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

Chapter 1584 The Frost Douluo Falls!
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Luo Derun said some things incorrectly.

The cold mountain wind of Panlongqiu swept over the jagged rocks, emitting a low, mournful sound.

Yuwen Changtai's tall body slid down against the cold, black rock, eventually collapsing to the ground, life extinguished.

His heavy armor, a symbol of the Frost Legion Commander and inscribed with ancient icefield runes, was now riddled with charred arrow holes, huge dents and cracks, and ever-spreading ice crystal fissures.

The fatal wound was on her forehead, a hole pierced by the light of the sun, moon, and stars (enhanced by the Formless Star Scripture), still emanating a destructive aura—this was the death mark of Yang Jingxue, the Seven Absolute Douluo.

With the pure arrow intent left in the arrow wound, Yang Jingxue firmly locked onto his fleeing aura.

Meanwhile, the Sky Douluo Zuo Tinggang, soaring high above the nine heavens and overlooking the entire Panlongqiu area, used his speed of flight and wide field of vision to completely block all possible escape routes in the high sky or open ground.

But the final blow came from two other powerful and hateful forces working together.

The deputy palace master of the ancient ice palace, Han Yiyu, is surrounded by a mysterious, icy aura that has remained unchanged for millennia. This aura is known as the "Ice Palace Secret Technique: Frost Tide Finger," which is specifically designed to break through ice armor.

In response, Shui Rong, the highest military and political official of Tianshui Province and the Duke of Zhenbei, invoked the power of the vast water veins to create the "Zhenbei Seal: Xuan Shui Feng Shi"!
This is not a personal vendetta, but a purge of the "Frost Legion" led by Yuwen Changtai, which has stirred up trouble in recent years, by the core figures of the Tiandou Empire's orthodox forces in Tianshui Province!

As the Duke of Zhenbei, Shui Rong's duty is to eliminate evil spirit masters in the northern border; Han Yiyu represents the will of the largest sect in the northern border.

Yuwen Changtai is not only a powerful Title Douluo, but also the supreme commander of the Crimson Church in Tianshui Province and the far north, making him the biggest cancer to the empire's order in the north.

“Traitor…blasphemer…sacrifice…sacred ice…” Yuwen Changtai’s bloodshot eyes stared intently at Han Yiyu and Shui Rong, as he struggled to utter a few syllables filled with blood and cold.

The frost soul power within him was going out of control, attempting to make a final and most thorough detonation—a title-level explosion!

"Frost Legion...forever..." A frenzied surge of energy was about to explode from his heart—

Buzz! Click!

Han Yiyu's Frost Tide Finger precisely froze the core node of his soul power circulation, while the water-soluble Xuan Shui Phoenix Devourer crashed down.

Accompanied by the sickening sound of bones and internal organs shattering and the muffled thud of soul power being annihilated, this final word was cut off deep in his throat, and his body, like an ice sculpture torn apart by a gale, completely disintegrated into a filthy remains mixed with blood, flesh, and ice shards.

Han Yiyu and Shui Rong exhaled a breath of stale air at the same time, their solemn expressions easing slightly, their eyes showing relief at the elimination of a major threat.

Shui Rong even wiped his hands, which were stained with icy blood and filth, on his robe sleeve.

But this relief, like the brief warmth of the winter sun in the North, vanished in an instant.

Because their happiness didn't last long.

Yuwen Changtai is dead, but the shadow behind him, overshadowed by his brilliance and also residing in the core of Yongdong—his younger brother Yuwen Shang—is far more deadly than his elder brother.

Yuwen Shang!
The deputy commander of the Frost Legion, a level 95 peak titled Douluo, whose strength is in no way inferior to Yuwen Changtai.

Even more chilling are their insidious and ruthless schemes and silent methods of devouring their enemies, often hidden in the shadows.

With Yuwen Changtai's demise, the authority and power of the entire Frost Legion will fall unimpeded into the hands of this even more ruthless and cunning "Ice Shadow".

Yuwen Shang... will never let this go.

