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

Chapter 1556 Bloodbath (Part 2)
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The Hammer Soul Saint, entangled by the Chen family trio, and the Whip Soul Saint, suppressed by the Canghui trio, fought separately, but under the pressure of their powerful enemies, they began to cooperate.

Seeing that the Giant Hammer Soul Saint was being held back by the light and dark sword energy and unable to break free, Whip Soul Saint suddenly swung his long whip. The whip was like a serpent, whipping back and striking, not at the Canghui trio in front of him, but at the ground beneath the feet of the Chen family trio.

The hard bluestone ground was cracked by the whip tip containing tremendous force, raising dust and debris, instantly disrupting Chen Mu's low-lying movement and the rhythm of Chen Bin and Chen Shu's coordinated use of dark sword energy.

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, the Giant Hammer Soul Saint swung his giant hammer wildly, finally breaking free from the suppression of the intertwined light and darkness with the accumulated power. Taking advantage of the chaos, he slammed his hammer down on Gu Wuyan, who was assisting in the battle from behind.

The fierce winds carried by the giant hammer pressed down on people's ribs, causing them pain.

Shi Feiang flicked three strands of dark blue soul silk from his fingertips, the spiritual net of the dream cocoon silently disappearing into the temple of the Hammer Soul Saint.

The heavy hammer that was tearing through the air suddenly froze for a moment, and a creaking sound came from the joint where the hammer handle was connected to the wrist.

It was during this brief delay that Zhu Taihong's Melting Heart Heavy Sword transformed into a crimson rainbow and slashed through the sky.

The moment the hammer and sword clashed, a dark red shockwave exploded like a volcanic eruption—Zhu Taihong's arm bone cracked with a sharp sound, and the spurting blood mixed with molten iron surged back. He crashed into the triple screen like a kite with a broken string, and the scalding hot blade was still hissing as it pierced the brickwork.

The amplification aura beneath Gu Wuyan's feet flickered violently, and the milky white ripples resembled the surface of water shattered by a heavy stone.

The giant hammer soul saint's ferocious smile had just appeared on his lips when Chen Mu's figure had already ghost-like advanced ten feet in the shockwave.

His left sleeve exploded into ashes, and the raging wave tearing blade covered with water-colored swirling patterns popped out with a clang.

A 70,000-year-old bone spirit technique in the left arm!

The water blade tore through the protective soul power as easily as ripping silk; the spiral drill formed from water elemental energy burrowed into the flesh of the waist and abdomen, and the accompanying mental shock pierced straight into the soul nest.
The giant hammer's bulging muscles instantly spasmed and curled up, the muffled groan squeezed out of his throat turned into a suffocating hoarse sound, and his knuckles gripping the hammer loosened due to the excruciating pain, causing the heavy hammerhead to crash to the ground at his feet, turning the bluestone bricks into dust.

东侧
The Soul Saint wielding the spear, suppressed by the phantom of Marshal Tianpeng, was pinned to the corner by the Nine-Toothed Rake, which possessed all five elements, his tiger's mouth split open and the spear shaft bent like a bow.

The enormous golden-armored divine figure pressed closer step by step, its power, like a celestial river pouring down, suffocating him.

On the verge of despair, a final madness ignited in his eyes!
The seventh spirit ring lit up instantly—Martial Spirit True Form!
It's not about summoning a giant figure, but about man and gun becoming one!

The spear in his hand erupted with an unprecedentedly intense golden light, and the cracks in the spear itself were instantly healed by the surging soul power, even being "forged" to become stronger.

He ignored the discomfort of his knees being locked by the power of water (gritting his teeth and enduring the excruciating pain), ignored the injury to his arm, and his body, like a taut bowstring, instantly burned his essence and potential.

Accompanied by a roar: "Shot out, ignite a prairie fire!"

Instead of a single thrust, he transformed all his soul power, fighting spirit, and humiliation into a raging inferno that burned everything.

Hundreds of golden spear beams, condensed to the extreme, were no longer point or line attacks, but rather, like exploding fountains of light and flame, disregarding their own safety, they shot towards the head and rake-wielding arm of the enormous phantom of Marshal Tianpeng, heading straight for the direction from which the nine-toothed rake was being swung.

Where the spear's edge passed, the air itself was burned and distorted.

This was a desperate, all-or-nothing attack, a desperate attempt to forcibly tear open a path to survival.

The golden ring resounded like a mournful cry, forcibly shattering and tearing apart the water and fire energies. The five-zhang-tall golden body seemed to be slightly stunted by the impact of this resolute golden flame.

