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

Chapter 1607 Long Xiaoqian, the Long Family!

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Long Xiaoqian's arms, and even his entire robust torso, transformed into a warm and flawless mutton-fat white jade color through this ultimate condensation.

It wasn't a soft white, but a jade-like transformation that contained the weight of mountains and the energy of storms.

Beneath the jade-white covering, the muscles no longer bulged and knotted, but instead contracted to a uniform and smooth texture like jade, yet concealed a violence powerful enough to tear space apart.

The resilience of the meteorite vine was completely overwhelmed at this moment.

"Clang! Clang! Clang—!"

The jade-colored twin swords and giant axe transformed into a millstone that shredded life.

The severed vines didn't even have time to spray sap before the cut ends were reduced to dust by the next strike.

Even though the ever-renewing green light frantically healed the wounds and spurred new growth, its regeneration speed was crushed by the ruthless blade—each slash went deeper, each advance faster.

The jade-colored figure, as if wielding a giant plow, carved a path leading to the center through the raging green tide.

The shattered vines flew like rain, disappearing without a trace.

Starting from eighty meters, he cleaved through the vine-covered forest, leaving behind only annihilated voids along the way.

However, the closer you get to Xiaoyi, the denser the meteorite vines become.

Thirty meters away, right in front of me!

"Fourth Soul Skill - Mad God Slash!"

The eight- or nine-thousand-year-old soul ring, which was so dark it was almost black, shone brightly.

Long Xiaoqian's body underwent a breathtaking transformation—it was as if molten dark gold metal, melted by high temperatures, was being stretched and extended at will.

His legs stretched to make him over four meters tall, and his arms twisted and folded like a giant python, reshaping his body—his bones and skin were fused together by his mental power into a ferocious five-meter-long double-sided giant axe.

The terrifying potential of the skin-based martial spirit to control the physical body is now undeniable.

The flowing light of white jade, a perfect harmony between heaven and man, instantly covered the giant axe.

"boom--!!"

The axe blade, carrying a destructive storm of jade white and dark gold, seemed to make the space itself groan wherever it struck.

The endlessly regenerating vines, layer upon layer, were like pieces of paper thrown into a furnace, burned and disintegrated, and the five-meter distance was instantly swallowed up by the axe light.

The jade-colored axe blade tore through the last vine cage, its menacing tip reflecting in Xiaoyi's calm pupils.

The enormous shadow, the devastating trajectory of the advance, and the lingering shockwave in the air made the air in the entire stands freeze.

This sudden, fierce surge, breaking free of its cage and reaching the very core, is like an unstoppable spear of fate—even the calmest observer feels their heart gripped by that mere hair's breadth away from touching it.

The scales of victory and defeat seem to have tipped in the cold gleam of the jade-colored axe blade.

With that imposing presence and the clearing of the area, everyone felt that Xiaoyi was doomed to lose once they got close.

Although it's an illusion, that's the feeling.

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Inside VIP Room 33, the crystal wall reflected the scene of jade-colored sharpness breaking through the sea of ​​vines below. Yu Yongyuan, the number two figure of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect, tapped his knuckles lightly on the armrest, his eyes, adorned with purple lightning patterns, filled with admiration: "Old An, Xiaoqian has awakened a skin martial spirit, a truly unique gift."

"After being tempered by the Body Sect... it has truly become a deadly weapon that has been unsheathed."

"Such fierce and valiant, the Long family twins truly live up to their reputation, and their successors are indeed worthy of their names."

Long Jing'an sat opposite him, also dressed in a brocade robe with dragon patterns, his thick purple beard undulating slightly as Long Xiaoqian advanced in the arena.

He picked up the crystal glass and gently put it down again. A few drops of amber wine swirled over the rim of the glass. He nodded and said, "On the path of the Body Martial Soul, there is no other place to follow except the Body Sect. Xiao Qian has achieved his current status, and we must remember that bond of kinship."

His tone was calm, but it couldn't hide the subtle complexity in his eyes.

Yu Yongyuan turned his face and smiled with a probing look: "Speaking of which, your Long family's skin martial soul... is quite peculiar."

"Looking at the world of Soul Masters, it is already difficult to encounter a Body Martial Soul, especially a top-level full-body Skin Martial Soul, which is extremely rare."

"But your family seems to produce one every one or two hundred years?"

Long Jing'an raised his hand to stroke the purple beard under his chin, his expression becoming more solemn: "The dragon mark passed down from our ancestors is engraved in flesh and blood, attached to the skin and bones."

"The awakening of skin-type martial spirits by younger generations is mostly due to the blessings of their ancestors, and is only triggered by chance."

Yu Yongyuan shook his head slightly, with a clear understanding of the impermanence of bloodlines, "Since ancient times, the awakening of the original martial soul has never followed the inheritance of the parents. This is similar to the awakening of the dragon pattern in your Long family. There is a connection between them in the dark."

Long Jing'an sighed: "Even among those of the same bloodline, whether they can awaken and at what level they awaken is all up to fate, and there is no way to trace it."

"In the end... they are just some special 'fish' that occasionally jump out of the 'pond' of the Long family."

Yu Yongyuan chuckled, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes, "'Occasionally' requires a pool that can hold it!"

"Looking across the continent, six or seven out of ten of these skin spirits come from your Long family lineage."
"When opportunities arise, they can no longer be explained by mere 'chance'."

“If this continues, your Long family might actually branch out into the ‘Leather Sect’ that specializes in this field in the future.”

Long Jing'an's tense lips finally relaxed a little, revealing a genuine smile: "Haha, then I'll accept your kind wishes, Yongyuan."

"If future generations can truly pass on this ninth-grade martial spirit as the orthodox family tradition, it will be a great blessing from our ancestors."

Yu Yongyuan shifted his gaze from Long Xiaoqian's jade-white giant axe to the old man in dragon robe beside him: "Speaking of which, Lao An, where's your Xingye kid? Why haven't I seen him in the Shan Hai Academy's team?"

Beneath Long Jing'an's thick purple beard, a meaningful smile curved his lips, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes: "Oh? What, is it that Long Qi isn't enough for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect? Now you've set your sights on my good-for-nothing brat?"

His tone was half-serious, half-inquiring, and his gaze pierced Yu Yongyuan like an awl.

The destination of top geniuses has always been a sensitive topic that everyone keeps quiet about.

Yu Yongyuan remained calm, only shaking his head slightly as he picked up the crystal glass in front of him: "Not at all. Ryuzaki is an exceptional individual, destined for greatness. As for that child Hoshino..."

He took a sip, his gaze returning to the crystal wall, his voice so calm it betrayed no intention, "I just saw Xiao Qian being brave and casually asked about his brother's recent situation."

Long Jing'an let out a barely audible hum from his nose. Knowing the subtle nuances of the aristocratic families, he didn't press the matter further, but instead kept his gaze firmly fixed on the core area of ​​the arena.

There, Long Xiaoqian's jade-white giant axe had just cleaved through the last layer of vine barrier, and the cold blade tip was almost touching the brow of the standing girl!

A cold glint flashed in Long Jing'an's eyes, and his tone left no room for doubt, suppressing all probing: "Let's watch the match first—"

His voice suddenly tightened, carrying the certainty of a veteran soldier anticipating a storm, "That girl... is going to get serious!"

(End of this chapter)