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

Chapter 1550 Attack and Death

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In the northwest of the Kingdom of Silves, the main road leading to the central district of Tiandou stretches into the distance in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Several hundred meters away from the official road, in the dense forest, startled birds suddenly took flight at the loud noise.

Chirp—Bang!

A burst of blinding yellow light tore through the darkness of the forest, exploded in the sky, and condensed into the shape of an ancient and sharp Seven Kill Sword. The patterns of sword energy flickered uncertainly in the twilight.

The stench of blood permeated the rubble in the ravine below.

About fifty attackers, dressed in gray-brown outfits and with their faces covered in black cloth, were relentlessly pursuing another group of only twenty or so people.

The latter, dressed in a dark blue uniform, remained in formation despite being covered in wounds, fighting as they retreated deeper into the denser forest.

They were a supply escort team of the Chen family's Imperial Guards.

boom!
There was a dull loud noise.

At the front of the group, Zhu Changhe, a burly man wielding a stone shield, was suddenly jolted. His body, covered in gray-yellow rock armor, was jolted back by a dark iron spear thrusting towards him.

The heavy soles of the boots carved two deep furrows in the gravelly ground, only stopping when they crashed into a small tree and broke it.

He forcefully suppressed the metallic taste churning in his throat, a dark red tinge already seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Dust rose slightly.

A tall figure, wielding a twelve-foot-long iron spear and also veiled in black, blocked the way. The spear tip still emitted residual power, and his aura was as solid as a mountain.

Zhu Changhe raised his arm and fiercely wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. With heavy breathing, spiderweb-like cracks spread across the surface of the sturdy stone armor shield in his hand, and an earthy yellow light flowed around it as it slowly repaired itself.

"High-level Soul Saint..."

He stared at the only exposed, sinister eyes of the other party, and said in a hoarse, furious voice, "Dare to attack my Chen family guards... None of you will escape, and you will all suffer the most severe punishment!"

The masked man let out a muffled chuckle, slightly raising the tip of his gun, his expression as cold and menacing as a viper's hiss: "The Chen family? They can't even protect themselves. You... go to the Yellow Springs and guide them there."

Before he finished speaking, a suffocating pressure suddenly erupted from his body.

One after another, soul rings flashed from beneath his feet—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black.

The seventh spirit ring emitted a dazzling light!

"The seventh soul skill—Martial Soul True Body!"

With a deep roar, the dark iron spear seemed to come alive, its body expanding and twisting violently, unleashing a dark torrent of metal.

In an instant, a massive spear of dark iron, about ten zhang long and as thick as an ancient tree, materialized out of thin air.

The spear shaft was shrouded in tangible, viscous shadows like mud, with a single eerie glint at its tip, carrying a chilling killing intent and a weight that suppressed the void, locking onto Zhu Changhe, whose stone armor shield was somewhat broken.

Another thunderous roar echoed through the valley.

Zhu Changhe's burly body swayed suddenly, and a thick, dark red liquid gushed from the crack beneath his lips, splattering across the surface of the cracked rock shield.

"You guys go first!" he practically roared, the sound of sand scraping against sand mixed with blood and foam. "I'll cover the rear!"

"Captain!" Several guards around him exclaimed, their eyes wide with fury.

Vice Captain Cong Ying'an gripped the heavy sword tightly, his knuckles turning white: "Old Zhu—!"

"Go!" Zhu Changhe kicked the ground hard to steady himself, sending pebbles flying. "That's an order, damn it! This is a forest. Your Mist-Hidden Forest Wolf martial spirit has the advantage. Take the brothers out!"

He ripped off the storage bracelet from his left wrist and shoved it into Ying An's trembling hand. "The convoy is escorting the most important items... Take them with you!"

Without pausing, he roughly ripped off a warm-colored ironwood ring from his pinky finger with his right hand and slammed it into Cong Ying'an's palm: "This... is for my son!"

His heavy breathing tugged at his sternum, and bloody foam spilled from the corner of his mouth again.

With tears welling in his eyes, Ying An said, "Hold on a little longer! Maybe reinforcements will see the signal—"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Zhu Changhe's roar drowned out the fighting in the distance. "In the middle of nowhere, hesitation will kill you. Let's go!"

Ahead, the ten-zhang-long black iron spear, shrouded in viscous shadows, lowered slightly, and the masked Soul Saint's sinister voice was like scraping rusty iron: "Leave? Do you think you can leave?"

Zhu Changhe's eyes were resolute, and his sixth spirit ring suddenly ignited, causing the yellowish-brown rock armor shield to tremble and expand wildly.

