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

Chapter 1552 The Seven Titles Attack Chen Mansion (Part 2)
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In the center of the stalemate, blood-soaked battlefield, the hunched old man Shi slowly emerged, leaning on his ancient vine cane.

The withered body stood out unusually tall amidst the surging soul power in the courtyard. Its turbid eyes swept over the black-robed figure suspended in mid-air, carrying a dull coldness: "The Crimson Church? I underestimated you rats from the gutter, daring to appear openly in this Heavenly Dou City."

Of the remaining three people dressed in black with gold trim, one of them walked lightly through the air.

His posture was as upright as a pine tree, and his demeanor still retained the leisurely elegance of a noble young master. Only the huge scythe in his hand, which was wrapped in a strange black and purple light, exuded a chilling aura.

His lips curved slightly, his voice was clear and melodious, and his body was surging with the powerful aura of a level 95 peak Douluo.

The lines on Shi Lao's gaunt face deepened: "Dark Fiend Douluo... Luo Ping?"

Luo Ping raised an eyebrow and chuckled, his fingertips brushing against the scythe that shimmered with a dark purple aura: "Old man, you recognize me?"

Stone Elder slammed his cane on the ground, the dull thud drowning out the roars on the battlefield. "You injured my Chen Clan Chief!"

He let out a low, guttural growl, like the scraping of metal and stone, "You think I wouldn't recognize you?!"

Before he finished speaking, his withered left hand pulled out a hollow metal ball the size of a soccer ball from his sleeve and clenched it tightly with his five fingers.

"The Exquisite Ball?" A hint of malice flashed in Luo Ping's eyes. "Trying to send a message? Too bad..."

Before his smile could even freeze, his aura suddenly changed!

The black-purple-silver scythe seemed to awaken a primordial beast in an instant, its blade suddenly igniting with heaven-burning, netherworld fire.

The bluish-purple flames leaped silently, emitting a ghostly light that froze souls, scorching the air into glassy wrinkles.

Almost simultaneously, the dormant power within Luo Ping surged forth like a raging abyss.

The viscous, powerful soul energy surged and converged, flowing wildly into the scythe blade along his arm.

The tip of the blade suddenly swelled into a blinding ball of light, as if it had crushed a dark, hellish inferno.

[Secret Technique: Demon Scythe Judgment]!
With a slight twist of his wrist, the scythe transformed into a dark purple arc of light that tore through the void and swept out.

Wherever it passed, light distorted and space sank. Before it even reached them, it had already forced several Soul Masters from the Dust Mansion below to their knees.

The gust of wind whipped up by the sickle carried the sound of shattered jade and swirled up the stone slabs scattered on the ground.

This is precisely the ferocious power of the Ninth Crimson Legion's Vice Commander, the strongest blade directly under the Crimson Church headquarters.

The flames of the underworld burn away the path ahead, and the scythe of judgment is only meant to sever all hope of life.

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Off the field, Luo Derun twirled a strand of gold thread on his sleeve: "The Chen family even has this ancient sensing soul guide device. Now that the Linglong Ball is shattered, the only one who can respond within hundreds of miles is Chen Menglin. His secondary ball must be in his hands."

He glanced at Li Lingfeng, who stood with his arms crossed behind him, with a sinister look in his eyes. "Lingfeng, you were right. You'll be in charge of dealing with that person later."

Li Lingfeng's black robe fluttered slightly, and he uttered in a hoarse voice, "I will obey the elder's order."

In the heart of the bloody battle, another unexpected event occurs!

Countless vines burst forth from the ground like raging pythons, precisely twisting towards the attacker's ankles.

As Xia Yun stepped onto the battlefield, the Illusionary Cherry Tree Martial Soul condensed into a floral mist phantom behind her, and the plant masters of the Five Mountains Academy followed closely behind, unleashing thorns.

As plant-based soul masters, they are not only skilled in offense and defense, but also adept at creating chaos by spreading their plants.

Fifth Soul Skill - Illusory Realm of the Moon

The soul power of the level 88 powerful illusionist transformed into invisible ripples, causing the two black-clad men who were rushing towards Wang Wei to suddenly freeze, and they stabbed their companion in the waist and abdomen with their bone blades.

Smoke and dust billowed on the west side of the battlefield as the support Soul Masters arrived.

Zhu Shiyuan's phoenix tail flowers bloom, and layers of fiery red halo ripple outwards.

The gentle feet of the evening primrose tread on the silvery light of the water, and as the leaves unfurl, healing silver threads like moonlight fall down.
Bao Yiling brushed the willow branches swaying in the breeze, and the glistening dew dripping from the willow tips seeped into the wounded man's charred flesh.
Mu Zilian held up a green lotus with both palms, and the lotus shadow rotated to purify the remaining ice poison in Ji Shuran's body;

With a flicker of golden needles between his fingers, the remaining furry shadow of the needle's tail disappeared into Ding Bingming's shoulder and neck, and a warm current surged forth to repair the broken tendons.

