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

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Who is Xiaoyi?
Clad in white, she moved with the grace of a startled swan.

As Ji Lintong's space-tearing punch approached her back, Xiao Yi lightly touched the green leaves of the vines with her toes. Without a sound, only an extremely smooth arc swept across, as light as a breeze brushing willow catkins. In an instant, she had risen several meters, narrowly avoiding the punch that carried the power to tear through space.

She hovered in mid-air, her hair swaying slightly in the aftershocks of her soul power.

Ji Lintong's attack missed its mark, and the grayness in his eyes deepened.

He forcefully reversed his momentum and landed, using the gnarled vine roots as leverage to spin around, his movements fluid and without the slightest hesitation.

The moment he stood still, the fifth spirit ring beneath his feet, which was pitch black, blazed with a dark light.

Without any dazzling light or shadow, a pure, invisible, and colorless beam of spiritual energy burst forth from the depths of his surging pupils—

Fifth Soul Skill: Lightless Impact!

This mental attack travels through the void at a speed that surpasses the transmission speed of soul power, almost like an extension of thought. It is silent and invisible, yet sharp as an invisible divine needle.

Xiao Yi's figure was still in mid-air when the pure spiritual impact arrived.

Even with her exceptionally keen senses, this attack, which moved at speeds beyond reason, was still beyond her ability to dodge.

Her eyes froze for a moment!

"It's done!"

Ji Lintong's lips finally couldn't help but twitch upwards, and her body even maintained the momentum of her forward lurch.

The combined power of the second awakening of the Spirit Eye and the ten-thousand-year-old Soul Skill makes it impossible for anyone of the same level to withstand its mental bombardment.

No matter how strong this Chenxinyi is, with top-notch control, defense, attack, and movement techniques, is even this most unpredictable spiritual realm an invincible barrier?

Chen Haokai, who was locked in combat with Su Ningxia in the distance, caught a glimpse of this scene and shouted, "Old Ji! A great opportunity!!"

He could clearly feel that the meteorite vines that covered the entire field, and the life force field that sustained his teammates, suddenly froze the moment Xiaoyi was hit!
However, his opponent, Su Ningxia, did not stop what she was doing.

Just a breath!
Just as Su Ningxia's colorful ribbons were fluttering, seven or eight golden and green ribbons, like serpents, once again coiled around Chen Haokai. In that instant, the latter, startled and slow to react—

Ji Lintong's forward-rushing body seemed to have crashed into an invisible and cold wall of sighs, freezing him in place.

In his vision, the flame of hope that had shone brightly after the successful strike was suddenly extinguished and swallowed up in an instant by a deep and boundless darkness.

Then, stars suddenly appeared in the endless darkness, and a dazzling river of stars stretched out, replacing the arena with a vast and breathtakingly unfamiliar starry sky.

The vastness and depth almost crushed his insignificant soul.

The next moment, nine enormous, unimaginably massive star vortexes appeared, each large enough to devour mountains, their slow rotation carrying a terrifying will to crush even the most divine souls.

Time and space lose their meaning here; only that magnificent, rotating celestial body that devours everything remains…

A breath, in reality, is as fleeting as an illusion.

Under the watchful eyes of 120,000 people, the highly anticipated raider, Ji Lintong, suddenly collapsed backward without warning, his body like a soulless puppet, his eyes empty and lifeless.

With a "thud," it crashed onto the gnarled vine roots and completely lost consciousness.

The entire noisy arena seemed to have been muted, and the sudden sound of someone falling to the ground was particularly jarring.

The plot took a sudden turn in an instant, eliciting a tsunami of suppressed gasps from the audience.

"A counterattack in a battle of spirits... a battle of spirits? This immortal is also... also so terrifying in his spiritual attainments?!" A middle-aged soul master who had just realized what was happening exclaimed in shock.

"Damn it! This is a true all-rounder! Does she have any weaknesses?" another burly man cursed.

