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

Chapter 1576 Zhu Hongzhen, Fall
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And all of this led to a tremendous change.

Luo Ping let out a hoarse growl: "Supreme Demonic Technique - Breaking the Limit!"

A viscous, black, purple, and silver tricolor demonic flame erupted from the depths of his bone marrow.

The flames not only lacked light, but greedily devoured the surrounding light, transforming into circles of silently spreading dark ripples.

At this moment, his soul power increased to level 96.

"Secret Technique: Rakshasa Soul Slash!"

The hilt of the demonic scythe hummed violently between his palms, and the entire illusory scythe blade rapidly expanded, eventually transforming into a two-hundred-meter-long, ghostly giant scythe wreathed in hellfire.

Wherever the sickle points, space is dyed, distorted, and dissolved like a thin silk soaked in ink.

The phantom of the Rakshasa god stood silently amidst the demonic flames.

His existence is a desecration of the rules—the magnificent halo flowing across the surface of that scythe-like giant shadow is both the radiance of divine mercy and the gaping maw of the abyss itself.

When the trajectory of the scythe cuts through the long night, its power is no longer just about breaking through armor, but about the lawful punishment of annihilating souls!
Zhu Hongzhen's pupils reflected a sickle shadow that blotted out the sky.

He stood firmly on the ground, his body exploding with thick scales that looked like blood-red jade crystals.

Soul skills erupt like a volcano—

"Ninth Soul Skill - Blood Mountain Suppresses Heaven and Earth!"

Earthy yellow light surged deep within the scales, giving the ancient rock its steadfastness; deep blue water ripples swirled on the crystal surface, dissipating the impact layer by layer; crimson flames spewed from the gaps in the scales, scorching the nearby ghostly aura.

The three attributes resonated perfectly on the Blood Crystal Scales, creating an impregnable Four Symbols Barrier.

But the moment the giant scythe struck the barrier, the skin on Zhu Hongzhen's back suddenly tightened.

Another, colder, and more deadly killing intent pierced through the Soul Explosion turbulence—Luo Derun's gaunt figure had somehow torn through space and was now hanging upside down above Zhu Hongzhen's head.

The Dark Fiend Scythe in his hand, which embodied his life's cultivation, was carrying the Rakshasa divine power, which shared the same origin as Luo Ping but was even more refined, as it transformed into a silent, netherworld rift and slashed down.

"Secret Technique: Rakshasa Netherworld Slash!"

The front scythe shatters the mountain! The rear scythe devours the soul!
Boom—Sizzle!
Luo Ping's Rakshasa Giant Scythe struck the Blood Crystal Barrier, and the black, purple, and silver demonic flames clashed and annihilated the Four Symbols Radiance.

The barrier surface cracked with a spiderweb pattern, but what was truly fatal was the Netherworld Crack that Luo Derun had slashed down from above—it seemed to cut into the barrier's fissures without any resistance, heading straight for Zhu Hongzhen's nape.

Because of the sneak attack, he didn't even have time to break through the limit!

"Uh!"

Zhu Hongzhen trembled violently!
The "Ten Thousand Scales Returning to the Origin Armor," a skeleton formed over 90,000 years, experienced a stress response and erupted.

The energy scales that were originally hidden under the skin instantly solidified into a solid golden shape, withstanding the cracked slash.

Outside the blood crystal barrier, layers of shockwaves (atmospheric vibrations) automatically exploded, attempting to break open the cracks.

late!

Rodrun's scythe shadow was too vicious. The tip of the Netherworld Crack pierced the golden scales like a red-hot cone, and the Rakshasa God's power drilled and chiseled wildly.

Meanwhile, the residual force of Luo Ping's giant scythe slashing down from the front slammed into Zhu Hongzhen's chest through the crack!
One stab!
A jolt!
puff--!
The golden scales shattered!

The blood crystal barrier has collapsed!
The Netherworld Rift, imbued with twice the power of the Rakshasa God, completely pierced through Zhu Hongzhen's protective aura.

There was no blood, only a deep, dark purple burn mark that revealed the bone, slashing diagonally from the right shoulder blade to the left waist.

The immense power of the Rakshasa God, like billions of venomous snakes, burrowed into his meridians, frantically gnawing at his central soul nest.

Zhu Hongzhen's strong body trembled violently, and his knees were bent under the pressure of the superimposed destructive force.

Dark purple lines spread rapidly along the burn marks and cracks, and the bones beneath the skin emitted a faint but continuous sound of carbonization and cracking.

Luo Ping's giant scythe phantom slowly dissipated, and dripped scorching red Dark Fiend Flames from the blade.

Two demonic scythes of the same origin, two streams of Rakshasa divine power, two level 96 beings, plus a sneak attack, finally crushed the Chen family's strongest shield.

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Zhu Hongzhen's imposing body crashed to the ground.

There were three reasons why Luo Derun ambushed him: first, Zhu Hongzhen was the closest to him; second, he cooperated with his nephew Luo Ping; and third, the defensive title was extremely rare.

If I can't kill the genius teenager, killing a defense-level expert is at least some kind of explanation.

In fact, his choice surprised everyone; it was Zhu Hongzhen, who had the strongest defense.

A dark purple burn mark ran from his right shoulder to his left waist, and the skin around the wound was visibly turning black and curling with carbonized texture.

Luo Derun's withered fingertips could even feel the near-shattering tremors emanating from the depths of the massive Soul Nest.

