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

Chapter 1578 Intercepting Crimson, the Whole Family Suffers New Mourning

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The dark, massive leopard claw tore through the smoke and slammed down on the blood-red giant shadow that was trembling violently because of Zhu Hongzhen.

Marshal Tianpeng's blood flames, like candlelight in a storm, couldn't even last half a breath before collapsing under the crushing weight of the giant claws with a mournful cry.

The crimson aura exploded into a murky rain of blood—deep within the blood rain, two tiny figures crashed to the scorched earth like rag dolls.

Zhu Wuneng knelt on one knee to support his body, and murky blood seeped from every pore of his body.

Gao Cuilan in his arms was already pale, and the blood trails on her lips left dark marks in the dust. She had long since lost consciousness.

When the immense power forcibly sustained by the fusion of martial souls was crushed by an even more tyrannical force, the backlash had already severely injured them.

But the shadow gave them no chance to catch their breath. Before the dissipated malevolent energy could even land, another, more refined and swift, jet-black giant claw tore through the dust and smoke, sweeping down with a stench of blood.

The claw tip was less than two meters from Zhu Wuneng's skull.

A massive stone shield, as thick as a city wall, stretched out in the blink of an eye, blocking the claws between the boy and the boy!
boom! ! ! !

The sound of the shield exploding was not the metallic clang of metal, but a muffled wail like a mountain collapsing.

The towering figure behind the shield suddenly swayed—Zhu Changyun's face abruptly caved in.

Blood spurted from all seven of his orifices, and his knees cracked under the immense pressure.

But he didn't back down!

The earth-yellow runes on the shield swirled wildly, momentarily freezing the claws that were powerful enough to shatter soul bones.

The next instant, the shockwave exploded out like a tidal wave.

Zhu Changyun's shield shattered and he flew through the air, crashing through two ruins before being buried in the rubble. His blood instantly stained the rubble beneath him.

He used all his soul power to ignite his defensive martial soul in a final desperate attempt, ultimately managing to snatch a breath of life from his own rising star.

Pang Yanfeng's cold, vertical pupils swept over the young couple behind the shield.

There was no regret in that gaze, only an indifference as cold as ice.

The killing opportunity was lost—a blue lotus clone slashed through the air from the left flank, while another round star clone blocked from the right. Chen Zhang's two clones were now closing in like iron pincers.

Without the slightest hesitation, Pang Yanfeng's figure vanished.

Where his toes lightly touched the ground, the hard ground, like melting tar, silently caved in into surging darkness.

Just before the Azure Lotus Sword Qi struck, he sank completely into the abrupt, viscous, almost tangible shadowy swamp on the ground.

The swamp quickly returned to its normal appearance.

Only a trace of icy chill lingered in the air, proving that something had once fallen into the "opposite" of the real world.

For Soul Masters without the Shadow attribute, this deep interlayer is an unreachable Wall of Sighs.

Pang Yanfeng's figure has vanished beyond the light of reality, leaving no trace.

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Chen Hong's furious roar, like a icy spring cracking through ice, pierced the night sky: "Chase!"

"kill--!"

Before the second word was even finished, his figure had already transformed into a sword rainbow, shooting straight northeast—Luo Derun was fleeing towards the north city.

The entire ruins of the Dust Mansion instantly erupted in chaos!

Zhuo Qianren's wings exploded with wind and thunder, and the Silver Emperor Sky Falcon cut through the night and flew straight to the southeast (where the Ghostly Armor had fled), leaving behind a piercing burst of air.

Yang Jingxue's feet trod on star marks, her bowstring undrawn, but her arrow's intent was already locked onto the northwest airspace (Yuwen Changtai's Frosty Trajectory).
Chen Menglin touched the ground with his sword, the Seven Killings Sword Qi enveloping his body as he wielded the sword—he pursued the remaining blood essence of Li Lingfeng;
The frost patterns on the dragon-horse's back surged, and the Weak Water Heavenly River rolled back into an icy path, riding the waves straight to catch up with the dissipating remnants of Yan Wushuang's demonic dragon in the due west.

The remaining Soul Masters of the Chen Clan scattered in all directions!
Almost at the same time——

"Intercept the remnants of Scarlet's forces!"

The roar of Tianfu Douluo Zuo Tinggang pressed down from the sky. The surviving members of the city patrol stood up, the heavy crossbow array turned around, and the Soul-Breaking Steel Spikes splashed towards all the suspicious shadows on the outskirts of the Dust Mansion.