The sky over the North has only cleared temporarily; a deeper blizzard is brewing.

……

The situation with the Ghostly Armor was equally dire.

In the twisted, silent chaos of the shadow world, he staggered through, clutching his chest and abdomen. Beneath that ghostly face, he was deathly pale.

A large section of the sternum caved in, and the soul power covering it peeled away like shattered glass.

A gigantic, ghostly claw-like phantom, shimmering with a deathly blue hue and jagged joints, coiled deep within the wound, like a poisonous sore corroding the soul—this was a Soul-Shattering Palm strike forcibly torn through the boundary as the Ghost King hastily fled into the Shadow World. The Ghost King also possesses Shadow attributes.

The Ghost King's sect, the Wujian Hall, is located at the southern foot of the Northwest Tianling Mountain Range, which is under the jurisdiction of Youguang Zhou. It is the ancestral home of the meticulously constructed Shadow Nest.

Moreover, it wasn't just the Ghost King.

Iron Hand Douluo Mo Tiancheng's equally renowned pair of Vajra Giant Hands followed closely behind, probing in like a leech.

The Body Sect is located in the Hangrama Province on the northern slope of the upper reaches of the Tianling Mountains, which is also within the area under the jurisdiction of the Dark Serpent Legion.

The Ghostly Armor tumbled and rolled in the shadows, barely managing to avoid a force powerful enough to crush mountains, but the Ghost King seized the opportunity to leave this brand that clung to its bones like a maggot.

This sacred escape zone, which he was once so proud of, has now been tainted by the deathly aura of the Palace of No Return and is no longer safe.

……

As for Li Lingfeng—he did not choose the seemingly omnipotent shadow interlayer.

Just as the turbulent flow of soul power outside the Dust Mansion had not yet subsided, his figure moved like lightning, plunging headfirst into the massive, sprawling, stinking sewer system in the central district, a system that had accumulated centuries of filth in the Heavenly Dou City.

The icy, foul-smelling water instantly submerged up to my waist.

Without uttering a sound, he flicked his fingers, freezing the two deepest wounds on his body to slow the loss of his soul power.

On the murky water, only a string of fleeting tiny bubbles and the afterglow of his cold, eerie green vertical pupils, like those of a carrion worm, remained before quickly disappearing into the darkness.

Shadows may be tracked, but the dirtiest filth itself is sometimes the most useful refuge.

He was like a real water snake, blending into this foul-smelling swamp.

……

The monkey mountain was filled with the damp, fishy smell of mud and moss.

Luo Ping irritably ripped open his collar, and fine beads of sweat slid down his neck and into the stained collar.

"We've lost everything."

"Dozens of high-level Soul Masters lost their lives, and we didn't even get a single pebble!"

Luo Derun's emaciated body was shrouded in shadowy folds, his eyelids drooping like withered leaves.

“We shouldn’t have taken action in the Northeast,” his withered voice echoed like rotten wood, “No… this mission shouldn’t have happened in the first place.”

"Even if the Chen family loses Zhu Hongzhen, the cost may not be enough to make up for it."

"The Yan family's Demon Dragon Legion..."

His throat bobbed, as if swallowing scalding hot iron filings. "The number of people who were dispatched was the largest, and the number of casualties was also the greatest."

"With Yan Choulong dead, the fusion of the 'Netherworld Dark Night Demon Dragon's' martial soul... has been completely extinguished."

"I'm afraid it will be difficult to explain to Yan Wufeng if I go back."

There was something he didn't say aloud: he was unlucky enough to be the only survivor of the battle sixty years ago, along with the Grand Elder.

So he was sent over.

"This whole Tiandou City mess is ruined, damn it, that shitty intelligence!" Luo Ping grabbed a handful of pebbles in frustration, dirt and grime falling through his fingers. "Let's see if we can make up for the losses elsewhere..."

Originally, with seven titled individuals facing two or three titled individuals, plus the numerical advantage of Soul Douluo and Soul Saint, they should have been able to complete the massacre and retreat within a quarter of an hour.

But I never expected such a big accident to happen.

(End of this chapter)