Unfortunately, these assassination attempts seemed so futile and laughable before the current Lu Jun.
His own strength had already reached the pinnacle of the continent, and his senses were so sharp they bordered on precognition.
More importantly, Tang Wutong, a First-Level Deity with complicated feelings but a duty to uphold, was always at his side.
The moment an attacker bared their fangs and revealed the slightest killing intent, a flash of pink-blue light would already sweep past.
The Goddess of Beauty's power was displayed to its fullest in defense. The attackers, along with their vicious attacks, were often frozen, purified, or directly annihilated in an instant, unable even to touch the hem of Lu Jun's clothes.
Subsequent investigations revealed that every one of these attackers had their spiritual seas corroded and altered by some bizarre force, filled with fanatical worship of the Abyss and extreme hatred for Lu Jun.
They might once have been ordinary Soul Masters, soldiers, or even scholars, yet the power of the Abyss had infiltrated and controlled them without their knowledge, turning them into hidden threats.
"Brainwashing... assimilation..."
Lu Jun looked at the investigation report, his gaze turning slightly cold.
"Looks like the Abyss Plane learned some interesting methods from Tang San. It has started playing this game too."
He did not alter his public itinerary because of this. He merely raised the security level to its maximum, while Tang Wutong's close-protection radius shrank by another circle.
Before absolute strength and vigilance, these petty tricks would ultimately never stir up any real trouble.
Time flew by, and a year passed swiftly amid tense yet efficient preparations for war.
This year was one that would be recorded in bold strokes in the course of Douluo Star's civilization.
Within the Federation, under the full promotion and cooperation