"Form ranks! East Third Street intersection!" With a fierce shout from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School Soul Douluo, the glazed glass barrier rose layer by layer at the intersection of the alleyways!

——It’s too late.

But the real trap is only now revealing its fangs.

It's unclear when it started, but the night sky in the northeastern part of Tiandou City has been lit up by a dense barrage of soul energy meteors.

The Northeast region is a gathering place for nobles and dignitaries. Deep within the pavilions and towers on both sides of the main street, countless dormant auras have been stirred.

A giant, fiery phantom bird exploded on the rooftop of the Imperial Censor's residence;

The golden light from the Ge family, a first-rank marshal, soared into the sky.

A bronze shield-like pattern of light condensed in front of the Ordnance Department's office;

Even from the direction of the annex of the offering hall, three beams of light tore through the clouds!

The entire upscale neighborhood has come alive!
These lights and shadows are not merely acts of assistance, but rather warning lines drawn by various forces—wherever a flame rises, there is a boundary marker scanned by soul power.

Countless souls, some solemn, some prying, some greedy, intertwined into a net, pressing down hard on the fleeing Crimson Remnants.

"Capture the cult! Protect Tiandou!!"

The sudden roar that erupted in the market ignited the entire city.

With the Dust Mansion as the center, the lights of thousands of homes lit up layer by layer like sparks spreading across a prairie.

A crowd of terrified, curious, and angry people surged onto the streets, making the night seem to teeter on the brink of collapse.

Even more deadly were the Soul Masters mixed in with the common people—the spies planted by various families, the hidden agents of the city patrol, and even the thugs raised by underground gangs—all of them were now turned into hunting dogs.

On rooftops, in alleyways, and in the shadows of carriages and horses, countless low-level soul skills sprang up like venomous snakes, not seeking to kill the enemy, but only to slow down the twenty or so rainbow lights that were fleeing for their lives.

Soul explosions, arrow roars, sword energy, ice crystals... the trails of various soul power, like a dazzling yet deadly plague, are rapidly spreading from the northeastern noble district of Tiandou City to the entire city.

This was no longer a hunt, but a blood and flesh millstone transformed into the entire mighty city—the empire's power net had finally revealed its cold, iron teeth.

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The ruins in front of the Dust Mansion were piled up like a mass grave.

The glazed pavilion collapsed into a mountain of crystal powder, the white marble steps crumbled into frost and dust, and a dark rift several meters wide snaked through the courtyard.

The once magnificent front courtyard, along with the martial arts training ground in the central courtyard, has been reduced to a deep basin of rubble; only the inner courtyard remains relatively intact.

However, the four walls are already in disrepair.

The surrounding darkness was filled with shadowy figures.

Soul Masters, breathing heavily, lurked on rooftops at street corners, while peering souls lurked behind vermilion gates and high walls.

There were gasps from the armored patrolmen, sobs muffled by covering mouths, and mostly, the low, whispered whispers of souls in the shadows, like the buzzing of flies.

Just then, a person stepped out.

Dust stained his blue robe, and beneath the torn tear in his left sleeve, scabs of blood were faintly visible.

His steps were slightly heavy, and the sole of his boot crushed half of a tile frozen with remnants of weak water, the clear sound echoing for a moment in the deathly silence.

He didn't look at his home, which resembled a tomb, but instead cupped his hands to the shadows in all directions, his voice like a deep bell rolling over the ruins: "On behalf of my family, Chen Zhang thanks you all for your kindness in helping us."

He paused briefly, his gaze sweeping over the dense shadows outside the collapsed courtyard wall. "However, the entire family has just suffered a loss, and the courtyard is not yet at peace. To prevent any accidental injury from petty thieves, the residence will be temporarily sealed off. Please, everyone, stop here."

After saying this, he only took half a step to the side and nodded slightly to Ning Ruiting, whose face was ashen in the crowd.

The two figures transformed into light and disappeared into the half-closed door.

The moment the light and shadow engulfed them, the remaining chaotic flow of soul power on the entire Dust Mansion ruins seemed to be gripped and crushed by an invisible hand.

Several lurking thoughts, hidden in the shadows of the beams and pillars, were abruptly extinguished.

The crowd was so oppressed by the silent, chilling atmosphere that they took a half-step back.

The order to seal the gates fell like an iron curtain, locking the shattered home and the lingering smoke of war together in a giant tomb bathed in blue light.

(End of this chapter)