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

Chapter 61 Leng Yulai's Thoughts
Before he could finish speaking, a fierce glint flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and his terrifying soul power, befitting a titled Douluo, erupted without reservation.

His body swelled up dramatically, his muscles bulging, clearly indicating that some powerful beast spirit had possessed him. His ninth spirit ring rose, carrying a destructive aura, as he was about to forcefully break through Wu Changkong's obstruction and capture Lu Jun.

"This person is shameless!" A furious shout rang out.

A figure crashed onto the balcony. Long Bing, wearing a three-word battle armor, rushed to the battlefield, and his eight spirit rings—four purple and four black—instantly lit up.

Both husband and wife were at the eighth level of cultivation, their two sets of three-word battle armor gleaming, standing side by side, firmly blocking Lu Jun from the enraged Title Douluo.

Facing the opponent's impending ninth soul skill, Wu Changkong's gaze remained unwavering. The Heavenly Frost Sword emitted a clear, resonant hum, its sword intent locking onto the opponent. His voice remained calm yet carried an undeniable power:
"If you want to fight, go outside and fight."

"This is not a place to run wild."

As soon as he finished speaking, he swung the Heavenly Frost Sword upwards, and a huge ice-blue sword light tore through the air. It was not used to attack the enemy, but to slash fiercely at the night sky outside the balcony.

At the same time, Long Bing released a gentle soul force to protect Lu Jun behind her.

"Boom."

The balcony's dome and large sections of walls shattered like paper under the sword's edge, allowing moonlight and the night wind to rush in.

Without hesitation, Wu Changkong and Long Bing transformed into two streaks of light, carrying soaring fighting spirit and icy coldness, and charged into the empty night sky outside the hotel.

Their actions were not only to protect Lu Jun and the building, but also a blatant challenge to the Tang Sect's titled Douluo.

"Looks like you want to be crippled and expelled from the Tang Clan." The middle-aged man transformed into a shooting star burning with destructive purple flames and chased after them furiously.

Just as the three figures were about to collide in the night sky.

The space around Lu Jun rippled silently, like waves on water.

A tall, graceful figure clad in black, form-fitting leather armor materialized from the night and silently appeared beside Lu Jun.

It was Leng Yulai, who was watching the play.

She watched with great interest the three figures facing each other in the night sky outside the window, especially Wu Changkong's back. Her red lips parted slightly, and she murmured with a playful smile:

"Heh, I didn't expect there to be such a reasonable and principled fellow in the Tang Clan?"

Her tone carried a hint of surprised admiration.

Immediately, she turned her head, raised her hand, and very naturally ruffled Lu Jun's slightly messy hair. The gesture was incredibly intimate, and her beautiful face was full of undisguised doting and admiration.

“You did very well, little one. You stood firm in the face of sweet talk and coercion, and you didn’t embarrass your master.”

Lu Jun felt the warmth from the top of his head, and his tense nerves finally relaxed. He pursed his lips helplessly.

"Master, if you had come out any later, I would have been invited for tea."

"Don't worry, your aunt is here." Leng Yulai chuckled, but a cold glint flashed in her eyes. "Dare to touch someone I'm protecting? You're asking for trouble!"

Before she finished speaking, her figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

The next second, she appeared as if by teleportation between the three figures about to clash in the night sky.

"Who goes there?!" Just as the Tang Sect Title Douluo was about to launch a thunderous attack, he suddenly felt a terrifying pressure descend upon him, as if he were being targeted by a prehistoric beast.

He whirled around, recognizing the newcomer's strikingly beautiful face and the deep, dark flames surrounding him that seemed to devour light. His pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints, and he cried out in alarm:

"Dark...Dark Phoenix Douluo?! Leng Yulai?!"

A super Douluo with a fearsome reputation in the world of Soul Masters.

The absolute upper echelons of the Spirit Pagoda, belonging to one of the most outstanding figures in the Spirit Pagoda.

That domineering dark flame is extremely difficult to deal with; even a Limit Douluo would suffer if he were touched by it.

Why is she here?

