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

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Luo Ping's eyes suddenly froze, and his icy voice abruptly interrupted: "That's not right!"

He suddenly looked up at Cheng Wenge high above, "How...how did you get here?!"

It has only been three days since the incident at Tian Dou Chen Mansion.

The Chen family's stronghold is located in the province of Fasno, thousands of miles away. Even if they send a message immediately, even if they fly day and night without stopping...

Luo Ping's words were like ice water poured on Luo Derun's burning heart, and the withered, boiling shadow suddenly paused.

Yes!

Cheng Wenge, perched atop the rock, let out a sneer: "Is this so hard to guess?"

His finger pointed to the other side of Monkey Mountain, where layers upon layers of dark mountains stretched into the depths of the clouds. "Beyond Monkey Mountain lies the Heavenly Spirit Mountain Range. Break through..."

His gaze drifted to the distant, blurry mountain silhouettes. "That's the Tosk Province."

"You went through all that trouble to escape this way, just so you could use that area to sneak back to your rat hole at the bottom of the Eastern Great Rift Valley, right?"

Although Cheng Wenge's understanding was flawed, it was like a bolt of lightning that instantly pierced through the biggest doubt in the minds of Luo Derun and his nephew—why were they blocking their way?

All because the general direction of their escape route was predicted.

Luo Pingtong was startled, his eyes suddenly shrinking to the size of a pinhole. Without any hesitation, he said, "They're stalling for time, Fourth Uncle, let's retreat!"

The word "retreat" echoed through the narrow valley in that instant—

A sudden gust of cold wind rose from above.

"Seventh Soul Skill - Azure Eagle True Form!"

Cheng Wenge's gaunt figure exploded instantly, transforming into a gigantic phantom of a blue eagle with a wingspan exceeding one hundred meters.

"Fourth Soul Skill - Wind-Riding Eagle!"

Beyond the Azure Eagle's true form, countless sharp wind blades condensed into the shape of small falcons, their speed increasing dramatically. They transformed into a blue storm afterimage that tore through the sky, sweeping down in all directions, their shrill cries like thousands of vengeful ghosts pouncing on their prey.

This soul skill is fast and dense, but its power is slightly insufficient, so he first activates his Martial Soul True Form to amplify its power.

As a flying Soul Master, his primary mission is interception.

Flames are raging on the right!

"The seventh soul skill—Martial Soul True Body!"

Ding Daoheng roared like thunder, and his entire body, along with the nine-toothed rake in his hand, instantly swelled up.

"Heavenly Wheel Secret Technique: Wrathful Wheel!"

A blazing halo, like a fiery wheel, spun behind him and merged into his Martial Soul True Body.

The Wrathful Wheel, a pseudo-true form attack technique, also enlarges the body and martial spirit, similar to a true martial spirit body, but its greatest effect is that it can merge with a true martial spirit body.

In the blink of an eye, a colossal figure, 150 meters tall and with muscles bulging like a lava giant, rose from the ground, its nine-toothed rake transforming into a 200-meter-tall behemoth, with crimson flames flowing along its blades.

His hair and beard stood on end, and his enormous rake brought with it the destructive power to burn mountains and boil seas, accompanied by a scorching storm that ignited the air, crashing down on the area where Luo Ping and Luo Derun were located.

The space itself was distorted by that unparalleled power and intense heat.

An unusual phenomenon suddenly occurred on the left!

"Third Soul Skill - Illusory Cherry Blossom Clone!"

The cherry blossom petals that were scattering around Xia Ruxin's dark green figure suddenly shone brightly. The originally single figure silently multiplied into three, and the three "Xia Ruxin" figures, whose expressions, auras and soul power fluctuations were almost identical, rapidly surrounded her in a triangle formation.

Their steps were light, their figures swaying and blurring, as if ancient trees and gnarled branches were intertwined and intertwined, and countless illusory cherry blossom petals were flying like snowflakes, dancing wildly and in a mesmerizing way.

"The Secret Technique of Forest Burial Formation!"

The three "Xia Ruxin" shouted simultaneously, their slender hands forming a hand seal in front of them.

As they moved their fingertips, the entire valley floor seemed to come alive. Countless thick, illusory vine roots could be seen breaking through the hard rock layers, spreading and intertwining wildly upwards. Layer upon layer of huge pink leaf phantoms and ancient tree canopy projections transformed the bottom of the narrow valley into a bizarre, tangled, and impenetrable forest prison.

