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

Chapter 1551 The Seven Titles Attack Chen Mansion (Part 1)
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The training grounds of the Chen family mansion were brightly lit, and the night wind carried weariness through the corridors and doors.

Zhu Wuneng gripped the newly delivered match schedule, his knuckles turning white: "Tianling, Oasis, Shuiyue, Bingfeng... all seven matches are tough nuts to crack, second-tier or higher!"

He shook the pages, his hoarse voice like sandpaper scraping against a rough stone surface, "Counting the previous rounds of Moon Bay, Tianshui, Jiutian, and Tianshan—they didn't even let us catch our breath! Do they really think we're made of iron?"

Chen Shurui sat in the lamplight, the cold light reflecting off his deep-seated brows: "If you say that no one is secretly manipulating this kind of schedule, even a blind man wouldn't believe it."

In the corner, Dugu Fu leaned against the cold pillar, closed his eyes and sighed softly: "To make matters worse, right now, the only ones who can hold on are... eight or nine who haven't been injured yet."

All eyes finally settled heavily on the back of the boy in the arena.

Chen Xiaojun sat quietly, the silent pressure surrounding him gathering like a tide. He slowly raised his eyes, and a faint smile appeared on his lips: "Let's fight and move forward."

He closed the list, his voice calm, "Everyone, go home and rest."

No one spoke again.

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A few miles away, in a secluded alley and courtyard.

Dark clouds swallowed the waning moon, leaving only the frozen shadow cast by the high wall.

The courtyard was dark, with only the sharp whistling of the wind through the eaves and the deep, still breathing of the air.

The hall door opened a crack, and a slender figure, enveloped in the thick night air, stepped into the seat of honor.

The shadowy figures in the hall lowered their heads instantly, their voices low and rapid like the fluttering of bees: "Welcome, Fourth Elder."

The hood slipped down, revealing Rodrun's withered and gloomy face, like a weathered ancient corpse.

The obscure aura of a level 96 Super Douluo flowed silently, like the pressure of the deep sea.

The hall was illuminated only by a single, pale blue crystal in the dome, its glow as dim as phosphorescence.

Six figures stood in the front row, their sleeves revealing faint blood-red cloud patterns;
Behind them stood over thirty dark figures, solid as iron, the weakest of whom possessed the aura of a Soul Saint, while the soul power of over ten Soul Douluos lay dormant beneath their skin, like a hidden volcano.

Luo Derun's sunken eyes swept over every inch of the concealed face, and the sound squeezed out from his throat made one's eardrums feel dry: "The layout of the Chen Mansion, the target, the escape route... you've memorized them all, haven't you?"

In the deathly silence, only the pounding of my heartbeat remained.

Withered fingers tapped the cold armrest, producing a soft, hollow, and chilling sound: "A quarter of an hour. I'll buy you a quarter of an hour so that the Heavenly Dou authorities won't notice."

A cold, blue light licked across his sunken cheekbones. "Today's action is our first unified operation."

The chill emanating from between his teeth seemed to freeze the air. "Let the Chen family taste what it's like to have their courtyard trampled by elites—an eye for an eye!"

"Yes!" Dozens of low growls converged into a muffled thunderous sound, shaking the dust that had settled on the beams.

The shadow of the countdown has already crept onto every inch of the taut blade.

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At the hour of Chou (1-3 AM), the cold moon hung in the sky, and the mortal world was as silent as ink.

Suddenly, a series of explosions tore through the night, and the violent shockwaves from the collision of soul forces struck the earth like a giant hammer, violently waking the entire mansion from its slumber.

As Chen Xiaojun grabbed his clothes and leaped onto the roof ridge, chaos had already broken out in the southwest courtyard.

Ding Bingming, the commander of the Chen family's garrison, was leading his night guards in a fierce battle against dozens of shadowy figures.

Ding Bingming's nine-toothed rake stirred up a dim yellow wind, the rake teeth shredded three dark purple poisonous spears, and the blue stone under his feet shattered like a spider web in the shock.

At the outer edge of the Dust Mansion's defensive line, Wang Wei, the Vice Dean of Chang'an, roared to the sky with his Earth Bear soul shadow, his giant paws, wrapped in flying bricks, slamming towards the enemy formation. His soul power was torn apart by several ghostly, ethereal blades of wind. Further away, Ji Shuran's Nine Phoenixes' Ceremony Flute emitted a shrill sonic boom, and six condensed phoenixes flapped their wings, soaring through the air. They encountered the Xuanbing Soul Net, jointly activated by three men in black, which froze in mid-air, causing ice and fire to collide and explode into a cloud of white mist.

