly meant being unable to live and unable to die.

Tang Wutong's crying did not stop.

It was a collapse that welled up from the depths of the soul after all pretense and defenses had been completely shed.

She huddled on the cold metal platform, her long, light blue hair disheveled like seaweed, rising and falling with her trembling shoulders.

With her limbs bound by chains, she couldn't curl up completely and could only bury her face in her arms in an awkward and vulnerable posture.

The sobs were muffled and suppressed, yet carried a heart-wrenching despair, as if trying to cry out all the fear, resentment, and humiliation accumulated during this long imprisonment.

At this moment, she was not the daughter of a god-king, nor a noble goddess, but merely a fragile girl forced to the edge of a cliff with no way out, trying to resist the coldness and cruelty of the outside world with the most primal crying.

Lu Jun looked at her expressionlessly.

There was no pity or pleasure in his eyes, only an almost indifferent calm.

He stepped forward and grasped the hilt of the Ice Abyss Sword with his right hand.

The sword blade and flesh had long been frozen and stuck together due to the extreme cold. The moment it was pulled out, it made a slight "hissing" sound, bringing out a few wisps of icy blue cold air and a few condensed blood crystals.

Tang Wutong's body trembled violently, her crying abruptly ceasing into a muffled groan of pain. (End of Chapter)