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

Chapter 1569 Nail to Death, Immobilization Curse!

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"Roar--!"

Yan Choulong struggled in a rage!
The black light exploded, and the tough lotus threads snapped one by one.

The miniature Three Talents Sword Formation trembled and vibrated under the influence of the Title Douluo's Dragon Soul True Qi.

But how could he be allowed to catch his breath?
At this moment, Xixi and Xiaoyi's skills also came into play.

"Third Soul Skill - Sea God's Gaze!"

Xi Xiqing roared like a tidal wave crashing on the shore, raising her trident high, the golden-blue divine light surging from its tip piercing the sky.

A colossal blue hand, formed from the pure will of the ocean, swirled in its palm, like a deity reaching down from the heavens to grab Yan Choulong.

The immense suction force disrupted the protective airflow, causing the dragon's struggling wings to come to a halt.

A smaller blue hand broke through the dust and smoke on the ground, silently grabbing Yan Choulong's ankle, its five fingers interlocking like a noose.

With the Sea God's binding blessing, the pressure on the Shang Emperor's sword formation was greatly reduced.

"Certainly!"

Xiao Yi's voice followed closely behind, calm and undisturbed.

She drew a line in the air with her left index finger, and a golden talisman spanning dozens of meters, radiating an oppressive aura that suppressed all things, materialized out of thin air.

Every stroke flows with the power of the Great Void—a spell to freeze the body!

The moment the talisman was completed, the soul power in the entire space froze for a moment.

Yan Choulong, struggling, was like a fly trapped in amber, even the slightest movement of his eyeballs being forcibly locked.

Several overlapping fatal gaps are enough to make a decision!

The Seven Star Dragon Abyss Sword in Chen Xiaojun's hand hummed like a dragon's roar, its tip pointing to the sky, and his aura suddenly soared to its sharpest peak.

"Fifth Soul Skill - Advanced Skill - Azure Lotus Divine Light!!!"

A pure, azure beam of light, imbued with the aura of cleansing all things and other kinds of energy, surged from the sword's edge, precisely enveloping Yan Choulong, who was immobilized by the immobilization talisman.

laugh--!
The originally raging, almost solidified, pitch-black dragon breath around Yan Choulong was like encountering a natural enemy under the illumination of this azure light.

The dragon shadow that constitutes the seventh soul skill, [True Body of Martial Soul], groaned and cracked under the strain, while the amplifying light stream originating from the eighth soul skill, [Dragon Soul Awakening], melted and disappeared like snow in the pillar of light.

The immense aura of pressure emanating from him, like a punctured ball, rapidly receded at a visible speed.

250%—that's the terrifying boost he gained from stacking his two previous soul skills.

At this moment, under the sweeping light of the Azure Lotus, the [Martial Soul True Body] was annihilated without a trace, and most of the extra boost granted by the [Dragon Soul Awakening] was forcibly stripped away, leaving only half of the 50% boost remaining.

After all, he was a titled Douluo, so he wasn't completely discredited.

But his imposing aura, like a mountain pressing down, was instantly reduced to its original state.

Chen Xiaojun staggered half a step, a scalding, metallic taste gushing from his mouth. His old wound in his sea of ​​consciousness throbbed violently, yet his sword-wielding hand remained as steady as a rock.

At the edge of his vision were Yan Choulong's vertical pupils, molten gold, completely stained with a pool of lava blood by the light of the immobilization talisman.

The titled Douluo's trump cards have been torn away, and the brutal battle between mortals has only just begun!
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Then, Xiao Yi shouted, "Rippling Waves!"

This is the strongest single-target attack technique among the three fundamental techniques of the Xialan Divine Body. Xiaoyi suddenly exerted force in her wrist, and the soft whip flowing with seven-colored light became like a living dragon, its body instantly taut and straight.

Instead of swinging it, she used a spiraling wrist flick to thrust and shake the long whip diagonally forward.

"Bah—!"

The whip vibrated at a high frequency, and countless afterimages of whip shadows formed from pure rosy light lingered and overlapped in the space around her.

In the next instant, all the remaining whip shadows, like rivers flowing into the sea, frantically collapsed and converged towards the tip of the whip.

The compressed rays of the sunset condensed at the tip of the whip into a tiny, thumb-sized, yet incredibly bright white spot that pierced the sky.

The moment that point of light was born, the entire whip of light was like a gunpowder fuse being lit.

From the handle to the tip of the whip, layers of rosy patterns illuminate it.

The whip was no longer a flexible rope, but transformed into a solidified, molten gold prism that continuously pierced and extended forward into space.

It remains in the form of a whip, but has transformed into a weapon of light.

The bright white spot at the tip of the whip struck Yan Choulong's chest first.

The moment of contact—

puff!

There was no explosion, only a dull, heart-stopping, tearing sound.

The light at the tip of the whip pierced through the butter like a red-hot iron, without any resistance, into Yan Choulong's Netherworld Breastplate, which was imprisoned by the Three Talents Sword Formation and weakened by the Azure Lotus Divine Light.

Where the whip tip passed, the hard dragon scales carbonized and evaporated, leaving a glass-like hole with rapidly melting and spreading edges.

But this is just the beginning!
Following closely behind the whip tip, the solidified light prism formed from the entire whip plunged violently into the wound carved out by the whip tip.

boom!
Yan Choulong's body arched violently backward as if it had been hit head-on by a siege ballista.

The Netherworld Dragon Qi that covered his entire chest and back shattered into pieces along the path pierced by the radiant prism.

When the prism of light shines through the body, the muscles, fascia, and even bones at the edge of the wound are instantly melted and crystallized by the high-density energy of the light.

The whip's shadow? Yes, and no longer!
At this moment, what runs through Yan Choulong's body is a "physical light whip" that has been compressed to the extreme and is composed of pure destructive light.

It interprets the true meaning of "ripping" with the most primitive and violent piercing—ripping armor! Ripping the body! Ripping the soul!
The remaining energy of the rosy glow boiled and annihilated within Yan Choulong's chest and abdomen.

This Divine Body is too powerful; a Soul Saint can actually break through the body of a Title Douluo.

He looked down with difficulty and saw the horrific hole that pierced through his body in his chest, with charred flesh struggling futilely in the afterglow of the setting sun.

There was no blood on the cave walls, only charred black dragon scales that had been completely carbonized by the glow of the sunset, and the remaining, flickering, seven-colored light threads inside the cave, like maggots clinging to bones.

He lowered his head, his molten gold pupils fixed on the slowly expanding wound on his chest, each breath bringing with it the scorched smell of his internal organs.

"Water Control Technique - True Void Break"

Xixi's gaze pierced through the surging energy turbulence, coldly locking onto Yan Choulong's vital points.

The golden trident began to tremble, which then caused the more than twenty-meter-long, slender golden halberd to spin at high speed.

With each rotation of the halberd tip, the sharp halberd light became like an invisible carving knife, carving out twisted, spiderweb-thin, yet bottomless, vacuum black lines into the heavy space.

This is no longer a stab, but a piercing through space itself.

The trident, carrying the weight of ruling all things and the extreme speed of tearing through space, dragged a vacuum rift trail that kept stretching and swallowing light behind it, and ruthlessly pierced through Yan Choulong's neck and head, which had not yet recovered from the severe injury caused by the Xia Lie Bo!

So what if he's a Title Douluo?
The head, a vital organ, was completely pierced by the halberd's edge, which contained the power to annihilate space. Even a true dragon would be annihilated, with no chance of rebirth!

(End of this chapter)