Her words clearly revealed the most fundamental ideology of Tang San's faction.
Divine Right Supremacy: mortals were all ants. Any attempt to challenge divine authority or pursue the ultimate limits of one's own strength was unforgivable loss of control and rebellion!
At that moment, Lu Jun completely understood the root of the irreconcilable conflict between the two sides.
This was not merely a personal grudge, but a fundamental opposition between two paths of civilizational development.
Should they grovel at the feet of divine authority and beg for handouts, or rely on their own wisdom and strength to stand tall?
The answer was obvious!
Tang Wutong's remarks in particular, steeped in Divine Right Supremacy and contempt for mortals as ants, stabbed into the hearts of everyone present like icy poisoned barbs.
Not only Lu Jun and Gu Yue Na, but even companions like Yue Zhengyu and Xie Xie instantly had faces so dark they seemed ready to drip water.
"This is utterly unreasonable!"
Yue Zhengyu was the first to fail to contain the fury in his chest. He strode forward, the Holy Sword in his hand humming as it pointed at Tang Wutong. His voice trembled slightly with extreme rage.
"This is what Tang San's daughter thinks of Douluo Continent, the land that raised Tang San himself? What she thinks of countless humans struggling to survive and striving to move forward? Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!"
Holy flames seemed to burn in his eyes as he rebuked her, "There's no need to win her over at all. This stubborn fool has never regarded us humans as equal, living beings from the very depths of her bones!"
"In her eyes, we are probably not even as good as insects—just dust that can be casually crushed beneath her father's authority!"
Yue Zhengyu's fury infected the