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

Chapter 1562 Chen Zhang's Saint King Level Eight Rings
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Lian Changzhi grinned, his blood-stained lips parting, and exhaled a chilling breath, tinged with ice, through his teeth.

The excruciating pain spread from the bone spur piercing through his left leg and his shoulder blade, but what hurt even more was the emptiness in his lower soul nest and the burning sensation in his meridians after his soul power was overdrawn.

This injury is not minor.

He forced himself to keep from kneeling completely, keeping his back straight only with the diamond greatsword planted in the ground, but his gaze involuntarily drifted toward the battlefield to the northeast.

The attic, teetering on the brink of collapse, was where the most crucial spark of this battle lay—the Chen family's prodigy and their future "young mistress."

Even Chang Zhi risked everything, gambling his entire fortune and taking his grandson to seek refuge with the Chen family... After fighting so hard, his level 84 cultivation was almost exhausted...

"This bloodshed... will be my pledge of allegiance..."

His voice was extremely low, his hoarse words audible only to himself, "Is the fire burning bright enough... enough to ignite the light in the eyes of the Chen family and that old lady..."

Success or failure depends on this.

He needs a powerful patron who can provide shelter for his family under the new foundation, and even support the Glazed Temple in the future.

The Chen family is his biggest bet right now.

The thought flashed through my mind in the blink of an eye.

Lian Changzhi suddenly looked up, his eyes now devoid of any hesitation, filled only with a violent and fierce light.

He let out a low roar, forcefully pushing off the ground with his left leg, which was pierced by bone spurs. The excruciating pain was like a steel saw grinding into the bone, but he was like a heavy arrow released from a bow, shrouded in blood mist. Dragging his shattered armor and bleeding wounds, he charged fiercely toward the elderly man surnamed Qi in the distance, who was clutching his frozen and twisted right arm and coughing up blood as he struggled to get up.

The diamond greatsword scraped long, deep grooves in the ground, filled with ice crystals and flesh. Where the sword tip dragged, scattered diamond fragments and residual chilling soul power intertwined and rose, like a fierce smoke signaling this resolute charge!

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The defenses of the central courtyard of the Dust Mansion have not yet completely collapsed, and this precarious balance largely hangs on the shoulders of the three.

Wang Wei's massive, giant-like body acted as a pillar of strength, his powerful level 85 soul power condensing into the true form of the Earth Bear, firmly resisting the fierce and relentless bombardment from the two powerful attack-type Soul Douluos.

This time, Xia Yun didn't use the Illusionary Cherry Blossom Tree Realm. Instead, her figure wandered around the edge of the battlefield, and her level 88 spiritual power swept out like an invisible tide.

His methods were unpredictable; the illusion would sometimes transform into a dense, misty forest that blotted out the sky, enveloping the three of them, and at other times into soul-devouring whispers that exploded in the minds of the attackers.

His three powerful enemies were distracted, and their deadly moves always went astray at the crucial moment, wasting their soul power in vain.

The pillar bearing the most direct pressure is Chen Zhang.

He, as the core member of the Chen family, was the main target of the Crimson Cult's attacks.

The Seven Kill Sword in his palm transformed into a dark vortex that devoured light, but was simultaneously being repeatedly chiseled by three sharper spikes.

The attacks of these three powerful enemies at the Soul Douluo level were like leeches clinging to his bones, tearing his wide robe with claw marks that drew blood, leaving scorch marks as poisonous thorns grazed his cheeks, and corrosive aura eroded his protective soul power.

He was like a reef standing on the crest of the most turbulent waves. Every time he resisted, blood droplets and fragments of soul power splashed up. The exhaustion in his aura was hard to hide, and the wounds of varying depths on his body were the cruel marks of the enemy's siege.

A turning point may come in a split second.

The battle was at a stalemate until two of the three Soul Douluos besieging Chen Zhang paused their attacks slightly—they were distracted by dealing with the juniors who had just entered the surrounding battlefield.

For Chen Zhang, this was enough, but it was enough to become the fulcrum to shift the balance.

A dark glint flashed in his eyes, and the Seven Kill Sword drew a smooth arc in the air, propelling his body backward.

Instantly creating a ten-zhang distance,

This retreat is not a defeat, but a necessary space to build up momentum. Unleashing a powerful move that can turn the tide of battle is not something that can be done in a single moment.

