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

Chapter 1587 The Three-Eyed Demon Ape King? Zhang Xiaofan's Little Gray!

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"Charge! Get out of here!"

Rodrun's hoarse roar exploded in the boiling energy storm, and his withered body suddenly burst forth with a fierce aura that was almost burning.

"Ninth Soul Skill - Crimson Scythe World: Blood Miasma Devouring Life!"

boom--!
Centered on him, a deep, crimson domain, as dark as congealed blood, suddenly expanded.

This crimson domain was incredibly viscous, as if the entire space was submerged in putrid blood plasma, with countless twisted, struggling, and silently wailing blurry blood shadows churning wildly within the domain.

Anything that came into contact with this blood miasma—whether it was the phantom of the eagle's claws stabbed down by Cheng Wenge, the molten lava embers smashed down by Ding Daoheng's giant rake, or even the countless petals of the phantom cherry blossoms fluttering in the sky—all emitted a piercing "hissing" sound as they melted away.

Soul power was being frantically corroded, and mental perception was being maliciously dragged down by viscous blood plasma.

Wherever the blood miasma passed, even Xia Ruxin's layered and intertwined "Forest Burial Array" illusion was forcibly eroded, creating a huge, crimson hole that was constantly collapsing and wriggling to fill itself.

Rodrun's eyes no longer had any whites, only two leaping and violent crimson soul flames remaining.

Without even glancing at Cheng Wenge and Ding Daoheng, who had been briefly forced back by the blood miasma, he transformed into a dark red streak of light that tore through the blood mist. Taking advantage of the fact that the huge blood-red hole had not yet been fully repaired by the illusion, he recklessly rushed toward the direction through which the blood miasma had pierced—the mountain pass gap to the south.

Suddenly, my vision opened up, and the light, corroded by the blood miasma, pierced my eyes.

The mountain wind howled, and he could even sense the presence of the distant wilderness. He was out!
Break free from that damned illusionary prison, leave those three clinging old dogs of the Chen family—

call!
The bushes on the left hillside shook violently, and a gray shadow darted out like lightning.

Luo Derun's pupils suddenly contracted—a gray monkey the size of a watermelon?!
Its fur was wet and clung to its body, and its thin paws were scratching at a patch of damp moss.

The little, terrified eyes stared wide-eyed at the "monster" that suddenly rushed out, its murderous aura palpable.

Zhizhi——!
The monkey seemed stunned by the overwhelming murderous aura and let out a very short cry.

Then, an incredible upheaval occurred.

The tiny gray monkey's body swelled up instantly, as if it were being rapidly inflated into a sac.

The sounds of bones stretching and muscles bulging were as dense as thunder, and the gray hair instantly transformed into a long, dark gray mane as sharp as steel needles.

Above the small pupils, on the brow bone, a hideous vertical slit suddenly tore open.

Om-!
A deep, cold, emotionless dark golden light suddenly shone from the vertical slit, and a huge, upright golden eye, almost filling Rodrun's entire field of vision, suddenly opened.

Boom!

In the blink of an eye, a terrifying ape, forty meters tall, covered in rough, granite-like keratin, with needle-like hair and bulging muscles, rose from the ground and blocked Rodrun's only escape route.

A violent, primal, and wild aura crashed in like a tsunami.

The newly formed third golden eye showed no emotion, only pure savagery.

Almost at the same instant that Rodrun saw its colossal shadow, the enormous fist covered in thick gray keratin, accompanied by a terrifying howl that shattered the air and unparalleled force, slammed down on the tiny Rodrun.

Speed, power, timing... all are so exquisite they are breathtaking.

There was absolutely no room for Rodrun to dodge or think!

"Roar--!"

In the critical moment, Rodrun's eyes almost burst with blood-red fire, and the pair of blood-red demonic scythes on his arms trembled and hissed wildly.

He had no choice but to pour the last of his bloodthirsty soul power into the twin demonic scythes.

"Open it—for me!!!"

