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

Chapter 1554 The Seven Titled Ones Attack Chen Mansion (Continued)
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Off the field, Rodrun crushed the roof stone carving with his withered claws: "Why is Chen Hong here?"

Li Lingfeng shook his head, his silence as rusty as iron.

Just then, the eastern sky crackled with thunder and roared, "Who dares to offend my Chen clan?!"

A streak of blue and white sword energy pierced through the long street as Chen Menglin arrived, leaping through the air on his sword.

Li Lingfeng's black robe vanished instantly, and in the next instant, he appeared thirty feet in front of Chen Menglin in the air.

With his right hand in a loose grip, a three-foot-long dark red blood sword materialized, its spine flowing with a winding blood groove that resembled a living creature.

Chen Menglin slammed on the brakes and hovered, his gaze fixed on the eerie sword that seemed to have devoured countless souls: "Blood Fierce Sword... a remnant of the Li family?!"

The dark red sword tip slowly rose, and Li Lingfeng's hoarse voice rippled across the blade: "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Before the words were even finished, the blue and white Seven Kill Sword light clashed violently with the dark red Blood Fierce Sword Qi.

The exploding sword energy plowed spiderweb-like cracks in the dark net, and the moonlight was cut into fragments of gold, red and pale.

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Luo Derun's withered eyes reflected the stalemate in the distant sword domain.

The two sword energies, like savage dragons clashing, splashed white and scarlet light fragments onto the edge of the Dark Net, where the dark barrier seeped out an oily halo, silently swallowing the shockwave.

"Dark Net, turn around!"

His withered fingers suddenly clenched the air, and a six-pointed star array with him at the head suddenly lit up beneath his feet!
As the purple lines extending from the corner of the formation pierced the sky, the Dark Net hanging above the Dust Palace trembled violently—the dark mesh rapidly expanded like a spider web.

As the net expanded, it precisely swallowed up the intertwined figures of Chen Menglin and Li Lingfeng, and the sword light that was clashing and strangling suddenly disappeared into the viscous ink.

The entire packaging process was as quiet as drowning, with only the newly covered edge of the net showing a sand-like pattern.

The withered claws were retracted into his sleeve.

The echoes of Chen Menglin's furious shout that broke through the darkness still resonated in his ears, but now they were completely sealed within the black curtain.

Moonlight filtered through the narrowing mesh, casting a cold metallic sheen into the depths of Rodrun's wrinkles.

“Qiu Long, the situation is very changeable. Just as your father said, the Chen family has many backup plans. You should also go and make a quick decision.”

About ten feet behind him, the shadow of the eaves dissipated, and a figure appeared at the boundary between reality and illusion.

The moonlight flowing across the dark silver shoulder armor suddenly dimmed, and the aura of the title vanished in a flash.

The newcomer's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he responded in a hoarse voice, "I will obey the elder's command."

Before the sound had faded, his figure had already disappeared like a hot knife cutting into butter, blending into the interlacing shadows of the collapsed wall in the southeast corner.

There was no airflow fluctuation, no trace of soul power, only a piece of freshly broken withered grass slowly drifting down at the base of the wall—the cut end of the grass stem was as smooth as a mirror.

The flowing moonlight refracted at an eerie angle at the corner of the wall, casting an almost imperceptible, narrow human silhouette that stretched along the ruins toward the northeast corner tower. Every step was precisely placed in the blind spot where the moonlight and the building's shadow fell.

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Just as Yuwen Changtai charged toward the northeast corner, he was cleaved in two by a sudden burst of bright colored light.

"Five Spirits Splendid Wheel!"

Before the clear shout had even faded, a beam of light, intertwined with five-colored soul power, had already pierced three feet in front of Yuwen Changtai's brow.

Golden light was dazzling, blue shadows flowed, crimson flames boiled, dark water was deep and mysterious, and brown was solidified—the five elements of soul power circulated and died at the tip of the arrow.

Yuwen Changtai took a half step back, and a frosty, cold aura gushed out from his pores.

A giant phantom formed from solidified ice suddenly rose up behind him—the Frost Lord, a top-tier ancient martial soul of a special type.

The instant he raised his arm, countless hexagonal ice crystals piled up into a tower in front of him—

"The sixth soul skill, Eternal Frost Barrier!"

Chi——!
The multicolored light arrow pierced the ice tower, and the five elements of soul power and the bone-chilling ice were annihilated.

Golden sharpness was the first to tear open the crack, followed by a surge of cyan wind into the crevice, where crimson flames burst forth and steamed up icy mist.

However, the condensation of the dark water and the heaviness of its brownish hue were ultimately frozen and obstructed.

As the ice tower exploded, the remaining brownish-red light grazed past Yuwen Changtai's ear, severing a few strands of his flying gray hair.