Overwhelming fear instantly drowned out his anger at being betrayed. Without the slightest hesitation, the middle-aged man didn't even dare to utter a harsh word. His soul power erupted wildly, and he turned to escape as a streak of light.

Faced with this ruthless star, forget about the Tang Sect mission and the genius Lu Jun; survival is the most important thing!

"Hmph, trying to run now?" Leng Yulai's red lips curled into a cold and eerie smile. Her voice wasn't loud, but it clearly echoed through the night sky. "Anyone who dares to try and kidnap me has quite the nerve! If I let you get away today, I'm not the Dark Phoenix Douluo!"

"Wow!"

A phoenix cry, seemingly emanating from the deepest hell, tore through the sky. Leng Yulai's body shone with intense black light, and she instantly transformed into a black phoenix with wingspans that blotted out the sky.

The pure dark energy was like a boiling sea of ​​ink, and its terrifying pressure caused the entire hotel area below to tremble.

That pure darkness, imbued with an aura of destruction and devouring, made even the starlight in the night sky pale in comparison.

The enormous black phoenix claw, like a ghostly claw from the underworld, ignored the distance in space and instantly appeared above the frantically fleeing purple meteor.

"No..." The middle-aged man only had time to let out a desperate roar.

"puff."

A muffled thud, like popping a bubble.

The imposing Title Douluo, along with the brilliance of his nine proud spirit rings and three-word battle armor, was utterly vulnerable under the Dark Phoenix Claw.

The raging soul power was extinguished instantly as if it had encountered its nemesis. The person felt as if their bones had been removed, and they slumped down, completely unconscious, as if gripped firmly in the palm of the huge black phoenix claw like a chick.

The phantom of the Dark Phoenix slowly dissipated, and Leng Yulai's figure reappeared. She casually carried the unconscious Tang Sect Title Douluo, who looked like a tattered sack, with an elegant and composed demeanor, as if she had just casually swatted away an annoying fly.

Carrying the prisoner, she flashed back to the now-messy balcony where Lu Jun was.

Wu Changkong and Long Bing followed closely behind and landed back on the balcony.

Looking at the peerless and terrifyingly powerful senior before him, Long Bing's eyes instantly blazed with boundless admiration. He took a step forward excitedly, his voice trembling slightly:
"Your Majesty! It's you! Do you remember me?"

Leng Yulai's gaze fell on Long Bing, her red lips curving slightly, carrying a gentle smile reminiscent of an elder looking at a younger person:
"Of course I remember. That old hummingbird fellow actually had such a beautiful daughter."

Long Bing was a little embarrassed: "Hehe, Your Majesty flatters me. My father just looks a bit old."

Leng Yulai glanced at Wu Changkong, who stood beside her with a calm demeanor and a sword in hand: "You have good taste. The man you found is quite capable and responsible. He is a very good guy in the Tang Clan."

Long Bing blushed instantly upon receiving such a direct compliment from her idol, and instinctively moved closer to Wu Changkong.

Wu Changkong stepped forward and solemnly bowed to Leng Yulai:

"Your Majesty, hello. Thank you for your help."

Leng Yulai looked Wu Changkong up and down, her scrutinizing gaze filled with undisguised admiration, as if she were examining a fine piece of jade.

"Hmm, not bad. His strength is top-notch among his peers. The key is that he has a strong character and is quite handsome too."

She looked at Wu Changkong, then changed the subject, making a request that surprised everyone present:

"I've seen your martial spirit and the battle just now, so I suddenly have a request. I wonder if you would be willing to grant it?"

Wu Changkong remained calm and composed, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Your Majesty, please speak."

Leng Yulai pointed to Lu Jun beside her:
"As you know, this kid's martial soul is a sword, and its attribute is extreme ice. Your Heavenly Frost Sword martial soul is also ice-attribute, and you also follow the path of the sword. Among your peers, I, Leng Yulai, would consider your swordsmanship foundation to be quite respectable."

She paused and continued:

"How about coming to our Spirit Pagoda and becoming this little guy's personal swordsmanship instructor? With the resources of the Spirit Pagoda, you won't be treated unfairly."

(End of this chapter)