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

Chapter 934 Has Huo Yuhao changed?
Tang Wutong was stunned.

A clear struggle and hesitation appeared on her exquisite face.

Since learning that Huo Yuhao had actually been resurrected and returned, the complex and indescribable emotions that had been dormant in her heart for thousands of years were suddenly stirred up.

happy?

Excited?
Guilt?

fear?

She herself couldn't explain it.

If it weren't for Lu Jun's Ice Puppet Mark restraining her, she might have already gone to search for that figure.

Upon hearing Lu Jun's order, a thought involuntarily surfaced.

She bit her lip and cautiously began to speak:
"Actually... there might be a better way."

She raised her light blue eyes and looked at Lu Jun.

"Should I go and talk to him? After all, there's some history between us..."

Upon hearing this, Lu Jun's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and a faint warning flashed in his eyes.

"Tang Wutong." His voice turned colder. "I know exactly what you're thinking."

Seeing the slight panic in Tang Wutong's eyes, he continued calmly:

"Don't forget the terrible price Huo Yuhao paid back then to stop your father Tang San from descending to Douluo Star and shatter his ten-thousand-year plan."

"And you... are Tang San's biological daughter."

He paused, his tone carrying an almost cruel clarity:

"What do you think Huo Yuhao would think if he were facing you?"

"Would I feel any favor or tolerance towards you just because of the blood flowing in my veins?"

"Don't have any unrealistic fantasies." Lu Jun shook his head. "Have you forgotten what Xue Di just said?"

"Huo Yuhao from ten thousand years ago was already extreme enough in his actions."

"Ten thousand years later, after a long slumber and the baptism of faith, no one can predict what his thoughts will become."

"We cannot risk losing a first-level god by provoking Huo Yuhao in his current state."

"Because we can't guarantee whether Huo Yuhao will be able to maintain emotional stability after seeing you."

Tang Wutong was struck dumb, frozen in place.

Lu Jun's words were like a cold awl, mercilessly piercing through the fragile and hopeful illusion in her heart.

Yes... how could she forget?

All of Huo Yuhao's relatives, close friends, and teachers from back then...

Almost all of them were destroyed, either directly or indirectly, by their father Tang San's schemes and the oppression of the divine realm.

That deep-seated hatred, that unforgettable pain and anger, how could it easily dissipate even after ten thousand years?

And she, Tang Wutong, carries the blood of her enemy.

Will Huo Yuhao really forgive her?

Or rather, would you view her normally?
The thought of that potentially cold, indifferent, or even hateful gaze sent a shiver down Tang Wutong's spine. The warmth that had just stirred within her because of Huo Yuhao's return instantly cooled, turning into a deeper chill and bitterness.

Her pretty face had lost all color, leaving only a heartbreaking paleness and gloom.

She remained silent for a long time, and finally, as if she had exhausted all her strength, she slowly lowered her head, her voice barely audible, filled with profound weariness and resignation.

"……I see."

"When we get back... I will tell you everything I know: his legends, his achievements, his personality traits, his special abilities... everything I can remember."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the mainland.

The former site of Shrek Academy, once a sacred place for Soul Masters, a symbol of glory and hope, has now been reduced to a desolate and barren wasteland. The scorched earth is exposed, and a few remaining sections of cracked walls stand like stubborn rocks, silently telling the story of that devastating blow.

The air was still filled with a faint, strange aura of soul power annihilated over the years, and an even deeper, lingering stillness of death.

In the center of this ruin, which symbolizes the end of an era, Huo Yuhao's true form sits quietly like an ancient rock.

The Eye of Asura hovered above his left shoulder, radiating a warm yet profound golden light.

The emperor's sword lay across his knees, its blade occasionally gleaming with a golden light.

A tall, imposing black figure, exuding a deep dragon's might, appeared silently at the edge of the ruins, as if tearing through space.

It was Emperor Tian.

He transformed into human form, his black robes billowing, his long hair flowing like a waterfall, his face cold and stern as if carved by a knife and axe, his golden dragon eyes fixed on the figure in the center of the ruins who was meditating with his eyes closed.

Just by looking at him, Di Tian could feel a terrifying pressure as vast as the sea of ​​stars, yet as restrained as an abyss, emanating from his seemingly calm figure and causing the surrounding space to distort slightly.

Di Tian took a deep breath and stepped forward.

The soles of the boots made a slight rustling sound as they stepped on the scorched earth and gravel.

Just when he was still a hundred meters away from Huo Yuhao—

The air in front of Huo Yuhao rippled like water.

As light and shadow converged, a spiritual entity, identical to the seated body but slightly transparent and surrounded by a faint halo, silently condensed and took shape.

The spiritual entity opened its eyes, which were identical to its physical form and contained the vastness of the starry sky, and calmly looked at the approaching Emperor Tian.

Di Tian stopped in his tracks, his golden dragon eyes meeting those spiritual eyes.

An invisible ripple of emotion quietly spread between the two.

"Huo Yuhao."

Di Tian spoke first, his voice deep and resonant, like muffled thunder rumbling in his chest, carrying an undisguised question:
"The abyss is pressing in, and a formidable enemy is at hand. You have awakened at this time, and instead of seeking alliances to fight against the enemy, you openly challenge Lu Jun, attempting to incite internal strife... What exactly are you trying to do?!"

Huo Yuhao's spiritual form remained expressionless, as if Di Tian's angry question was merely a gentle breeze.

He spoke, his voice resonating clearly and indifferently within Di Tian's spiritual world:
"My goal is simple. I want the Ice Abyss Sword, the ultimate artifact in his possession."

His tone was flat and straightforward, as if stating something self-evident:
"If Mr. Lu is sensible and offers this sword to me, I will accept his kindness."

"This is the best ending, a happy one for everyone, saving countless troubles."

Di Tian's face suddenly darkened, like the sky before a storm.

He stared at Huo Yuhao's spiritual form, speaking each word with suppressed anger and deep disappointment:

"Huo Yuhao, you've changed."

"Have I changed?"

Upon hearing this, Huo Yuhao, in his spiritual form, was slightly taken aback, and then let out a low laugh.

The laughter started softly, then grew louder and louder, echoing in the empty, desolate ruins, carrying a chilling sense of desolation and madness.

"Hahahaha, I've changed? Di Tian, ​​you're saying I've changed?!"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Huo Yuhao's spiritual body suddenly looked at Di Tian, ​​his spiritual eyes flashing with a captivating light, his voice rising sharply, carrying an intense emotion that had been suppressed for ten thousand years and was finally bursting forth:
"I have protected this planet for ten thousand years! Ten thousand years!!!"

His voice, like an invisible storm, carried a powerful spiritual force and suddenly spread.

The surrounding ruins trembled as this invisible force swept over them, and the already fragile bricks and stones crumbled and fell to the ground in dust.

"My contributions to this planet are unparalleled!"

"Without me, Huo Yuhao, do you think Douluo Star could have survived until today?"

(End of this chapter)