The crumbling battle lines of the Dust Mansion, like rammed earth soaked in rainwater, eventually solidified.

Although still being suppressed, they were no longer in a state of continuous retreat, after all, the Chen family had nearly two hundred people on their side. On the high platform in the distance, Luo Derun let out a cold snort: "These people from the Seven Demon Legion... half of them are Soul Saints filling in."

He tapped the cold stone sculpture with his withered claws, "If all the Soul Douluos were sent away, how could the Chen family have survived until now?"

The hostility in his words mingled with the stench of gunpowder and the crimson night.

Li Lingfeng did not reply. The four legions had each mobilized more than a dozen Soul Douluos and Soul Saints, which was already quite a lot.

After all, this is Tiandou City. If we are not careful and suffer losses here, it will be heartbreaking.

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The scene shifts back to the battlefield.

The deathly silence lasted only a moment.

The instant the sweeping, ghostly scythe sliced ​​through the air, the hunched old stone man's back straightened abruptly like a pine tree, and a metallic roar exploded from his throat: "Luo Ping! You think you can kill your ancestors with this little bit of strength?"

Fifth Soul Skill: Stone Armor Shield!

The withered body suddenly swelled up, and a huge, ancient, gray-yellow rock armor shield covered with cracks appeared with a bang, as heavy as a broken monument of the earth lying in front of it.

Clang——! ! !
The ear-piercing explosion of the dark purple scythe striking the stone armor tore through the night, sending sparks like shattered jade flying more than ten meters away, and the ground dust exploding in a ring under the impact of the energy.

However, the withered figure remained rooted to the spot, the black stone beneath its feet shattering inch by inch, yet the figure did not budge an inch.

A hint of mockery flashed in his cloudy old eyes.

Luo Ping's pupils contracted slightly, and before he could draw his sickle, Shi Lao's arms were outstretched like the gnarled roots of an ancient tree.

Sixth Soul Skill: Stone Armor Frenzy!

Om-!
A muffled roar, like the earth raging, emanated from within the stone armor shield. The shield's surface shone with a gray-yellow light, and violent energy, like molten lava, surged from its cracks.

The edges of the giant shield extended, thickened, and bulged out with jagged edges at a visible speed, as if a sleeping mountain had suddenly awakened, and an overwhelming force burst forth.

Bang!
Luo Ping felt as if the Demon Scythe had struck a broken mountain ridge, a fierce and powerful force flowing back up the scythe, making his tiger's mouth numb.

The dark purple scythe was forcefully deflected. He used the momentum to do a somersault, landing back in mid-air with a look of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes, which were now fixed on the different figure.

The person before me no longer has even the slightest hunchback.

His body swelled to over two meters tall, his hair and beard bristled, and his muscles bulged and stretched, making his old robe billow and seem about to burst.

What's even more chilling is the overwhelming pressure that spreads like a collapsing mountain—a Title Douluo!
"Level 94?" Luo Ping retracted the buzzing magic scythe, the ghostly flames leaping on its tip flickering uncertainly due to the setback.

He stared intently at the square, rugged face gradually revealed beneath the peeling, aged skin. "You old codger... who are you?!"

A hoarse roar exploded across the chaotic battlefield, revealing a face familiar to many.

"Old Master Zhu?!" Ding Bingming swept his rake away a man in black, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets. He really couldn't believe that the old man Shi he had known for several months was actually him.

Zhu Changyun, fighting from the rear, was visibly excited: "Great...Great Uncle!!"

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Several miles away, atop a building where the battle was taking place, Zhu Wuneng froze before the railing: "Great-great-grandfather?!"

A knowing glint flashed in Chen Xiaojun's eyes.

Yes, that upright, mountain-like posture bears a striking resemblance to Zhu Wuneng's angular eyebrows.

So that's how it is. No wonder Xiaoyi, with her exceptional intuition, said it seemed familiar.

“Old Shi… no,” he whispered, “it’s Great-Grandpa Zhu.”

The Grand Steward of the Heavenly Dust Mansion finally shed all pretense.

Standing atop the burning courtyard was Zhu Hongzhen, the last surviving patriarch of the Zhu family, whose title was "Yue Shi"!
That hunched body was merely a result of the Bone-Shrinking Technique from the Nine Yang Manual, which locked away his earth-shattering mountain-like power.

That mask, covered in deep furrows, was folded together by Ye Xiuxin with both hands (requiring soul power to maintain it), concealing his true, mountain-like face.

Although Ye Xiuxin has not fully mastered the Dual-Hand Technique, she can still change her appearance.

(End of this chapter)