Auspicious seven-foot-long calligraphy brush splattered golden light from the flanks, and ancient seal chains bound the ankles of the five attackers. The black-clad man's body exploded with eerie light, and the character chains collapsed in response.

Yan Chengyi moved like a ghost, his ten fingers flicking rapidly. His Wind Shadow Martial Soul transformed into a blade and thrust straight at the enemy's throat. However, a dark spear tip struck first, precisely shattering the blade's edge.

The gaunt figure of the Grand Steward Shi Lao billowed in the shockwave: "Issue the Flame!"

Whoosh—bang!

Three dazzling beams of red, yellow, and blue light shot into the sky.

However, upon reaching a height of four or five hundred meters, it seemed to crash into an invisible iron wall and suddenly exploded.

The Seven Kill Sword Emblem, formed from red, yellow, and blue hues, flickered high above, but was held captive by a slowly flowing, pitch-black sky.

Above the dome, viscous shadows flowed silently, swallowing light and sound.

"No... the Flame Message should have risen a thousand meters into the air!" Elder Shi's pupils shrank sharply. "It's a restriction! The Dark Net!"

A chilling sneer descended from the clouds: "Save your energy, old bones. Tonight, not a mosquito or fly will be able to get out of here."

Five figures stood silently suspended in the void above the central courtyard.

His wide black robes were trimmed with gold thread, and the pressure of a titled Douluo pressed down like solid leaden clouds.

"Title Douluo, five titles!"

The Chen Clan guards, who had been charging forward with all their might, suddenly slowed down.

Almost simultaneously, clear and melodious roars erupted from both the left and right sides.

One sounded like the cry of an eagle tearing through silk, the other like the roar of a dragon echoing across the vast ocean!

Two streaks of light shot towards them—Silver Wing Douluo Zhuo Qianren's wings flashed with cold lightning, while Sea Dragon Douluo's dragon horse trod on surging blue waves!
Two of the five titled Douluo suddenly stepped forward.

Zhuo Qianren's silver wings spun in mid-air, directly facing a ghostly shadow—the Nine Nether Douluo's Dark Armor!

The pressure of a level 95 being descended like a mountain, his movements blending into the night, each flash creating subtle ripples in the space.

The Void Dark Serpent Martial Soul's agility-based attack trait is specifically designed to counter the Silver Emperor Sky Falcon's ultimate speed.

When the true form of the Silver Emperor Sky Falcon attempted to flap its wings to accelerate, those spatial folds became like viscous glue, binding the silvery-white feathers.

The shrieking sound of Zhuo Qianren's wings cutting through the air suddenly turned into a dull friction sound, like a sharp blade slicing through hard leather.

The high-speed collision with the sluggishness caused every feather of the silver wing to tremble at a high frequency, attempting to shatter the space-bound constraints that felt like a leech.

On the other side, the dragon horse's roar, carrying immense dragon might, collided with the churning black flames.

Black Dragon Douluo Yan Wushuang's true form as a demonic dragon appeared, its scales and claws igniting dark flames that could melt gold and burn iron.

A level 94 demonic dragon versus a level 92 sea dragon, a ninth-rank versus a ninth-rank!
Yan Wushuang, Yan Wufeng's second younger brother, was originally in charge of the eastern part of the central corridor. Now, he is temporarily leading the Demon Dragon Legion in place of his brother, who has lost both arms.

Their breaths collided with a deafening roar.

The azure dragon breath condensed into a cluster of prismatic crystals the moment it came into contact with the black flames, while the demonic flames surged forth with countless wailing, vengeful spirit faces.

With each bite of the two powerful dragon-like forces, several pieces of emerald scales and charred black dragon scales were torn off and exploded in mid-air.

The flying fragments of scales floated eerily in mid-air—those stained with emerald scales turned into a fine rain and fell, while those scorched by demonic flames continued to burn until they vanished.

Several rooftops on the right side were pierced by millstone-sized fragments of scales, and the glazed tiles were fused with holes by the interaction of ice and fire.

(End of this chapter)