The assassination has been carried out!
But he didn't even glance at it again. His eyes, blazing with demonic fire, swept over the chaos, and his hoarse, venomous command boomed: "The wind's blowing! Get out of here!"

The four words, like a scorching hot iron, were hammered into the consciousness of every Scarlet Cult member.

The Nine Nether Douluo Youguangzhou, who was locked in combat with Zhuo Qianren, suddenly turned into a shadow and slid backward along the aftershocks of the soul explosion.

Li Lingfeng, who was locked in fierce combat with Chen Menglin, had no less bloodlust in his eyes. However, he used the Blood Fierce Sword to feint and deflect the Seven Killings' edge, and his whole body was swept back like a blood rainbow.

Yuwen Changtai, Luo Ping, Yan Wushuang... all the titled and even the remaining Soul Douluo and Soul Saint simultaneously unleashed a near-overdraft of desperate flames.

Burning poisonous flames, shadows tearing through space, exploding blood escapes, and freezing paths... about twenty streaks of light carrying the aura of destruction shot wildly in different directions like venomous bees exploding their nest.

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"Great-grandfather!"

"Grand Uncle!"

"Old Master Zhu"

"..."

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"Uncle Hongzhen!!"

Dust swirled and roared, piercing through the soul-exploding hum!
The usually calm and collected Elder of the Chen family now had eyes as cold as the deepest abyss of ice.

The Seven Kill Sword in his hand suddenly shot into the sky—

It didn't shatter, but transformed into a flowing river!

"Seven Kills Seal the Heavens, a Hundred Dragons Emerge from the Abyss!"

The Netherworld Taiji Diagram expanded instantly, with the left half of the ice domain exploding into thousands of prismatic, extremely cold crystals, while the right half of the water surged like a raging whirlpool.

Ice and water no longer transform, but collide and merge with a roar—every ice crystal is enveloped with a wisp of living water essence.

A hundred mysterious ice dragons, their inner light shimmering with a deep blue aqua, and their outer armor covered in ferocious ice, burst forth from the map.

The dragon had no eyes; only the tangible killing intent formed from icy blue sword energy shone deep within its icy crystal head.

The temperature above the entire Dust Mansion plummeted, and a hundred dragons, their tails swaying, swept towards Ming Xiangyun, who was trying to escape using Shadow Escape.

Its power is enough to freeze and shatter the soul and crush the void.

Flashlight!
Li Lingfeng appeared beside Ming Xiangyun.

The two figures, like ghosts, converged just before Ming Xiangyun was about to be swallowed by the hundred dragons.

Li Lingfeng's blood-fiend afterimage and Ming Xiangyun's liquid shadow intertwined and overlapped with each other in a single breath—as if they were instantly cast from an invisible mold.

A giant, over a hundred meters tall and covered in flowing black crystal armor, rose from the ground.

The giant's head was Li Lingfeng's ferocious, bloodthirsty face, and its arms were shadowy giant claws extending from Ming Xiangyun. What the giant held tightly in its hand was a two-hundred-meter-long blood crystal giant sword that burned with the stench of a raging sea of ​​blood!
"Sword and Armor in One - Slaughter!"

The blood crystal giant sword slashed down, no longer a sword technique, but like an ancient god or demon wielding a pillar supporting the sky.

Where the sword's edge passed, the space was brutally ripped open with thick, blood-red cracks, and the Xuanbing Flood Dragon was struck head-on by the giant sword.

Boom! Crack! Crack!

Ice crystals flew like exploding stars, and the eighty ice dragons in front were actually cut in half by the blood sword. The gushing blue water spirits at the broken ends were instantly vaporized by the bloody sword pressure.

The remaining twenty ice dragons crashed heavily into the spine of the giant sword and the Nether Armor.

The explosive shockwave caused the Blood Crystal Greatsword to tremble violently, and large frosty cracks appeared on the surface of the Nether Armor. The giant figure staggered back a step amidst the ice explosion, and the ground beneath his feet shattered and sank.

Just as the hundred dragons charged and the sword vibrated violently.

The giant spun around, the remaining force from the cleavage that split the ice dragon carrying the lingering destructive sword intent, and swept towards Chen Menglin, who was pursuing him.

Chen Menglin's pupils contracted sharply as his pursuing figure approached the giant's waist.

The sweeping blood crystal sword energy pressed down like a collapsing crimson mountain range, and the Seven Kill Sword swiftly parried—

Keng——! ! !
A piercing metallic scraping and a muffled thud from the impact of a massive object exploded outwards. Chen Menglin was struck as if by a heavy hammer, his protective sword aura shattered, and he was violently sent flying by the immense force, crashing into a section of uncollapsed ruins.

Ice shards exploded, blood splattered everywhere, and broken bricks and tiles rained down.

After the giant unleashed this sword strike, its body, constructed from the Nether Armor and the Blood Sword, could no longer be sustained. It suddenly collapsed and disintegrated, transforming into two dissipating streams of black and red light that vanished into the churning water vapor and the billowing dust and debris.

Smoke mingled with the white vapor rising from the impact of the hundred dragons, hanging like a giant curtain over the battlefield.

The auras of Ming Xiangyun and Li Lingfeng had been completely swallowed up by the chaotic fog, leaving no trace.

Only the ravine where the blood crystal greatsword had struck the ground remained, as deep as a canyon, with eerie crimson embers remaining at its edges.

(End of this chapter)