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

Chapter 1573 The Level 96 Sea God High Priest has arrived!
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The sudden increase in soul power fluctuations from the outside world was like a sharp alarm bell, crashing into his senses!
The first thing to arrive is the dazzling light that tears through the night sky!

The dazzling light of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda illuminated the area around the Dust Mansion as if it were daytime.

Sect Master Ning Ruiting personally arrived through the air, followed closely by more than a dozen powerful figures, several of whom exuded soul pressure that belonged to the Soul Douluo and Soul Saint levels.

Heaven Dou City is the largest outpost of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, bar none.

How can we fall behind in such dramatic changes?
Without a command, dazzling beams of amplifying light poured down like a torrential rain onto the semi-transparent, distorted "sky curtain" surrounding the Dust Mansion—the second barrier set up by the Crimson Church, the [Sky Net]!
The Crimson Church's so-called Dark Net, the dark curtain that traps the Dust Palace is called Dark Net, and now this second layer is the Heavenly Net.

Following closely behind the radiant glow of the Seven Treasures Pagoda, the heavy, orderly footsteps thundered across the ground.

The heavily armed guards of the Tiandou City Patrol Division had already formed a line to block the outer streets. Above the sharp array of spears and halberds, the cold muzzles of the soul-guided crossbows were raised—how could the City Patrol Division not notice that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School had come out in full force?

But at this moment, they could only serve as a supporting force, watching as the massive net that could distort light completely isolated the inside from the outside.

With a low roar, Luo Derun channeled his thick, blood-like soul power into an invisible node on the ground.

The massive "Sky Net" protective shield covering the entire inner city of Chenfu trembled violently.

Countless twisted, lifelike dark red runes flickered and flowed on the surface of the light screen, forcefully disintegrating, dissolving, and blocking the combined offensive of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, which was powerful enough to collapse city walls.

His emaciated body trembled slightly from the overload output—at the same time, he had to maintain the order of this giant wall that spanned several miles to fight against external enemies, and at the same time, he had to constantly provide soul power links to the interior to support the stability of Dark Luo. Even for a level 96 Super Douluo, the burden was as heavy as a mountain collapsing!
At that moment, Rodrun sensed a force of equal strength approaching.

In Heaven Dou City, there are only two Level 96 Super Douluo on the surface.

"Choi...!"

Rodrun's keen senses pierced through the outer noise, instantly locking onto the blue figure that had just torn through the night wind—a sea-blue priest's robe adorned with wave-like divine patterns, and silver hair flowing like moonlight amidst the surging soul power.

The ambassador of Poseidon Island to the Heavenly Dou, Bo Xian'er's most trusted confidante, High Priestess Chloe Russell!
There's absolutely no need to ask why!

Luo Derun's eyes were bloodshot – Longma must have used the secret communication method unique to Poseidon Island.

Chloe Russell will come to Tiandou City as an ambassador: firstly, to show respect for the Tiandou Empire, and secondly, because she came to the mainland with Bo Xian'er, she will make room for a younger person to take over.

She had already handed over the important duties of high priest to the next generation, just as Bosera handed over the job of high priest to her adopted daughter Bosera; it was simply a matter of succession.

"Clear the area!"

Chloe glanced at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School members who were attacking in vain outside the light barrier, without uttering a single wasted word.

Her martial spirit manifested as a thick, illusory book formed from the azure seawater—the [Book of the Vast Ocean].

The pages of the book are turning wildly even without wind!

"Eighth Soul Skill: Vast Ocean Universe Break!"

Rumble——! ! !
The void behind Chloe suddenly caved in, causing the space itself to be pulled and distorted by an invisible force, and twelve deep blue vortexes with a diameter of more than twenty meters were generated out of thin air!
The center of the vortex is not a hollow, but rather liquid bronze that has been collapsing and compressed to its extreme.

Concentrated heavy water, formed by the pressure of a vast ocean.

Twelve massive bronze cones, each powerful enough to pierce mountains, hurtled down with a heavy, spiraling trajectory that seemed to crush the void, crashing down on the same spot in the violently trembling protective net.