The immense soul power needs time to gather and surge from the limbs and bones, just as a volcano about to explode needs a moment to settle.
A robust body must be able to withstand this surge of energy far exceeding its limits;
One's spirit and will must be as firm as a pillar, holding fast to every detail;
Especially since what he was about to activate was the soul ring from the 80,000-year-old Saint King soul beast, the "Dragon-Headed Sword Falcon"!

Those predators from the summit of Mount Hua in the Xieluo Mountains are extremely rare, practically mobile sword tombs.

The twelve feathers floating behind its head are what make it so magical.

Each feather resembled an ancient, straight sword forged from refined gold. The blade was sheathless and floated in the air, arranged in a circle. What surrounded it was not a gentle breeze, but rather strands of pure, sharp energy that cut through space.

This is an extremely suitable soul beast for the Chen family's Seven Kill Sword.

Uh, Chen Yu's ninth soul skill, which took 98,000 years to develop, also comes from "Dragon Head Sword Falcon".

Speaking of which, the Saint King-level soul beasts in the Xie Luo Mountains have recently suffered a major setback, becoming a source of soul beasts for newly promoted Title Douluo and Soul Douluo to hunt.

This includes the three brothers Chen Wu, Chen Hua, and Chen Zhang, as well as Zhuo Qianren and the three elders, and Yang Zhiqiang and his group.

Taking advantage of the fleeting moment in time, before Chen Zhang could even regain his footing, his left hand wielded the Seven Kill Sword, unleashing a condensed, almost tangible, blue sword aura that slashed out diagonally, halting the pursuit of the last close-combat Soul Douluo.

The sword energy collided with the opponent's counterattack claw energy, and a deafening roar sent countless golden and red sparks and sharp fragments of air flying everywhere.

Using the shockwave from the clash of swords, Chen Zhang accelerated his retreat once more, instantly widening the distance between them to more than twenty feet, enough for him to complete his final preparations.

"drink!"

He let out a long-suppressed low whistle, and the Seven Kill Sword suddenly pointed diagonally towards the sky.

His inner soul power surged like a river bursting its banks, and his aura suddenly rose to a heart-stopping peak.

The limitations of unleashing ultimate moves are compressed to the extreme in the face of an experienced level 82 Soul Master.

"Eighth Soul Skill - Twelve Calamities of the Sword Lotus!"

Shining brightly!

A colossal, twin lotus phantom, imbued with the meaning of the fusion of water and fire, crashed down from the sky!

The lotus leaves spun, creating a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, and each brilliantly blooming lotus petal instantly shot out dazzling sword light.

One, two... until a total of twelve.

Back then, the ninth-grade precious medicine he took was a very old water and fire twin lotus, and its current twin lotus sword shape may be related to this.

Those twelve sword lights were no ordinary sword energies.

They are strangely shaped, possessing both the chilling killing intent of the Seven Kill Sword that devours light and the spirit of the sword feathers that pierce the sky behind the Dragon Head Sword Falcon's head—they are more like a narrow sword that has been given life, with a slender and sharp shape as if it has no jaw, similar to Chen Xiaojun's Green Robe Sword.

Their speed was so fast that they were like twelve divine spears that traversed space, carrying the sharpness to cut through everything as they rushed straight at the three enemies.

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The first sword, the second sword... the blinding cold light struck the protective aura of the Soul Douluo with precision and ruthlessness.

The fifth sword finally tore through the tough barrier.

puff--!
The sixth, seventh, and eighth swords followed one after another, piercing through the body without any hindrance.

The Soul Douluo's protective scales shattered like paper, his chest was pierced by three solidified sword feathers, creating a huge blood hole. He screamed and flew backward, smashing through half of the remaining wall. His aura instantly weakened like a candle in the wind, and he was critically injured and on the verge of death.

The remaining four swords, the other two Soul Douluos who were half a beat behind but had already returned to defense with all their might, hastily unleashed their strongest protective measures and attacking Soul Skills.

Amidst the deafening roar and the bursts of energy, they were thrown back several feet in a sorry state, each bearing deep wounds, but they ultimately managed to withstand the four deadly sword strikes and barely managed to protect their companion's life.

(End of this chapter)