Hearing this, Tang Wutong froze as if struck by lightning.
The pain... of her soul being torn apart?
She desperately tried to search her memories for anything related, but everything from her childhood in the God Realm and the period when her soul had been divided was completely blank.
It was as though someone had thoroughly erased it by the most brutal means, leaving behind only a few carefully embellished, hazy, beautiful scenes.
"Heh, let's not even talk about you as the elder sister."
Lu Jun looked at her lost and struggling expression. The mockery in his tone grew even stronger, carrying even a hint of delighted amusement.
"Even your biological younger brother, Tang Wulin, the Son of the God King, had his innately powerful origin personally destroyed by your dear father."
At this point, Lu Jun nearly burst into applause and laughter. His laughter echoed through the secret chamber, filled with undisguised ridicule.
"I truly have to admire it. Being Tang San's children must be so blissful. So blissful that his daughter's soul had to be torn in two—one half used for a political marriage, the other to seize fortune."
"So blissful that his son's origin had to be personally destroyed by his own father, all for that illusory scheme to obtain the Golden Dragon King Bloodline. And what happened in the end? Hahaha, what a complete loss! Didn't the Golden Dragon King Bloodline ultimately fall into the hands of the Silver Dragon King?"
"Shut up! Shut up! I said shut up, did you hear me?!"
Tang Wutong completely lost control. She struggled wildly, trying to throw herself at Lu Jun, but the heavy chains around her body held her firmly in place, producing deafening metallic clangs.
The runes on the chains erupted with dazzling light, and the powerful