"Goddess! Goddess!" From somewhere, suppressed admiration transformed into a wave of frenzied shouts, quickly sweeping across the room. Inside the private room, Shen Li's slightly pursed lips subtly curved into a barely perceptible smile, which then turned into a faint, bitter self-deprecating expression. She gently shook her head and murmured, "A mental attack?"

"Heh... Back then, the combined divine sense attack of the seven of us was only enough to make this monster blink. You alone..."

The rest of the words faded into a silent sigh.

She picked up her teacup, her gaze turning once more to the pure white figure in the center of the arena with a complex expression, and said nothing more.

In the arena, only the exclusive grandstand area of ​​Chang'an Academy was completely silent, exuding a natural and composed demeanor.

They watched the girl in white in the arena silently, their breathing not even faltering, as if the astonishing reversal on stage was nothing more than a natural outcome.

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the other side.

Shanwei's face, which usually wore a comical smile, was now wrinkled into a truly bitter melon skin.

As he struggled to shake off a vine that was coiling around him, he said with a wry smile to the person opposite him, "Hey, Fifth Brother, this sister-in-law of ours isn't playing games like this."

"Just when there was a glimmer of hope, it was all extinguished? And can't these vines just stay still for a bit?"

The Demon-Suppressing Heavy Sword in his hand hummed as it continuously parried Chen Mu's cunning sword strikes.

Shan Wei, the "Heavenly Fierce Star" of the Chen family, is very familiar with Chen Mu, the fifth young master of the main branch, who is also known as the "Jade Balance Star".

The two, who shared similar tastes, often put their arms around each other and laughed during training sessions.

The Seven Kill Sword in Chen Mu's hand shimmered with light, and his Lone Peak Sword Technique was sharp and deadly, each move potentially fatal. His tone was playful and unrestrained: "Little Shanzi, what are you yelling about!"

"Don't you even know who your opponent is? This is a flower planted by that monstrous devil Guizi Liu himself—when he gets angry, I have to stay three feet away."

"Be smart and let me take you down with a few sword strikes. You'll at least leave with some dignity, which is better than being wrapped up like a dumpling by those vines, right?"

The sword energies clashed, producing a continuous clang.

Shanwei was so angry that white breath was coming out of his nose: "Pah! Of all the brothers in this group, you're the most arrogant and ungrateful. If you've got the guts..."

Before he could finish his complaint, a sudden change occurred.

Chen Mu's gaze and the intent of his sword changed drastically at the same time.

The Fifteen Swords of Lone Peak plunge the world into darkness!
The sword strikes were silent, without light or shadow.

A profound stillness suddenly engulfed the space around Shanwei, as if he had sunk into a dark, icy lake. Light was cut off, sound disappeared, leaving only a sense of oppression that could crush flesh and soul, and a series of silent yet powerful abyssal forces capable of tearing through space.

It was absolute darkness, an absolute prison that rejected all life.

Shanwei's scalp tingled instantly, his hair stood on end, and he roared almost instinctively, "Damn it! Fifth Brother, you played dirty tricks!"

In a fit of shock and rage, he unleashed his trump card, which he had painstakingly cultivated for many years.

His arms bulged with muscles, he stomped hard on the vine roots, twisted his waist, and gripped the Demon-Suppressing Heavy Sword tightly with both hands, slamming it down into the dark space in front of him that could devour everything.

Secret Technique: Unparalleled Demon Suppression!

The moment the heavy sword fell, a profound, boundless will exploded out from the point of impact.

It was as if an invisible, mighty force, capable of suppressing the entire universe, had forcibly descended upon this space that had been eroded by the Dust Shepherd Sword Technique.

That heavy, selfless, formless, and all-encompassing pure energy, carrying the immense power to sweep across all directions and quell the demonic aura, swept outwards violently with the Mountain Might and the Demon-Suppressing Sword as its axis.

Wherever the shockwave reached, even the approaching sword energy was forcibly suppressed and forced to crawl. The space trembled and groaned slightly, as if trying to forcibly lock up all the dissipating energy and will.

(End of this chapter)