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

Chapter 1588 Eight against two, two Douluo fall!
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"I can't die here..." A desperate roar exploded silently from his teeth!

"The ultimate demonic technique has been broken!"

Luo Derun suddenly looked up, his eyes turning into two burning flames of blood. His withered body trembled violently, and the bloody aura surrounding him instantly boiled like a pot of boiling oil.

The viscous, bloody aura suddenly expanded, and a savage, violent power far exceeding his peak exploded and burst forth from his body.

His withered hands gripped the pair of blood scythes tightly, the purplish-black demonic scythes humming as they tore through the air.

The barrier that was forcibly broken through... allowed his remaining aura to ignite like a powder keg, barely managing to forcefully cross the threshold of level 97.

Breaking the Limit is truly powerful; it can even increase one level of soul power at the Titled Realm, hence the name "Supreme Demon."

No wonder Luo Ping was so surprised when Longma's divine physical abilities increased by two levels.

A torrent of power surged and roared within him.

In that instant of breaking through to the peak and reaching the pinnacle of power—

An indescribable feeling of palpitation gripped his wildly beating heart without warning.

There was no sound of wind, no sound of air being torn apart, and not even a ripple of pre-existing soul power.

It was just an irresistible shift in gaze.

A figure, like a withered leaf falling from an ancient pool in late autumn, silently materialized on the broad right shoulder of the Demon Ape King.

The man was of average build, wearing an old cloth robe that had been washed until it was faded and whose original color was indistinguishable, and cloth shoes covered in mud from the mountains.

A morning breeze swept by, causing his robes to flutter slightly, without creating the slightest ripple.

He seemed to exist there eternally, a silent unity with the mountains, the giant apes, and the flowing clouds.

However, when Luo Derun's gaze instinctively and inescapably met the depths of those calm, unwavering eyes—

boom--!
A vast, stern, and icy gaze descended upon the dust-like figure, spreading silently from the center of the plain-clad figure.

The air seemed to freeze into an unyielding ice, and time lost its measure in that instant.

This is not a release of power, but a brutal and crushing force that is fundamental to existence.

It's like the sky is about to collapse!

Like a prison that binds the soul!
The level of power carried by this oppressive aura... is level 98.

Standing atop the pinnacle of mortal existence—the Supreme Douluo!
He's a seasoned Supreme Douluo!
“Zhang…Xiao…Fan?” Luo Derun squeezed out a few broken syllables.

Almost at the same moment that name was forced out of his torn lips—

At the horizon at the end of the valley behind, three streaks of light, tearing through the sky, were approaching with the force of thunder.

Behind the leader, enormous silver wings unfurled, like the shadow of a falcon tearing through the sky—Zhuo Qianren rode the wind and broke through the air.

Behind him, two fierce sword lights swept across the ground, and where the sword energy passed, the earth split open into two deep chasms—Chen Hong and Chen Menglin rode side by side, stepping on their swords!

On the Demon Ape King's shoulder, the aura of Blood Emperor Zhang Xiaofan was as still as an abyss.

Before our eyes, Cheng Wenge's azure eagles blot out the sky, Xia Ruxin's illusory forest is like a prison, and Ding Daoheng's raging flames burn the mountain.

Behind them, Chen Hong's Xuanming Sword Intent locked on, Chen Menglin's Myriad Swords Transformed into Shadows, and Zhuo Qianren's Silver Falcon sealed off the sky.

Directly in front of us were the Demon Ape King's dark golden, merciless vertical pupils!
Eight figures surrounded them from six directions.

Qi mingled, and soul power was like a prison.

All hope was extinguished.

The narrow valley of Monkey Mountain has solidified into a picture scroll depicting the final, deadly end.

The sounds of wind, birdsong, monkey calls, mountain streams... all the sounds of the mortal world lost their meaning in this space locked down by eight titled wills.

The only sound was the pounding of the heartbeats in the chests of Uncle and Nephew Luo Derun, a sound as powerful as a drumbeat yet shrouded in absolute silence. A dead end!

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After about half a cup of tea's time, the smoke in the valley slowly dissipated.

As far as the eye could see, all that remained was glaring devastation. The air was thick with the smells of dust, blood, and the burnt energy left behind after the chaotic soul power had been annihilated.

Chen Menglin clutched his aching chest with one hand, where the shock from his final, explosive clash with Luo Derun still lingered.

His gaze swept past the devastation and landed on the deepest pile of rubble dozens of meters away.

