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

Chapter 1553 The Seven Titles Attack Chen Mansion (Part 2)
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A subtle glint appeared in Li Lingfeng's eyes: "The Chen family really does have a backup plan, including a Title Douluo. They've kept it well hidden."

Luo Derun's knuckles turned a steely color: "Immovable as a mountain—Zhu Hongzhen! That old scoundrel has managed to survive until now..."

A sound like the rubbing of snake skin rolled from his throat, "Sixty years ago at Sunset Gorge, he dragged half his body down the ravine, yet he still managed to break through to the Title Realm?"

Li Lingfeng's black robes fluttered even without wind: "It's actually him! He's Chen Zixiu's attendant, isn't he over 120 years old?"

“The Chen family is something else… Level 94, they’ve been breaking through for decades, haven’t they?” Rodrun let out a cold laugh through his teeth, his turbid eyes turning to the battlefield below. “Truly… quite the ancestral skill of hiding in fear.”

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In the heart of the battlefield, engulfed in blood and fire, the remaining two titled members of the Crimson Church exchanged a glance.

Ming Xiangyun's body surged with dark energy: "The old bones of the Zhu family are a bit troublesome, I'll deal with them; Changtai, you go and kill the target quickly."

Before the words were even finished, his figure had already transformed into a wisp of black smoke skimming along the ground, rushing straight towards Zhu Hongzhen, who was clashing with Luo Ping. The Dark Fiend Scythe clashed violently with Zhu Hongzhen's stone armor shield, sparks flying like rain of blood.

Ming Xiangyun, level 96, third among the Seven Demon Generals.

Wherever the wisp of black smoke passed, the broken bricks on the ground silently turned to dust.

"laugh--"

A very faint tearing sound pierced the noisy battlefield.

Above the sky, the dark dome that was originally sealed by the Dark Net suddenly lit up with a straight blue line. The blue line was initially as thin as a hair, but it instantly expanded into the light of the Heaven-Opening Sword.

"Seven Killing Thunder Rise, One Sword Pierces the Sky, Sword Light Azure Sea and Heavenly Sword!"

"Black Nether Douluo, halt!"

Before the sword light arrived, the chilling sword energy poured down like a cold tide, and the swooping Ming Xiangyun suddenly stopped.

He crossed his arms to protect his chest, and the dark, nether energy within his body instantly solidified into a black battle armor.

Some martial souls have special abilities. For example, turtle-type martial souls can form shields, while shadow-type martial souls can form armor.

"Fifth Soul Skill: Eternal Dark Armor!"

Black swirling, layers of jet-black armor plates piled up to cover the entire body, with the Styx River pattern swirling around the nail surface.

The sword flashed and struck the armor!

Clang——!
A metallic tremor tore through the night, and blinding sparks exploded on the surface of the black armor, with fine cracks spreading like a spiderweb.

Ming Xiangyun was forced back half a step, and the bricks beneath his feet sank three feet.

Amidst the scattered sword light, a burly figure shattered the remaining traces of the dark net, his imposing aura like a lone peak falling to the ground.

The edges of the dark blue battle robe still bore ripples of lingering sword energy.

Ming Xiangyun's pupils, hidden beneath his mask, suddenly contracted: "Chen Hong?! What are you doing here?"

Chen Hong brushed away a patch of charred netting from his shoulder armor, his voice like a deep bell striking a rock: "I said it was just a coincidence, I just happened to slash with my sword..."

He raised his chin to meet Ming Xiangyun's shocked and angry gaze, "Do you believe me?"

Ming Xiangyun's black robes billowed, and his eyes gleamed with a dark purple light: "I believe you'll be buried under a mountain of weeds!"

Before he finished speaking, his sixth spirit ring suddenly lit up—

Sixth Soul Skill: Shadow Demon Form!

His figure suddenly split into nine shadowy figures, each with a purplish-black mist trail around its fingertips. The ends of the mist trails condensed into poisoned bone spikes, tearing through the air and rushing straight at the major acupoints on Chen Hong's body.

This technique combines the characteristics of mental interference and physical corrosion; even rocks rustle as the poisonous fog passes through.

Chen Hong stepped onto the sword-fighting stance, "Star Stream Thunder Strike," and retreated swiftly like a streak of light.

The Seven Kill Sword unleashed an icy blue arc of light, instantly activating the [Fifth Soul Skill - Mystic Ice Wall]!
Three giant ice crystal shields rose from the ground in a triangular formation, their surfaces rippling with water-like patterns. The moment the poisonous bone spikes pierced the ice shields, they shattered with a deafening roar.

