Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1542 Sky-Splitting Douluo: Take these three moves!
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The night before, after Tang Potian accepted the challenge, he sent all the news back to Haotian Sect by messenger hawk.

The contents of that encrypted message were far more weighty than a private fight.

The message Tang Potian sent back clearly revealed a key judgment: the advancement of the Chen family's power has formed a systematic and strong momentum.

Suppressing them requires a deterrent force beyond the norm, which is far beyond the capabilities of one or two Soul Douluos—ideally, a Title Douluo should personally come.

Sect Master Tang Yue is currently stationed in Tiandou City, shouldering important responsibilities.

The Grand Elder, Tang Shan, must guard the core of the sect and cannot leave lightly.

Looking around the sect, the most suitable and urgent candidate is naturally Tang Potian's biological father, Tang Feng, whose title is "Rending the Sky".

There is a distance of over a thousand kilometers between Haotian Sect and Lankai City.

Tang Feng did not delay at all.

He transformed into a golden streak of light that tore through the long night, and with the maximum speed of a Sky-Splitting Douluo, he sped towards Lan Kai City.

His soul power was burning at the limit speed, but he couldn't compress the distance in this vast space.

Rushing, rushing.

The mountains and rivers along the way became blurry fleeting images.

When he finally arrived above Lankai City, exhausted from his journey and burning with anxiety, the intense energy embers in the huge crater below had not yet dissipated. The air was filled with a heavy stench of blood, the fiery heat of exploding soul power, and... the deathly silence of the battle's end.

He finally arrived, yet it seemed as if he had just missed everything.

The golden light suddenly swooped down, carrying the dust of its journey and suppressed rage, landing precisely beside the unconscious body of its beloved son, Tang Potian, at the bottom of the pit.

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"Break—the—sky—!"

A roar filled with shock and rage sent pebbles tumbling down.

A terrifying surge of soul power spread wildly from Tang Feng, causing the water at the bottom of the pit to recede in all directions.

He abruptly looked up, his gaze like two sharp, tempered swords piercing the swaying Tang Yucheng: "What a Xuanhuang bastard! In a contest between members of the same clan, you resort to such brutality?!"

Tang Yuchen remained expressionless and did not answer, but a hint of hidden hatred lurked in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, Rift Heaven, don't talk nonsense!"

A calm yet unyielding voice suddenly rang out, forcefully suppressing the overwhelming killing intent for an instant.

The panda's figure had appeared not far from Tang Yuchen's side at some point. Rain fell on his neat robes, but it could not touch his calm and confident demeanor.

Chen Chen and Xia Ying stood half a step behind, one on the left and one on the right, in silence.

"You keep calling me a bastard, how can you say such awful things?"

"Back then, when you injured his grandfather, why didn't you treat him as one of your own kind?!"

"Besides, duels are rarely without warning, and your son is of a higher level, so of course Yu Chen would go all out. Besides, Yu Chen isn't much better off now either!"

Then, Panda'er's gaze cleared as he met Tang Feng's murderous eyes: "This battle is a formal duel. Both sides have signed a life-and-death contract, and our fates will be left to destiny."

"Your Majesty's move at this moment is nothing short of a blatant disregard for the ironclad rules of dueling! Where is the place of impartial supervision?"

His words were spoken slowly and deliberately, yet each word was like a knife.

"Ironclad rules? Supervision?" Tang Feng laughed angrily, his golden light intensifying. "He injured my son so badly, what rules do you have to talk about?! You dare to block my way?"

The last sentence was an undisguised threat; the terrifying aura of a nine-ring Douluo was like a tangible giant hammer, pressing down hard on Panda'er and the other two.

Space itself seemed to freeze, and raindrops hung suspended in mid-air.

"Tang Feng, you've gone too far."

Another voice, as steady as a mountain, rang out.

On the viewing platform, Tang Jinghe stepped out, ignoring the pressure of the titled Douluo, and landed directly in the arena, standing right between Xiongmao'er and Tang Feng.

His yellow robe was simple, yet he remained as steady as a rock amidst his raging aura.

There was no sharp or aggressive aura around him, only a deep and heavy soul force field spreading silently. The broken ground beneath his feet seemed to be smoothed out by an invisible force, without a speck of dust rising.

Tang Feng's eyes flashed with even more rage: "Uncle Jinghe! Even your Xuanhuang branch is protecting this child?!"

Tang Jinghe did not answer Tang Feng's question. He simply turned his head slightly and calmly swept his gaze over Tang Yucheng, who was heavily injured, leaning on his hammer, and panting heavily—the scorch marks and cracks all over the Xuanhuang hammer were clearly visible—before finally returning to Tang Feng's face, which was distorted by rage.

He did not activate any earth-shattering spirit rings, nor did any spirit skill gleam.

Just standing there, it was like an insurmountable mountain.

The soul force field around him became more solid and heavy, and a deep yellow halo quietly spread out from him. The flowing, heavy, primordial yellow energy silently permeated the air with a suffocating sense of oppression.

The air was thick and viscous like mud, and the ground trembled almost imperceptibly, as if the dormant power of the earth veins was being awakened, echoing the powerful force on his body that originated from the Xuanhuang Hammer Martial Soul.

As the former patriarch of the Xuanhuang Tang family, a top-tier existence renowned throughout the continent for his earth-like solidity, powerful defense, and undisguised release of soul power and spiritual pressure, his very existence and the undisguised release of his soul power and spiritual pressure are the clearest and most unambiguous statements.

The golden light surging around Tang Feng flickered violently, as if he had been forcibly squeezed by the invisible yet vast and powerful soul force field. Titled Battle Power!

Regardless of whether Tang Jinghe has mastered the Nine Gai Eighty-One Hammers, his aura and strength have reached that level.

