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

Chapter 1549 Bloodstained Suppression of Haoyang

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After a brief exchange, the sky, a mix of dark red and shattered gold, resembled an overturned vat of dye.

Of the hundred blood dragons, less than forty remained. Their bodies were riddled with golden holes from melting through them, and thick blood and evaporating water vapor flowed from beneath their broken scales.

Deep within the vast sky, in that magnificent golden realm, most of the countless serpents of Yang Thunder were devoured and annihilated, their faint light like a flickering candle in the wind.

However, the oppressive aura of the blood abyss quietly spread even as the battle raged on.

Like a maggot clinging to a bone, the dark red, almost black, deathly silence silently seeped into the edge of the pure gold lightning domain.

The enormous dragon corpse that had been pierced by the golden snake exploded with a bang during its fall.

Filthy blood plasma, shattered gold dust, and stagnant, chilling water that had been completely eroded away... These remnants did not dissipate, but instead transformed into a more turbid and heavier gray-red blood mist, rising like a plague into the sparse gaps between the lightning snakes above.

Infiltration complete.

A sense of foreboding suddenly arose in Tang Feng's mind.

He keenly sensed the moment the bottom of the Thunder Domain was stained with filthy blood and deathly silence, and immediately activated the golden lightning to strangle it.

But it's too late.

The remaining forty blood dragons below simultaneously emitted silent shrieks.

Their bodies suddenly glowed with dark red annihilation patterns from the inside out—a sign that the Seven Killing Heaven-Slaying Mark planted by Shen Tianjun had been ignited.

The forty blood dragons ceased their battle with the golden snake and suddenly abandoned all defenses. Like forty dark red spears soaked in filthy blood, they tore through the thin lightning net and dragged their mangled bodies as they crashed into Tang Feng, who was suspended in the center of the thunderstorm vortex.

The Yang Lei Golden Snake frantically intercepted.

The ice melted through the dragon's belly, tore through its scales, and shattered its claws, yet seventeen blood dragons still managed to turn into a shower of blood and flesh along the way.

But the remaining twenty-three mangled bodies, carrying the filthy blood and chilling aura, along with the Seven Killings Heaven-Slaying Mark, charged forward with their lives burned to ashes, ruthlessly crashing into the core of that pure golden lightning.

Sizzle—! Bang bang!

Like a scorching hot iron piercing ice water, the twenty-three bloody remains collided with Tang Feng's protective golden lightning, instantly vaporizing and boiling with the blood and water vapor.

The decaying power, strong enough to erode the ocean abyss, clashed fiercely with the protective pure yang golden lightning erupting from Haotian Nine Yang Force.

The golden lightning bolt was like a red-hot iron block thrown into a pool of cold water. Its light dimmed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The filthy blood was evaporated into a viscous dark red poisonous mist that clung tightly to the surface of the golden lightning bolt and frantically eroded inward.

Tang Feng groaned, feeling his powerful protective aura being forcibly stripped away by the cold, foul air coming from twenty-three directions.

That was not a clash of energies, but the decay of life's vital energy.

He tried his best to extract the power from the ninth soul skill to stabilize the golden lightning.

But this was the moment Shen Tianjun had been waiting for.

Beneath the dark gold vortex, deep within the sea of ​​blood.

Shen Tianjun suddenly drew his Azure Tide Sword, which was hanging down.

Finally, the three blood dragon phantoms lurking deep within the Blood Abyss silently erupted, their speed far exceeding that of all the previous ones.

Like three judge's pens dipped in deadly poison, they precisely pierced the golden lightning shield that was struggling to hold on and had been corroded by the filthy blood and poisonous mist, leaving twenty-three weak points.

puff!puff!puff!
The three concentrated Seven Killings Heaven-Slaying Powers easily pierced through the three darkest points on the protective shield.

The blood dragon transformed into a shadow and entered through the body.

Tang Feng's body suddenly arched, as if three invisible, barbed, icy blood cones had been slammed into his soul nest.

"Well--!"

An uncontrollable growl of pain escaped his throat. Everything went black in an instant!

It was not an impact of energy, but a chilling strangulation of life caused by being entangled in poisonous blood, icy water, and the seven deadly energies.

The operation of the soul core suddenly sluggished, and the True Yang Force, Hao Yang Force, and Tai Yang Force, which were as easy to control as an arm and fingers, were like frozen veins, instantly becoming sluggish and broken.