The scattering ice crystals reflected the gloom in Yuwen Changtai's eyes. He stared at the figure in white, a hundred meters away: "Yang Jingxue, the Seven Absolute Douluo."

Yang Jingxue's slender feet shattered the ice shards that hadn't yet hit the ground, and the phantom of her Seven Absolute Bow martial spirit spread out behind her like a peacock's tail: "Frost Douluo."

The arrow pointed to the ground, and the five-elemental halo spread along the brick and stone patterns beneath their feet, forming a boundary. "This path..."

When she looked up, her arrow was already locked on the other person's throat. "No way."

Yuwen Changtai slowly clenched his right fist.

Tiny ice crystals were falling from the shoulder armor of the Frost Lord's phantom—cracks caused by the erosion of wood-type soul power.

As a level 95 titled Douluo and the seventh seat of the Seven Demon Generals, facing an archer one level lower, he felt as if he had a block of ice stuck in his throat.

Yes, all seven demon generals are level 95 or above, but he has no confidence in facing Yang Jingxue, who is level 94.

The cold mist condensed into frost between his teeth: "The Chen family... their schemes are so deep."

Yang Jingxue ignored him, and at the moment the bowstring vibrated, the arrowhead burst out with dazzling golden spots.

That was no ordinary arrow, but a concentrated stellar core—

"Eighth Soul Skill: Golden Crow!"

The arrowhead vibrated at a high frequency, tearing through the air. In its path, bricks and stones melted into crimson glass, and the rising heat waves plowed out scorched furrows in the frost-covered land.

Behind Yuwen Changtai, the Frost Lord crossed his arms, and countless dark blue ice patterns spread through the void.

"Eighth Soul Skill: Eternal Night Freezing Prison!"

The biting cold air did not spread, but rather condensed into a three-dimensional cage composed of hexagonal crystal pillars.

Each crystal pillar contained distorted spatial ripples, attempting to solidify that blazing golden light.

Click...snap!

The moment the Golden Crow Arrow tip struck the icy prison's crystal wall, a piercing shriek erupted at the boundary between extreme heat and extreme cold.

The front row of hexagonal crystal pillars was drilled through and cracked, and the melted ice slurry vaporized before it could drip down.

But from behind, hundreds of crystal pillars surged in layer upon layer, and the freezing air condensed into a spiderweb-like white frost on the surface of the golden light.

The arrow's speed decreased at a visible rate, and a humming sound of time freezing echoed from the depths of the icy prison.

Frosty vapor seeped from between Yuwen Changtai's teeth, and the arms of the Frost Lord's phantom were melting away.

Although the golden light was locked in the core of the ice prison, the residual high heat still connected with the soul power and burned the body.

As Yang Jingxue lunged forward, the soles of her boots sank into the softened glazed tiles, and the golden flames on the arrow suddenly contracted—the Golden Crow Arrow spun and exploded violently.

The frozen frost net was shredded inch by inch, and the last three crystal pillars exploded into countless shattered ice crystals.

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As Yang Jingxue shattered the frost crystals on the ground, the tea smoke from the main hall of the Duke of Chang'an's mansion that day still lingered in her mind's eye.

On the sandalwood table, Bo Xian'er pushed the celadon teacup an inch closer: "Xiao Jun and Xiao Yi are going to Tian Dou. Please ask Jing Xue to look after them."

On the day of departure, I mingled with the Wushan College convoy.

The muffled sound of Yuwen Changtai shattering ice shards from his sleeve brought him back to reality.

Yang Jingxue's boot heels rolled over the cracks in the frozen soil, and the feathers of the Seven Absolute Arrows reflected a faint light.

Bo Xian'er's still-warm tea was already steeped in a chilling coldness that seemed to predict every step.

Since they knew that the Crimson Church would be detrimental to the geniuses of the Chen family, they certainly wouldn't only have Zhuo Qianren protecting them.

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Luo Derun's dry lips opened and closed several times. He just wanted to curse. Damn it, the Chen family mansion actually has five titles, not to mention tough guys like Chen Hong and Yang Jingxue. It's unbelievable.

Even the moonlight streaming through the roof seemed to mock their lack of intelligence.

These successive changes made him uneasy, but he couldn't give up immediately.

It wasn't easy for the Scarlet Church to gather these people; they couldn't just give up at the first sign of trouble, otherwise the main hall's punishment pillars would probably need a few more skinning candles.

His cheekbones twitched as he turned toward the shadows of the northeast corner pavilion, a low, blood-tinged whisper rolling from his throat: "Even if your Chen family is full of hidden talents... I don't believe there's still a Title Douluo among them."

The withered claws pressed against his trembling chest, as if trying to suppress the chill that was growing wildly there. "Choulong... it all depends on how sharp your claws are."

(End of this chapter)