A crimson demonic light soared into the sky, and two cross-shaped blades of light, tearing through the blood miasma, carrying a resolute sharpness capable of cleaving through giant mountains, fiercely met the crushing gray-black giant fist. Clang—Boom—Crack—!!!
A deafening, terrifying roar, far exceeding anything seen before, exploded in the narrow mountain pass, like two giant mountains colliding with immense force.

The visible shockwave spread out in a ring, causing large areas of the cliffs on both sides to crack and collapse, and smoke and dust to rise into the sky.

On that massive, grey-black fist, harder than refined steel, two huge cracks were forcefully cleaved open by the scarlet cross-shaped beam of light.

A foul-smelling, dark red liquid gushed out like a waterfall.

But in terms of strength, there was an overwhelming gap in brute force.

Rodrun's twin scythes held out for less than a moment before the Cross Light Slash shattered into pieces.

The terrifying force rolled down the double scythes without any resistance.

"puff--!"

Luo Derun's arms were twisted and deformed, and blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed from his mouth.

His emaciated body was violently smashed away by this mountain-shattering force.

With a sickeningly loud cracking sound, his bones exploded repeatedly, and he was sent flying dozens of meters backward at a speed far exceeding his desperate sprint.

He crashed violently into the shattered realm where the still-unhealed crimson miasma and illusory forest had intertwined, which he had just desperately fought his way out of.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, Cheng Wenge's icy, knife-like shout could be faintly heard: "Surround him!"

And Ding Daoheng's furious roar, and the silent tangle of vines as Xia Ruxin manipulated the forest illusion to close the net.

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Rodrun struggled to his feet from the rubble, his withered body like rotten wood crushed by a storm, blood mixed with bits of internal organs seeping from his torn mouth.

He stared intently ahead, his cracked eye sockets almost bursting: "Three-eyed Demon Ape?... Impossible... How could Monkey Mountain... hide a 100,000-year-old Beast King..."

The forty-meter-tall, gray-black demonic ape's head drooped slightly, its dark golden vertical pupils seeming to look down upon the dust.

A deep, resonant sound, like the trembling of an ancient bell, echoed across the mountain pass: "This place is called Monkey Mountain... Why can't I be here?"

The arm, as thick as an ancient tree, was raised, and the hideous crack on the fist was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The dark red muscle fibers intertwined and writhed like living things—a wound that would be fatal to an ordinary person was nothing more than a shallow scratch on the skin of this behemoth.

"Human...you have angered me."

His voice even carried a hint of dull mischief.

Faced with this almost mocking response, Luo Derun felt a surge of absurdity that nearly overwhelmed his pain.

Those blood-stained, turbid eyes swept rapidly across the Demon Ape King, then over the three people—Cheng Wenge, Cheng Wenge, and Cheng Wenge—who had formed a triangular encirclement on the outside, and the faint echoes between them... A bolt of lightning suddenly cleaved through the chaos!

“You are…” Rodrun’s voice suddenly rose, “the three-eyed spirit monkey beside the Blood Emperor!”

In the past, Zhang Xiaofan, the Blood Emperor, dominated the world of Soul Masters, with countless blood-forged treasures and corpses under his control. His ever-present spirit pet was a gray-haired monkey that was adept at transformation and understood human nature.

Its true form is that of a 100,000-year-old beast king capable of lifting mountains and shaking peaks.

At this point, everything is connected.

Why could the Chen family's pursuers follow them like shadows through the hundreds of miles of monkey mountains and deep ravines? A beast king with a history of 100,000 years ruled over a vast and ubiquitous troop of monkeys... In this mountain kingdom that it absolutely controlled, the traces of the uncle and nephew were as insignificant as lice on a bald man's head.

The Demon Ape King grinned, revealing a gaping maw full of fangs, its lips twitching upwards to show a set of sharp, white teeth: "You guessed right, too bad..."

His dark golden vertical pupils suddenly contracted, like the gates of the underworld about to close. "You will not see the sun rise tomorrow."

A bone-chilling cold instantly froze Luo Derun's marrow.

A beast king, whose strength was equivalent to a level 96 Super Douluo and whose hide was thick and whose movements were as fast as the wind, joined the battle... His withered body unconsciously hunched over.

(End of this chapter)