It was this moment of loss of control.

Bah la la!
The protective golden lightning collapsed the moment it lost its internal support.

The remaining dozen or so blood dragon remains were no longer an obstacle. With their last ferocity burned away by the golden lightning, they viciously devoured his arms, thighs, chest and abdomen!
Blood splattered everywhere! The golden statue was shattered!
The dark golden thunderstorm vortex covering the sky, like a stream that has lost its source, let out a mournful cry of resentment. It broke and disintegrated in its churning, turning into countless golden snakes of lightning that fell and scorched the scorched earth.

The Yang Lei Dharma Domain, which covered two hundred meters, vanished into thin air.

Pfft!
Tang Feng's figure plummeted from a height of nearly 100 meters like a bird with broken wings, crashing heavily into the scorched earth pit below, which had been transformed into a huge crystal lake. The murky water, mixed with crystal fragments, exploded up with a deafening roar.

The Haotian Hammer flew out of his hand and landed diagonally on the molten ground dozens of meters away, its body charred black and dull.

The water was murky.

Tang Feng struggled to his feet from the shattered glass and sewage. His dark gold outfit was almost torn to shreds, revealing large dark red marks stained with blood and hideous holes pierced by the dragon's teeth beneath his skin.

More filthy blood seeped out from the ripped trouser legs.

He stared intently at Shen Tianjun, who was slowly approaching the edge of the pit, his lips twitching uncontrollably, blood mingling with the murky water as it dripped down.

Shen Tianjun stood on the edge of the pit, the Azure Sea Tide Sword hanging beside him, the water droplets from the sword tip spreading dark spots on the scorched earth.

The sea of ​​blood around him silently receded, leaving only the stillness of the scorched air after the catastrophe.

The two words, “I accept your concession,” were so plain, yet they seemed to fall into a deep abyss.

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Tang Feng suddenly flicked his sleeves, no longer looking at anyone in the arena, picked up Tang Potian, and golden light suddenly exploded, stirring up mud, water and gravel everywhere.

He leaped into the air, carrying his beloved son, like a dazzling golden shuttle tearing through the gloomy rain curtain, disappearing instantly at the edge of the leaden gray horizon.

All that remained were the lingering traces of the titled Douluo's violent aura, which had not yet completely dissipated, and the frozen, solemn expressions of the people on the viewing platform by the pit.

The stench of blood rising from the murky water in the pit lingered in the damp air.

Shen Tianjun swayed slightly and was already beside Xiongmao'er in one step.

Panda was slumped in the chair. When he saw him arrive, he grinned, but the movement aggravated the wound on his chest. He grimaced and gasped, "Dad...you're awesome...you beat that old bastard to a pulp...are you...alright?"

The sound was intermittent, mixed with the blood and foam that had been searched.

Shen Tianjun bent down and extended his finger, a gentle and peaceful stream of Azure Blood Energy silently flowing into his beloved son's damaged chest cavity, calming his disordered breathing.

“It’s nothing serious,” he said, his voice low and hoarse from the intense fighting. “It just took some effort. This person… won’t be able to get back to normal without a few months of rest.”

Nourished by his father's soul power, Panda Cub caught his breath and chuckled, "Don't worry, Dad... My torso bone soul skill... greatly enhances the resilience of my internal organs and meridians... significantly improves my resistance... and, Eleven gave me the Ancient Dust Pill, so I'm much better now."

"Tang Feng... didn't really intend to take my life... he just wanted to severely injure me and force us into chaos... hehe... and then..."

He turned his head with difficulty, looking at the horizon where Tang Feng had disappeared. "Being treated like this by you, Father... must have been unbearable."

Chen Chen, who landed a step to the side, dusted off the mud-stained cuffs and smiled slightly: "This time, my uncle's defeat of Tang Feng can curb the arrogance of the Haotian Sect."

"It also lets them know that even with three titled figures in charge, they are not a place to act recklessly in front of my Chen family."

He cast his gaze toward the northern horizon. "The key now lies in the negotiations between them and the authorities in Tiandou City."

Shen Tianjun stood by the viewing platform, his figure reflected on the murky water, silently gazing at the low-hanging leaden clouds in the distance.

What followed was a polite exchange between the people of Lankai City and them.

(End of this chapter)