Was he still too weak?
Probably!
Zhu Junlin's gaze swept over the four people behind Lu Yuan. He had never heard of Xuan Zi or Jing Hongchen, but Long Xiaoyao and Ma Xiaotao had both appeared in the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament. Long Xiaoyao in particular was an Ultimate Douluo, overwhelmingly powerful.
Many major forces had their own intelligence on these two. Based on the information he had received, Zhu Junlin quickly recognized Long Xiaoyao and Ma Xiaotao.
That meant that at least two of the four people behind Lu Yuan were Titled Douluo.
How could Zhu Junlin, a mere Soul Douluo, not be terrified when faced with such a lineup?
In this day and age, strength was confidence. Thus, even though Lu Yuan had barged in, Zhu Junlin suppressed the anger in his heart for the sake of the two Titled Douluo behind him, maintaining a rather mild attitude.
Seeing Zhu Junlin remain silent, Lu Yuan's gaze swept around slightly.
Beside Zhu Junlin stood a beautiful middle-aged woman. She had taken excellent care of herself and appeared to be only around thirty. At that moment, she was looking in their direction, especially at Zhu Zhuqing, with a trace of restrained excitement and concern in her eyes.
Seeing this, Lu Yuan's heart stirred. He nodded kindly to the beautiful woman. If he was not mistaken, she should be Zhu Zhuqing's mother—the only person in the entire Netherworld Family who had ever cherished Zhu Zhuqing.
Naturally, he had to show a certain degree of respect toward Zhu Zhuqing's loving mother.
Seeing Lu Yuan nod at her, Lin Xiyue was initially stunned. Then, after realizing what he meant, she smiled at him.
Her beautiful eyes fell upon the hands Lu Yuan and Zhu Zhuqing had kept tightly clasped, then