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

Chapter 489 Ruthless Douluo Cao Dezhi

Shrek City, deep within the Tang Clan headquarters.

In a secret room, Zang Xin, the amorous Douluo who was severely injured by Lu Jun's sword last year, looked at the desperate communications coming from all sides in his hand. He could no longer suppress the raging fire in his heart and smashed the hard ebony table in front of him to pieces with a punch.

However, this excessive force immediately aggravated his old injury.

Zang Xin suddenly coughed, his face turning deathly pale. He vomited a mouthful of dark blood and his breathing weakened considerably.

Lu Jun's sword strike, imbued with the ultimate ice and destructive sword intent, nearly damaged his very essence, and he has yet to fully recover.

"Zang Xin!"

A figure quickly appeared beside him and supported his swaying body.

The newcomer was tall and extremely handsome, appearing to be only in his thirties, yet he was dressed in the uniform of a federal general, with three stars on his shoulders indicating his extremely high status.

But when Zang Xin saw him, a complex expression flashed in his eyes, and he said breathlessly:
"Cao Dezhi...you bastard, it seems you've finally returned just when the Tang Clan needed you the most."

That's right, this seemingly young federal general is none other than Cao Dezhi, the true supreme leader of the Tang Sect and the Ruthless Douluo.

Seeing Zang Xin vomiting blood, Cao Dezhi felt a barely perceptible pang of heartache, but being a reserved person, he didn't show it much. He simply said in a deep voice:
"How could I not come back? The Tang Clan headquarters has suffered such a great calamity, and even you are so badly injured. If I don't come back, I'm afraid the Tang Clan's millennia-old foundation will truly be destroyed."

Zang Xin turned his face away, seemingly not wanting him to see his disheveled state, and said in a muffled voice:

"You should stay with the Blood God Legion... that's the most important line of defense against the Abyss."

Cao Dezhi gave a helpless, bitter smile:

“Yes, I should indeed stay in the Blood God Legion. But since Emperor Xu Tian came to power and launched a massive purge, even the Blood God Legion, the strongest legion in the Federation, is now under his absolute control. I have already been kicked out by Xue Yi under some pretext.”

"Furthermore, if I hadn't been quick to react and escape in advance, I would probably be dead in the Blood God Legion by now."

His voice became somewhat low and sorrowful:
"Unfortunately, I was the only one who managed to escape... The other Tang Clan members who served in the Blood God Legion were all executed by the Xu family under the pretext of 'cleaning up members of the traitorous organization and purifying the legion'."

"The reason is that as long as we are still here, the Blood God Legion cannot purely fulfill its duty to fight against the Abyss."

"boom!!!"

Upon hearing this, Zang Xin trembled with anger and slammed his fist into the wall next to him, leaving a deep fist mark.

He gritted his teeth, his voice icy cold:

"Xu! Heavenly! Emperor! What ruthless methods! What a vicious scheme!"

He took a few deep breaths, forcibly suppressing his surging blood and qi, and his eyes sharpened:
"Well, the plan on the Eastern Continent should be almost complete. If nothing unexpected happens, it should only take a year at most to reach the final stage."

"At that time, we will invite the two sect leaders of Haotian Sect, along with the Goddess of Beauty. With the three of them joining forces, even a mere Emperor Xu will be dead."

Cao Dezhi nodded emphatically, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes:
“That’s right. As long as those three are willing to make a move, Emperor Xu will surely die, and the fate of the Federation will change.”

"At that time, our Tang Clan will be able to return to its peak."

In their view, this is beyond question.

All the forbearance and sacrifice now are for that final moment of counterattack.

The turmoil in Aolai City, though devastating, may merely be a rehearsal and prelude to the coming massive storm.

At this moment, Aolai City was completely shrouded in an invisible killing intent.

The air was as thick as congealed blood, and every breath carried a chilling, rusty coldness.

The Tang Clan has clearly gone all out this time, mobilizing all the strongest forces they can currently muster in the East Coast region to create a truly inescapable trap.

They knew how formidable Lu Jun was, and they showed no sign of underestimating him, adopting a posture of using their full strength even when hunting a rabbit.

Wave after wave of enemies, like a black tide, surged into the city from various entrances in a stepped fashion, their killing intent palpable and their objective clear: capture Lu Jun and Tang Wulin alive, and kill the rest!

Meanwhile, Lu Jun and the others had successfully escorted Tang Ziran and his wife into the most robust cockpit of the No. 01 mech. The hatch was tightly closed, providing the strongest physical protection.

Lu Jun stood in front of the mecha, his gaze sweeping over his companions, and issued commands in a rapid but clear manner:
"Tang Wulin, Long Chen, Wu Siduo, Xie Xie, the upcoming battles will be far more intense than before, and are beyond the capabilities of you Soul Masters to participate in head-on!"

"Your mission is to protect this mech at all costs and ensure that your uncles and aunts are not harmed in any way! Understand? If the pressure becomes too great, call me immediately, and I will provide support as soon as possible!"

"Understood, Brother Lu, don't worry!"

Xie Xie and Long Chen nodded emphatically, their eyes resolute. Tang Wulin clenched his fists, his determination to protect his parents overwhelming everything else.

Although Wu Siduo was somewhat depressed because her cultivation level was classified as requiring protection, she also knew that the responsibility was heavy. The Netherworld Cat Martial Soul quietly possessed her, and she entered a state of high alert.

Lu Jun then looked at Xu Xiaoyan:

"Xiao Yan, your absolute control is crucial in this chaotic battle. Remember to coordinate with Le Zhengyu and the others' attack rhythm."

"Don't force yourself when your soul power is exhausted. Immediately retreat inside the mecha and take some pills to recover."

"Okay... okay, Brother Lu!" Xu Xiaoyan took a deep breath, her small hands gripping the Star Staff tightly. Although she was a little nervous, her eyes were filled with eager excitement.

Being able to participate in a major battle of this level is an excellent training opportunity for her.

Finally, Lu Jun's gaze fell upon the three Soul Kings: Yuanen Yehui, Le Zhengyu, and Gu Yuena.

"Yuan En, Zheng Yu, Gu Yue, the three of you are the core of our combat strength. If any of them manage to slip through my defenses or attempt to attack the mechs, you must hold them off. We don't need to win, we just need to delay them and buy me time. Can you do that?"

“No problem.” Yuan Enhui said succinctly, and the demonic sword was already humming.

Le Zhengyu held the Holy Sword horizontally before his chest, and divine light began to gather:
"Leave it to us!"

Gu Yuena nodded slightly, her purple eyes shimmering with seven-colored light, and the elemental energy around her began to activate.

Le Zhengyu couldn't help but ask again:

"Brother Lu, what about you? You're facing so much all by yourself..."

Upon hearing this, Lu Jun's lips curled into a confident and unrestrained smile, and his aura surged like a volcano about to erupt.
"Me? Of course I'll... take the initiative and crush all those annoying flies."

He cracked his neck, producing a crisp sound, his tone relaxed yet brimming with immense confidence:
"Don't worry about me. The energy I used for warming up was negligible. I have plenty of soul power now."

(End of this chapter)