The space became viscous and stagnant amidst the rich scent of grass and trees and the mesmerizing petals, with sight and perception being blocked layer by layer.

The three of them—one flying, one attacking, and one using illusions—are a top-tier combination if you add Old Zhu's defensive support.

If those two old guys hadn't died back then, it would have been perfect with just one more assassin and one lightning mage – a standard squad formation (not counting support).

Rhodes roared in fury, and his withered shadow soul power erupted.

A dense, deathly, and decaying shadow energy surged forth like a tsunami, frantically devouring the surrounding light and space, and even attempting to corrupt the psychedelic forest and drifting petals.

"Sixth Soul Skill - Crimson Twin Scythes!"

The Dark Fiend Scythe Martial Soul instantly solidified on his withered arms, each arm holding a huge, scarlet scythe that flowed with a blood-like luster.

The two scythes crossed, transforming into two sharp beams of light that tore through space, seemingly intent on cleaving through the surging forest before them.

Without the slightest hesitation, Luo Ping gripped the Dark Fiend Scythe, its purplish-black color tinged with silver light, and a monstrous aura of ferocity surged from his body.

"Seventh Soul Skill - Demon Scythe True Form!"

A massive, purplish-black scythe phantom, its edges gleaming with a soul-tearing light, suddenly enveloped his entire body.

Simultaneously activate, "Fourth Soul Skill - Chaotic Shadow!"

His wrist trembled rapidly, and the giant scythe left behind countless purple afterimages that were hard to distinguish from reality. Like a storm of wind and rain, the scythe blades shot upwards and to the sides, whistling as they tried to tear apart Cheng Wenge's wind eagle.

A deep, dark soul ring, capable of swallowing all light, suddenly flashed behind him.

"Eighth Soul Skill - Dark Night Ferocious Light Slash!"

Luo Ping roared in a low voice, and the huge true form of the demonic scythe drew an eerie and cold arc.

Three enormous, terrifying, deep black-purple crescent-shaped blades suddenly tore through the air. They were silent yet carried a destructive sharpness, smoothly slicing through the air wherever they passed, leaving three terrifying cracks in the pitch-black vacuum, silently and swiftly cutting towards Ding Daoheng, who was like a lava giant.

The two uncles and nephews reacted in an instant, one breaking through the defense and the other providing cover, their tactics were spot on!

Five terrifying forces, each at the title level, collided violently at the bottom of the narrow crevice.

The fierce howl of the Azure Eagle Storm and the ear-piercing sound of wind blades cutting through rocks, the dull rumble of the giant lava rake that burned everything and the squelching sound of space being burned and torn apart.

A silent yet pervasive and viscous forest illusion, a prison that suffocates the space.

There were also the three jet-black blades that tore through the void, the crimson blood-red light of the demonic scythe that ripped through the air, and the shadowy miasma that devoured and tainted everything like an endless abyss.

The space, under extreme compression and tearing force, could not bear the strain and emitted a tooth-grinding groan.

The solid mountain rock walls were like brittle rotten wood, instantly squeezed, disintegrated, and turned into visible dust and smoke.

The violent airflow swirled and exploded in the confined space, emitting a piercing shriek that tore at eardrums, like an apocalyptic storm.

Amidst the chaotic energy storm and swirling dust, Luo Derun's deep-set eyes were fixed on the rapidly approaching "Xia Ruxin" to his left front.

Her figure was unnaturally blurred and swayed at the edges by the violent soul power shockwave that was capable of tearing everything apart, like a reflection in water.

At that critical moment, Luo Derun’s powerful mental perception and rich experience with life and death detected a very subtle discord—behind the three “Xia Ruxins,” a blurry phantom of a larger, more solid and ancient cherry blossom tree seemed to flash briefly.

The phantom was rooted deep in the rock, and countless withered branches swayed silently, scattering fallen leaves like ashes on a grave.

Illusion!

That seemingly all-encompassing forest cage, those three lifelike "Xia Ruxin" figures, were all just a myriad of phenomena created by this illusionary cherry tree.

This is Xu Rulin's true nature!

That deadly forest had already silently planted its invisible roots into the earth the moment they set foot in this valley, weaving this deadly net.

A bone-chilling cold, like the chilling death energy from the deepest part of the underworld, instantly climbed up from the tailbone and gripped Luo Derun's heart tightly.

It was as if an invisible claw, formed from ancient tree roots and frozen soil, suddenly pierced his chest cavity, gripping his wildly beating organs tightly.

(End of this chapter)