The clang of clashing armor and swords echoed across the battlefield. Ming Xiangyun's true form materialized from the poisonous mist, closing in opportunely, his Eternal Dark Armor's right arm thrusting out as a poisoned bone spear—

The sword blade suddenly turned, and the Xuanming sword intent burst forth from the blade.

The dark corrosive energy bursting from the spearhead clashed violently with the Xuanming sword energy, causing the ground to collapse and develop spiderweb-like cracks.

Instead of retreating, Chen Hong advanced, his Seven Kill Sword precisely striking the spear tip three inches from its weakest point!
Clang! ! !
Amidst the piercing metallic clang, the poisonous light of the bone spear and the frosty white sword energy exploded into a ring-shaped shockwave.

The glazed tiles within ten meters of their feet instantly turned to dust, and before the dust could even rise, it was swept up into a gray dragon by the turbulent energy flow.

The Mingxiangyun Xuan Armor gauntlet cracked slightly, and the tip of the Chenhong Sword trembled as it released its remaining force.

The two figures separated and reunited in the gray mist, their black armor and frost swords once again clashing into a burst of light and shadow.

Before long, ice crystals spread rapidly along the bone spear. Ming Xiangyun retreated three steps, shattering the ice layer on his arm armor.

"Well done, Sword Might Douluo!" Ming Xiangyun shouted as his eighth spirit ring blazed brightly.
"Eighth Soul Skill: Ferry to the Underworld!"

A towering black wave surged from behind him, and countless skeletal arms reached out from the waves to grab Chen Hong.

A chilling aura of death froze the sword wind, even tainting the sword energy with a bleak hue...

"Raise your head to the northwest clouds, and you'll need a long sword to reach the sky. People say that in this place, the flames of the Dipper and the Ox are often seen in the deep of night."

"Eighth Soul Skill: Vast Ocean Ice Roaring Wilderness!"

A hundred-meter-high sword-shaped peak rises abruptly from the ground, exuding a chilling aura.

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The vortex of blood and fire has spread to every corner of the Dust Mansion, spanning several miles.

Yuwen Changtai's black robe swept past amidst the smoke of battle.

Just as he was about to pass through the central courtyard corridor, several imposing and awe-inspiring battle pressures from Soul Douluo suddenly appeared in his path.

Three of them landed in a triangular formation. The one in the center held a black bone staff with his soul ring glowing. The burly man on the left had molten lava fist armor formed on his fists, while the tall, thin man on the right had nine ice shards spinning at his fingertips.

"Go away!"

Ma Zhibin's Nine Heavens Phoenix True Form, accompanied by the Burning Heaven Golden Flame, descended from the sky, its phoenix wings unleashing a seven-zhang-long wave of fire that instantly turned the corridor into a furnace.

The old man with the bone staff sneered and swung his staff, a dark purple light shield directly clashing with the Phoenix Flame, the fire stream scattering like it was hitting a reef.

Almost simultaneously, a lava fist aura tore through the curtain of fire on the left.

Lian Changzhi's entire body skin instantly crystallized into a translucent diamond as he crossed his arms to block—bang!

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the diamond, and the stone slab beneath their feet suddenly sank.

Nine ice shards on the right side have transformed into chains that wrap around the phoenix wings. Ma Zhibin roared and flapped his wings, causing ice and fire to collide and explode into a sky full of white vapor.

A cold glint flashed in Yuwen Changtai's eyes.

Just as the three Soul Douluos were fully engaged in their battle against Ma Lian and his companion, his figure emerged from the ground in a bizarre manner. The corner of his black robe brushed past the aftershocks of the lava fist energy and passed directly through the half-step gap that the three had deliberately left behind—the very defensive blind spot that Lian Changzhi had been forced to retreat from when he had withstood the heavy blow.

"Stop!" Ma Zhibin roared in alarm, but was blocked by the old man with the bone staff's Netherworld Bone Spear.

Lian Changzhi smashed the ice shard chains with his diamond-encrusted punch and tried to give chase, but was forced back three steps by the lava giant's second mountain-shattering punch, leaving his diamond breastplate smeared with charred fist marks.

Yuwen Changtai had disappeared into the shadow of the building in the northeast corner.

In the corridor, the golden-red flames and the ghostly blue ice shards were still tearing each other apart.

Yuwen Changtai, his lips pressed into a razor-sharp lip beneath his black robe and hood, swiftly pierced the air.

The appearance of Chen Hong and the shocking change in Zhu Hongzhen made the strings of his heart taut and resonate.

Time is running out, and the tasks that need to be done cannot be neglected.

Their mission today is to kill the genius young man from the Chen family.

Just in case, kill them first to eliminate any future troubles.

(End of this chapter)