Looking at the two clumps of broken flesh and shattered bone fragments, he slowly exhaled a breath of stale air that had accumulated for more than sixty years from deep within his chest.

The blood-stained walls and gates of the Chen family have finally recovered some of their principal and interest today.

Not far away, Zhuo Qianren patted the rock dust off his clothes, a hint of emotion barely perceptible in his expression.

This pair of Scarlet Luo uncle and nephew, who had been domineering for half their lives, were indeed extremely unlucky.

He had originally been tracking You Guangzhou, but after failing just like Chen Menglin, he simply changed direction and followed the faint traces of aura left behind by Chen Hong.

Who could have imagined that their seemingly accidental addition would become the final straw that broke the camel's back?

It was precisely because the three of them continuously compressed the space and chased into the Sunset Forest that this final, decisive battle was able to conclude perfectly.

Just now, Luo Derun unleashed the Rakshasa divine power with his level 97 soul power, which, like a burst dam of filthy blood, instantly swept across the entire mountain valley.

The extreme corruption of the divine impact scorched Ding Daoheng's arm armor, tore Cheng Wenge's protective wind wings apart, and even eroded a thick layer of rock skin off the fist of the thick-skinned, forty-meter-tall Demon Ape King!
If it weren't for the simple figure standing quietly on the ape's shoulder silently raising his hand—without earth-shattering brilliance of the soul ring, without a torrent of soul power shaking mountains—it would have been merely a light touch in front of him.

A thin, chaotic membrane, like an invisible barrier, quietly unfolded, locking the Rakshasa divine power, which was enough to pollute an area of ​​hundreds of meters, within a radius of about a foot, and finally disappearing into nothingness.

At this moment, the profound knowledge and resources of the Chen family at the Yin-Yang Eye of Ice and Fire were fully revealed here.

Apart from Lu Xueqi, who was in seclusion to break through her bottleneck, and Chen Zixiu, who was in charge, almost all the titled individuals came out!

Uh, there are also three branch elders and four Soul Douluos.

This thunderous force, driven solely by the pursuit of the enemy, reveals the deep-seated hatred the Chen family harbors for the Crimson Church. It also hints that the guardians of that treasure land shrouded in poisonous fog possess a strength far more terrifying than what the outside world perceives.

Chen Hong concealed the sharpness and pain between his brows, took a few steps to approach the figure in plain clothes standing quietly on the ape-like shoulder, bowed and whispered, "Master."

Zhang Xiaofan's gaze calmly swept over the desolate valley ravaged by power, and his voice clearly reached everyone's ears: "Clean this place up. All remnants of soul skills and traces of special energy must be completely erased."

He paused, his gaze drifting south towards the distant Scarlet Lair. "Now... is not the time for them to know what has happened here."

"Yes!" Chen Hong solemnly accepted the order.

No one said anything more, and everyone got to work.

Cheng Wenge used the wind to disperse the remaining turbulent energy in the air, Ding Daoheng used lava fire to incinerate the disintegrating vegetation, corpses, and bloodstains, while Xia Ruxin summoned the illusory roots of the ancient cherry blossom, which sank into the ground to smooth over the soul power imprints left by the battle deep within the earth...

Chen Hong straightened up and turned his gaze to Zhuo Qianren, who was standing on the edge of a cliff.

He walked over slowly.

Zhuo Qianren glanced almost imperceptibly at the three figures of Cheng Wenge, Ding Daoheng, and Xia Ruxin out of the corner of his eye—these three old-timers of the Chen family who had suddenly appeared in the world!

An indescribable suspicion surged in his mind: they came from Sunset Forest, and the secrets hidden by the Chen family were probably... far beyond his imagination.

Almost everyone standing here has a blood relationship, marriage alliance, or a very deep connection with the Chen family... except for Zhuo Qianren, who is merely an "ally".

A strange chill rose silently from the soles of my feet.

Chen Hong seemed to have sensed the doubts churning in his heart and the slight sense of alienation he felt.

He walked to Zhuo Qianren's side without saying much, but simply reached out and gently placed his hand on Zhuo Qianren's arm—the force was not great, but it carried an undeniable meaning.

She pulled him away slightly and led him to a relatively hidden section of broken wall not far away, temporarily isolated by the illusory shadows of vines.

Chen Hong lowered his voice, which filled the silent, crumbling cliff.

Zhuo Qianren's brows furrowed and relaxed at times, and complex emotions rippled constantly in his deep, ancient eyes.

(End of this chapter)