Lu Jun leaned forward slightly, his gaze like a scalpel as it dissected the pride she had built upon her bloodline.
"Now, let us briefly imagine this. What if you were not the Daughter of a God King, and did not possess this Divine Power inherited through your lineage?"
"What if you had simply been born in some remote village on the Douluo Continent, with no Soul Power from birth—a common peasant girl struggling every day just to survive..."
"When faced with the threat of natural disasters, the oppression of nobles, and the torment of disease, living from one day to the next as you struggled desperately..."
"Would you still have the confidence to arrogantly claim that you deserved to be called human?"
"Would you still dare to call those who were likewise struggling to survive vermin with such contempt?"
His voice was not loud, yet it sounded like a final judgment.
"Your so-called nobility was never earned by you. You merely basked in the glory of your father, Tang San."
"Strip away the splendid outer garment of being the Daughter of a God King, and you are not even equal to those vermin who fight desperately for survival and live by the strength of their own hands."
"At the very least, they possess something you have never had, and will never understand—the unyielding backbone and dignity of mortals."
Lu Jun's words not only ruthlessly pierced all of Tang Wutong's pride and pretense, but also deeply shocked everyone present.
Tang Wulin's entire body shook violently, a complicated expression of pain and realization appearing on his face.
Tang Wutong lay sprawled on the ground, trembling fiercely. Whether it was from the agonizing pain in her cheek, overwhelming fury, or certain truths buried deep within her heart—truths she had forcibly concealed and