BANG! BANG! BANG!!!
At the moment of impact, there was not an explosion, but a deafening, mournful metallic clang, like thousands of bronze bells shattering simultaneously.

The area on the Skynet light screen that was being targeted by concentrated fire collapsed inward, creating a huge, cone-shaped crater.

The dark red defensive runes emitted a blinding light on the verge of collapse, and visible cracks spread wildly along the edge of the crater. Rodrun trembled violently, his already withered face drained of all color, and a trace of dark red seeped from the corner of his mouth.

He roared, his arm muscles bulging and contracting as he drew upon his soul power to push the almost-pierced protective barrier back in place.

The turbulent energy currents whipped up a fierce wind that tore at his priest's robes, making them flutter loudly.

Through the flickering light, Luo Derun's deep-set eagle eyes suddenly swept towards the ruins and smoke deep within the Dust Mansion where Yan Choulong had been killed, and then abruptly turned to the central courtyard—there, the Dragon Horse's Xuanming Heavenly River was tearing at Yan Wushuang like a giant beast.

His last gaze was fixed on the core of the array, which was teetering on the brink of collapse but still maintaining order in the Heavenly Net.

In that gaze, the last vestige of hope was utterly crushed, leaving only a desperate, chilling undercurrent—like a trapped beast's final glance at its only prey before its sharp teeth break.

Blood-red cracks had silently spread deep into the whites of his eyes.

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The sky in the southeast corner of the Dust Mansion was already stained crimson.

With each swing of the Blood Fierce Sword in Li Lingfeng's hand, a thick, viscous river of blood was drawn out.

The sword wind that tore through the air did not produce a sharp whistle, but rather the wailing of vengeful spirits piled up one after another.

The newly promoted Blood Fierce Douluo's eyes were bloodshot, like blood-stained crystals. His moves were wide and sweeping, completely disregarding defense. His scarlet sword energy poured towards Chen Menglin like a raging sea!

Madness—that was Chen Menglin's most direct feeling.

The previously cautious and sinister Crimson Shadow Deputy Hall Master seemed to have become a completely different person after breaking through to the next level.

Perhaps he is facing Chen Menglin of the Seven Kill Swordsman family.

There are no grudges, only lifelong enemies.

"Break!" Chen Menglin shouted, the ancient blade of the Seven Kill Sword in his hand trembling like a dragon's roar.

Unlike Li Lingfeng's overwhelming sea of ​​blood, his sword light was as condensed as an autumn pool, yet it always managed to cut into the weak points of the surging blood river.

Whether it was a flick, a swipe, a stab, or a slash... every sword strike precisely targeted the core of that crimson, viscous, turbid flow of soul power.

The sea of ​​blood was constantly being cleaved open and closed, seemingly fraught with danger, but Chen Menglin's figure remained as steady as a rock amidst the crimson waves. His Seven Kill Sword Intent was like a stabilizing needle, deflecting and dispersing the blood energy at the last second before it reached him.

Years of accumulated combat experience and the pure killing power of the Seven Kill Sword allowed him to firmly gain that slight advantage.

The more frantically Li Lingfeng attacked, the clearer his advantage became.

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To the west of the Dust Palace, the air was torn apart alternately by a thick, cold chill and a sharp, gusty wind.

The Nine Nether Douluo Youguangzhou's face was ashen.

The ability to manipulate space granted by the Void Dark Serpent Martial Soul should have given him a significant advantage, but Zhuo Qianren's Martial Soul—Silver Emperor Sky Falcon—was like a ghostly figure entwined with blue and white wind and thunder.

It also possesses remarkable spatial attributes, further enhanced by the extreme speeds of wind and thunder.

Each time the space around Youguang Zhou rippled with dark patterns, attempting to imprison or distort Zhuo Qianren's trajectory, the wings of the Silver Emperor Sky Falcon would stir up turbulent winds and thunder in advance, allowing its body to detach at an incredible sharp angle, flying away like a true silver streak before the space seal closed.

(End of this chapter)