In the instant of the counterattack, the soul power storms within the various battle circles inside the pavilion raged and shook, with fragments flying everywhere. The overlapping soul power shockwaves made the entire pavilion teeter on the verge of collapse, and the intensity of the battle suddenly soared.

However, the counterattack of the five Soul Saints came at a clear cost: the wound under the ribs of the Giant Axe Soul Saint worsened, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth; the aura of the War Halberd Soul Saint became slightly unstable after forcibly unleashing his Martial Soul True Form, and his injuries aggravated; the Giant Hammer Soul Saint suffered physical and mental injuries; and the Spear Soul Saint suffered blood gushing from his tiger's mouth, and many old wounds on his body ruptured. Forcibly unleashing power beyond his limits inevitably resulted in injury.

This is the terrifying counterattack power that a Soul Saint-level expert can unleash when their dignity is damaged and they face the threat of death!
The Chang'an team, whose injuries had just been stabilized by the life force field and amplification, faced another severe test. ...

In the attic, besides Xiao Yi and Chen Xiaojun, there were also Xi Xi, Su Ningxia, Ma Liang, and Ma Wencai.

These young people, having received a good education and experienced several wars, have at least learned one thing: they are relatively calm and composed.

Xixi's gaze was fixed on the turmoil in the northeast corner: "Northeast corner, I'll go."

Chen Xiaojun raised his hand to stop her: "Don't rush."

Then, speaking clearly and quickly, he instructed, "Ningxia, Xiaosan, you two go and help the four senior students take down that Soul Saint who wields a halberd. Especially you, Xiaosan, you were seriously injured yesterday, so you are only allowed to come back after one strike."

"Wencai, go to the west and help Afu and the others. Cripple that axe-wielding guy."

Su Ningxia, Ma Liang, and Ma Wencai responded in unison, and in a flash, they rushed off to the battlefield.

Xixi watched their departing figures, her brows furrowed slightly, and turned to Chen Xiaojun: "You feel something's not right?"

If Xixi, Chen Xiaojun, and Xiaoyi were to join the fray now, along with the others below, they should be able to quickly defeat the five naked, unsupported Soul Saints.

Chen Xiaojun's gaze swept over the chaotic battle below: "Yes, the Crimson Church launched a full-scale attack to take the lives of a few of us. They originally wanted to use their advantage as Title Douluos to crush our Chen family and end the battle quickly."

"Now their titles are tied up, and time is increasingly against them, yet they still refuse to back down and are fighting to the death..."

He paused slightly, his fingertips brushing against the dust accumulated on the window frame. "This only means there's a deadly move lurking in the shadows."

Xi Xi's eyes narrowed: "There are even Title Douluos?"

Chen Xiaojun's expression was solemn: "Who knows? At the very least, to support such a massive 'Dark Net' barrier and conceal such intense battle fluctuations, it would require at least one Title Douluo and five Soul Douluos. Moreover..."

Xixi interjected, "Are you worried they'll resort to desperate measures?"

Chen Xiaojun nodded, his soul power remaining hidden: "Yes, better safe than sorry."

"We cannot go all out; we must reserve some strength to guard against their desperate surprise attack, or any unforeseen changes that may occur to the barrier itself."

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The Crimson Church did not expect the Chen family to have so many Title Douluos, and the Chen family also did not expect the Crimson Church to mobilize such a large number of Title Douluos and high-level Soul Masters.

Zhuo Qianren and Yang Jingxue came with a mission to protect, Chen Menglin was a support force arranged in the nearby area, and Zhu Hongzhen was a man that Chen Zixiu promised to allocate to Chen Xiaojun a few months ago.

Ryoma being Xixi's protector was completely unexpected.

As for Chen Hong, his appearance was indeed a coincidence.

There are several reasons why Chen Hong came to the Central District of Tiandou:

First, go to the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well to check on Chen Zixiu's condition and report on the countermeasures related to the Haotian Sect.
Secondly, in order to prepare for the subsequent negotiations with the Haotian Sect, the negotiations can be left to Chen Xiaojun, but he still needs to personally oversee the situation, specifically dealing with Tang Yue.
Thirdly, out of concern for the potential danger that Chen Xiaojun might encounter, he decided to make the trip himself.

When he set off, he concealed himself in the convoy of the Chang'an team. After arriving in Tiandou City, he went to the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eye and returned to the city just two days later.

It was these six people who stopped the six Title Douluos of the Crimson Church.

This involved both meticulous planning and a bit of luck.

(End of this chapter)