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

Tang Wutong's abdominal wound did not bleed.

The extreme cold had already sealed off his blood vessels.

But the dull pain of the penetrating wound being forcibly removed, and the subsequent deeper sense of emptiness and weakness, almost made her faint.

Lu Jun casually sheathed the Ice Abyss Sword, his movements fluid and natural, as if he had just pulled out not a murder weapon stuck in a human body, but merely a withered branch from the ground.

He looked down at Tang Wutong, who was slumped on the platform, her consciousness fading, and his voice was as cold and hard as iron:
"Since you've agreed, relax your mind."

Each word felt like an icicle, striking Tang Wutong's ears.

"I will mark you with my ice golem mark. Rest assured, you still have self-awareness, the ability to think, walk, and move. This mark is only to guard against one thing: any betrayal you may ever make in the future."

What else could Tang Wutong say?
She didn't even have the strength to hate or resent. The overwhelming despair and fear had already crushed all her pride and thoughts of resistance.

Tang Wutong could only sob uncontrollably, tears mixed with cold sweat streaming down her pale cheeks, as she followed Lu Jun's instructions and forcibly gathered her remaining spiritual power to painstakingly and little by little remove the core defenses of her sea of ​​consciousness.

That is to lay bare the most vulnerable part of one's soul before the other person.

She was extremely compliant, even with a kind of numb resignation.

His pale blue eyes were unfocused and lifeless, with only tears streaming down his face, wetting the cold metal beneath him.

Lu Jun pointed his fingers like a sword, and a deep, icy blue light emanated from his fingertips.

The light was not dazzling, but it contained a kind of law that could freeze the soul and imprint the origin.

He lightly touched Tang Wutong's brow with his fingertips.

A barely perceptible tremor emanated from the depths of Tang Wutong's consciousness.

A tiny, icy blue mark, like the finest snowflake or an eternal, cold star, was quietly imprinted on the core of her soul.

In an instant, she felt an indescribable chill sweep over her soul, not pain, but a cold sense of belonging marked on a deeper essence of life.

The mark was made, then disappeared.

Lu Jun withdrew his finger, let out a long breath, and a trace of fatigue flashed across his brows.

This kind of imprinting, which involves the very essence of the soul, was no easy task even for him.

"The mark has been made."

His voice remained calm, yet carried an undeniable warning:
"This seal is connected to my origin. If you try to forcibly erase or break it, it will instantly trigger the ice explosion spell that I have buried in it."

He paused, looking at Tang Wutong's suddenly contracted pupils, and continued:

"Even if you were in your prime as the daughter of a god-king, you might be able to withstand an ice explosion spell that explodes from the inside out, originating from your soul."

"But even if you manage to withstand it, you will be severely injured. What's more troublesome is the cold poison that will then invade every inch of your body. You don't want to experience that."

Tang Wutong's breathing became rapid, and her face grew increasingly pale.

“Not only that,” Lu Jun added, his tone chilling, “under the effect of my eighth soul skill, the creation and destruction of all things, once the mark is triggered, I can sense it and cross spatial barriers to appear directly beside you.”

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze like an icy blade, piercing straight into Tang Wutong's eyes:
"At that time, what awaits you is my full-force attack."

"Tang Wutong." He slowly straightened up, his voice echoing in the empty, secluded room, "You should weigh the consequences carefully."

Tang Wutong was trembling all over.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out; only tears flowed more and more freely. She lowered her head, her long, light blue hair falling down, obscuring her face and concealing the fear and despair that was about to overflow. Her sobs were suppressed and broken, and her shoulders kept shaking.

Having lived for so long, as a princess of the divine realm, she has always been pampered and respected. When has she ever been treated like this?

When have I ever been so thoroughly controlled in life and death, had my weaknesses exploited, and had my soul branded with submission?
At this moment, she dared not think back to whether Lu Jun's threat to throw her into a group of men would have actually come true if she had continued to refuse him firmly.

With her beauty, and the alluring nature of the most beautiful goddess in the divine realm, if she were to truly fall into such a situation...

Just imagining how miserable her fate would be almost drove her to a mental breakdown.

She remains a virgin to this day, and has never even held a man's hand.

She possesses the pride and fastidiousness of a princess from the divine realm, and she values ​​her physical purity immensely.

If she were truly humiliated like that... it would be a thousand times more cruel than simply killing her!
Lu Jun was slightly taken aback when he saw her crying so miserably and pathetically.

"uh-huh."

A soft clearing of the throat came from behind.

Lu Jun turned around.

At the entrance to the secret chamber, Gu Yuena, with silver hair and purple eyes, leaned against the door frame with her arms crossed. Her exquisite face held a subtle expression, as if she were scrutinizing someone or deep in thought.

Wu Siduo stood beside her, her beautiful eyes blinking. She looked at Lu Jun, then at Tang Wutong, who was crying uncontrollably, with a strange expression.

Di Yue pursed her lips, a hint of reluctance flashing in her crimson eyes, but it was quickly replaced by other complex emotions.

The three women's gazes all fell on Lu Jun.

Gu Yuena spoke first, her voice revealing neither joy nor anger:
"Now that she has agreed to the alliance and opened her mind to let you plant your mark... can you finally let her go?"

Lu Jun raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over the three women:
"...Did my appearance just now frighten you?"

The air was quiet for a moment.

Wu Siduo instinctively wanted to speak, but then stopped.

Di Yue also lowered her eyes.

In the end, Gu Yuena gently shook her head, her beautiful eyes looking directly at Lu Jun:
"This is the proper way to deal with the enemy, and it is also the most efficient approach. To be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to ourselves. Conversely, to be ruthless to the enemy is to spare ourselves."

Her tone was calm, yet conveyed a profound understanding of the world.

“I understand. Don’t overthink it, we’re not afraid of you.”

"Yes." Wu Siduo nodded quickly, her voice clear and crisp, "Sister Nana is right."

Di Yue also chimed in softly:
“My lord is right… Time is of the essence, and the threat of the abyss is imminent. There is indeed not much time to deal with her slowly. This method is the most efficient.”

Even so, when the three women looked at Tang Wutong, who was curled up crying and in a sorry state on the platform, a trace of pity, as fellow women, still flashed through their eyes.

Lu Jun looked at them, remained silent for a moment, and finally sighed, raising his hand to rub his temples.

He turned around again and squatted down in front of Tang Wutong.

A faint light flashed at her fingertips, and a thick, soft white coat appeared out of thin air, gently covering her almost naked body, concealing large areas of exposed fair skin and breathtaking curves.

The actions weren't exactly gentle, but they carried a sense of cleanup, a stark contrast to the cold, threatening tone that had preceded them. (End of Chapter)