The grayish-yellow soul power, like boiling volcanic lava, erupted from the gaps in the shield. "Sixth Soul Skill - Stone Armor Frenzy!"

Snap! Clack clack!

In an instant, the enormous rhomboid stone shield transformed into a massive rock-iron wall nearly five meters wide and over a foot thick, like an ancient city wall torn from the earth, standing fiercely across the forest path.

The shield surface was covered with scorching gray-yellow liquid, and violent earth elemental energy steamed between the cracked lines.

The sheer weight of the giant shield even caused the ground to sink slightly.

He braced his arms against the shield's center, his knees slightly bent, his stance a bow stance, his muscles bulging like a coiled dragon, and exhaled a breath of blood and soul power mingling from his mouth and nose, facing the massive black iron spear that obscured his vision.

Ying An gritted her teeth and let out a beast-like growl: "Go!"

The remaining twenty-odd Imperial Guards, their wounds wrapped around their arms, followed him into the shadows of the deep forest without looking back.

Zhu Changhe was like a boulder nailed to the ground, facing the surging torrent of darkness alone.

The masked man's cold eyes revealed a hint of surprise, which was quickly overwhelmed by cruelty.

hum-

The dark, massive spear tore through the air, piercing through it with the weight to crush mountains!
……

Blood mist filled the gray forest.

Most of the figures in black had already disappeared into the shadows of the deep forest, chasing after the remnants of the Chen family like ghosts.

laugh--!
Thick, dark blood gushed out, stained with rubble and torn muscle fibers.

The giant spear, imbued with the dark light of black iron, pierced through the massive iron shield as easily as piercing rotten wood.

Fragments of shattered stone armor fell like rain.

The spear, still carrying its momentum, ruthlessly pierced through Zhu Changhe's bulging chest!

"Ugh...ha..." Hot, thick blood gushed uncontrollably from his mouth, spraying down his jaw and neck onto the cold barrel of the gun.

His burly body was thrown backward by the terrifying force contained in the gun, his feet almost leaving the ground.

The masked Soul Saint's eyes, visible through the black cloth, revealed a cruel glint like ice spikes: "A mere Soul Emperor dares to hold the rear alone? On the road to the Yellow Springs, your brothers will soon be there to keep you company."

Zhu Changhe's twitching lips twisted into a blood-splattered, ferocious grin. His left hand, pinned in mid-air by the spear, dug into the grooves of the shaft like iron clamps, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"Is that so?" Two words, muffled like the howl of a wild beast, were squeezed out from his throat, each syllable accompanied by a blister of blood.

The masked Soul Saint's mind jolted, a chill piercing his bones—it was too late!

Zhu Changhe's left hand, which was gripping the gun barrel tightly, was not struggling, but rather using it for leverage.

Using the force that pierced through his body, his entire right half, which was not nailed down, suddenly leaned forward, like a dying tiger making its final pounce.

A right palm covered in dark, rough, diamond-like stone, carrying a strange, penetrating force that ignored defenses, silently imprinted itself on the masked Soul Saint's hastily condensed soul power protective shield.

[Heart-Shattering Palm]!
puff!
A barely audible muffled sound.

That seemingly thick protective soul light was pierced through like paper by a gentle yet violent force in the blink of an eye.

The palm print passed through the soul light without any obstruction and landed hard on the back of his heart.

"Uh--"

The masked Soul Saint suddenly arched his back, as if he had been struck hard by an invisible giant hammer, his eyes bulging out instantly.

The excruciating pain did not originate from the surface of the body; it felt as if the heart was being gripped tightly and twisted violently by a cold, stone hand.

The condensation of the Martial Soul True Body instantly collapsed, and the ten-zhang-long black iron giant spear hummed and dissipated into primordial soul light.

Zhu Changhe, having lost the support of the spear tip, crashed heavily to the ground, splashing mud and dust.

Almost simultaneously, the masked Soul Saint also knelt down as if his bones had been removed, a deeper dark red seeping from under his black cloth. He crashed forward, his head and face slamming into the cold mud, the mud splattering onto Zhu Changhe's still warm face.

The forest was deathly silent.

The only sound was the silent gurgling of blood seeping from beneath them.

Zhu Changhe's ferocious, smiling face slowly relaxed, his bloodshot eyes slowly closed, and the ferocious curve at the corner of his mouth, a mixture of revenge and pleasure, finally froze.

He seized his only chance.

The blood dripping from the gun tip seeped into the soil, taking away the last warmth.

(End of this chapter)