As the oldest and strongest member of the Xuanhuang Tang clan, Tang Jinghe, who is over 110 years old, has been the pillar of stability in recent years.

Moreover, as the opposite of the Clear Sky Hammer, growth is relatively more difficult, but at the top level, the Clear Sky Hammer has no advantage over them and may even be at a disadvantage because their attacks are quite difficult to break through the Xuanhuang Hammer.

Tang Feng's gaze was fixed on Tang Jinghe. What he felt was no longer just personal strength, but the inviolable foundation and will of the entire Xuanhuang Tang family, as solid as a mountain.

Behind him, Tang Jigen and Tang Yusheng also released a powerful aura. Although it was not as vast as Tang Jinghe's, it was like two solid rocks. Their gazes were deep and clear, declaring their stance: the Xuanhuang Tang family protects its own members!

The air inside the arena stagnated, and the soul power fields of the three powerful figures clashed with each other, forming a silent storm vortex.

This is no longer a personal grudge, but a direct clash between the will of a branch of the Haotian Sect and the Xuanhuang Tang family.

Just then, three figures appeared at the edge of the pit almost simultaneously, cleverly forming a triangular formation to separate the nearly out-of-control situation.

They are the notaries of all three parties.

Vice General Tianling said in a deep voice, "This battle is over. It was fair and just. Your Majesty Lietian, please show some self-respect."

The official's gaze was cold and stern: "The outcome is already decided. Under the rules, one must bear one's own life and death. If Your Majesty were to intervene, what would become of the reputation of the Haotian Sect?"

The voice of the Spirit Hall bishop pierced through the rain: "The verdict has been reached, Your Majesty, please do not make things difficult for us."

Their backgrounds are not simple, and they have the confidence to face the Haotian Sect. If Tang Feng were to take action, it would not only be a loss of face for them as notaries, but also for the prestige of the forces behind them.

The three forces surrounded Tang Feng like an iron wall, instantly blocking all possible channels for him to vent his anger.

The barrier formed by the combined forces of the rules, the kingdom, and the Spirit Hall is something that even with his title as a Douluo, it would be extremely difficult for him to openly challenge.

Tang Feng's chest heaved as his gaze swept over the three members of the Chen family, past Tang Jinghe, and finally fixed on the faces of the three notaries.

He glanced around; the spectators present were all looking at him indifferently, with a sense of detachment.

Trampling on the rules in full view of everyone comes at a price far exceeding any momentary satisfaction; the Xuanhuang Tang family's tough stance further foreshadows the inevitable backlash that forceful action will take.

Those who do not follow the rules are unwelcome.

Even if he were to take action, with so many people around, he wouldn't stand a chance and might even get himself into trouble.

His ashen face was torn between overwhelming resentment and icy rationality.

Soon, he turned around and walked step by step toward Tang Potian, his steps heavy as mountains, his soaked dark gold robe leaving deep marks in the mud.

He spoke, his voice cutting through the clamor: "Our sect accepts the duel."

He stopped in his tracks and said coldly, "But your Chen family... has overstepped its bounds. Shouldn't you give the Haotian Sect a proper explanation for your overreaching actions?"

The entire arena instantly fell into an even deeper silence.

This is no longer a contest, but a head-on clash of the wills of two top families!
The silence was broken by a soft laugh from the panda.

He raised his hand to wipe the cold rain from his face, a smile playing on his lips that was hard to decipher—whether it was mockery or speechlessness.

"Oh? My Chen family has already stated our reasons. If your clan insists on its own way and refuses to accept it... then it is indeed something we can do nothing about."

His words were light and airy, but his eyes were sharp as needles. "I would like to ask, Your Majesty, what kind of 'explanation' do you want?"

He pronounced the words "Your Majesty" neither too loudly nor too softly.

Tang Feng did not respond immediately.

He simply bowed down again in silence, his movements unusually slow, and handed Tang Potian over to the accompanying guards.

After doing all this, he straightened up, the rage in his eyes subsided slightly. He had confirmed that Tang Potian was seriously injured and unconscious, his internal organs were damaged, and his soul power was exhausted, but his life was not in danger.

This relieved him somewhat, but Tang Potian would still have to lie in bed for several months or even half a year.

“Panda,” Tang Feng’s gaze passed over Chen Chen and Xia Ying, finally settling on Panda, “It seems you’re the leader here. In that case, it’s simple.”

He paused briefly as raindrops pattered on his shoulders, splashing up tiny droplets.

"Take three of my moves." Tang Feng said each word clearly. "If you can take them, my Haotian Sect will pretend that your Chen family's actions here have not been seen and will not interfere again."

“If you can’t handle it…” A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips. “Then, take your people and disappear from here immediately!”

The smile on Panda's face froze instantly, and a thought raced through his mind: Oh... so that's where he was waiting!

He almost suspected that the raging fury of the Sky-Splitting Douluo just now was just a carefully laid-up pawn to launch an attack.
Otherwise, this role transition from a violent father to a calm negotiator would be too hasty and too rapid.

Moreover, it was a delicate atmosphere—he had just been overpowered by the rules and the crowd in front of everyone on the issue of his son, and had stormed off in anger.

Now, they've returned with a vengeance, proposing this seemingly fair "three-move agreement" under the pretext of "demanding an explanation," their aim solely at the Soul Douluo who is the "leader" of the Chen family...

At this point, surely no one else can speak up for the Chen family anymore?

If they were to take action again, it would truly be a complete break from pretense and an unreasonable show of favoritism towards the Chen family.

The Haotian Sect had just lost face once, and the Chen family couldn't possibly make things difficult for everyone again.

(End of this chapter)