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

Chapter 1611 Dragon Skin
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The clouds in the center of the battlefield were parted by an invisible force, and a pair of giant hand phantoms formed from the vast starry sky descended from the depths of the heavens.

Seven Wounds Seal!
As the palm lines flow, the mystery is revealed in the starlight—seven giant fingers bend and stretch in the air, like seven starlight pens dipped in the essence of heaven and earth!
Red like a furnace being tempered, orange like the first rays of dawn, yellow like the dust and gold of the desert, cyan like the cold abyss of the blue sea, blue like the ice soul of a secluded valley, purple surpassing the lightning marks of the heavens... Seven streams of energy, each with a distinct color but all condensing the origin of the power of the star core, burst forth from their fingertips!

Each ray of light is wrapped in mysterious pulsating patterns, echoing the seven meridians in the human body.

Yes, it is clearly a cold and yin force, but when combined, it produces all sorts of strange phenomena.

This is not surprising. The Seven Wounds Seal uses the seven fingers as a guide to activate the energy of each meridian, and Xiao Yi also adds her own various attribute powers.

The seven-colored light did not dissipate; it intertwined and rotated with each other the instant it fell!

Like stars returning to their orbits, they formed a colossal seven-colored halo with a diameter of over ten feet as they rotated.

It hangs in the sky, its edges shattering the air and refracting mesmerizing rainbows, as beautiful as polar lights.

However, the core of the halo exudes a pure, soul-chilling pressure—like a rule!
Where the halo passed, even the tangled and surging meteorite vines condensed into fine ice crystals, which were then silently annihilated into dust under the unbearable spatial crushing.

The halo locked onto Long Xiaoqian's direction, slowly descending with the chilling will of the boundless starry sky.

Her clothes fluttered in the breeze, and a layer of cool, frost-like moonlight lingered around her fingertips.

After four months, she relearned the Nine Yin Divine Sword Technique and fused the seven forms of the "Nine Yin Divine Sword Finger" into one, finally giving birth to the transformed and sublimated Nine Yin Star Seven Wounds Seal.

In the Chen family's assessment, this is a terrifying ultimate skill worthy of being classified as a "third-order profound technique".

Generally speaking, only a level 96 Title Douluo can fully unleash the third-order profound meaning of the Chen family, or perhaps someone like Shen Tianjun who has been immersed in sword intent for decades to have even a slight chance.

The astonishing nature of the Nine Yin Manual and the Nine Yang Manual lies precisely in this.

They use heaven and earth as their furnace and yin and yang as their charcoal, refining the profound principles of Taoism into the forms of mortal martial arts.

With just the guidance of the Big Dipper Technique and the Nine Yang Divine Skill, the threshold is low, and even a Soul Saint can perform it; however, its power and upper limit are enough to support the ladder to heaven that leads straight to the peak!
These martial arts inheritances from other lands allowed the Chen family to take a bold step on the watershed of Soul Saint, a step that drew the attention of all other sects.

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This scene elicited various reactions from the high-level Soul Masters present, especially the Title Douluos.

Well, although Xiao Yi is not a Soul Saint, she has already opened all three Soul Nests, which means she is capable of unleashing profound mysteries.

Within her slender yet resilient body, the concentrated soul power and spiritual cultivation were perfectly integrated, paving the way for this astonishing profound mystery.

At this moment, the Seven Wounds Aura is the most dazzling manifestation of the Heavenly Ladder!
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The jade-white light in Long Xiaoqian's eyes suddenly exploded.

The seven-colored halo that descended from the sky carried a purifying aura that pointed directly to the source and cleansed all things.

It should be noted that the Seven Wounds Seal varies from person to person, mainly depending on the type of true qi and soul power they use to guide it, and the core of their true intention.

She can use the true energy of the Big Dipper to guide her energy, and she can choose from various forms such as Annihilation, Moon Cold, and Stars.

At this moment, she chose the power of purification.

This aura even froze his ever-flowing spiritual will in the state of oneness with nature.

A roar of shock and rage, suppressed deep within his throat, transformed into an ancient dragon's cry that shook the arena.
It wasn't a threat, but rather the forced awakening of some dormant bloodline—"Silver Scale Imperial - Dragon Origin Return to Ruins!"

As a member of the Long family, he can naturally use the family's inherited skills that are compatible with his martial soul. It can be said that he possesses the abilities of both families.

The moment the Long family's secret technique was activated, his silvery-white skin twisted violently.

Every inch of his skin rippled with layers of wrinkles, the metallic luster flowing and dispersing within the ripples, emitting a fine, metallic clang like scales rubbing together. The silver soul flame seemed to peel away from his body, rapidly gathering and solidifying behind him—a gigantic dragon shadow, its entire body gleaming with the light of liquid mithril, proudly revealed itself.

A chaotic torrent of elements, interwoven with frost, lava, and lightning, flowed within the dragon's eyes.

It is no longer a skin-shaped martial spirit, but rather a silver dragon skin that carries the power of the ancient dragon bloodline.

The colossal shadow hung suspended, like a membrane or armor, covering its massive body. Its dragon head was connected to the back of its neck, and it silently roared as it breathed out surging tides of elemental energy.

Silver Dragon, Elemental Dragon!
At this moment, the Seven Wounds Aura had arrived.

The energy, wrapped in cold starlight, and the seven-colored rainbow descended like invisible chains, accompanied by a piercing shriek that seemed to cut through space.

Om-!
There was no dramatic explosion as expected.

The moment the seven-colored halo pressed down on the silver dragon's phantom, a strange chaotic halo suddenly spread out at the point of contact.

At the swirling edge of the halo, the seven-colored rays of light and the silver dragon shadow violently "devoured" and annihilated each other.

The power of purification, like a wave of billions of stardust, washed over the silver dragon, attempting to freeze and disintegrate the surging elemental core.

Meanwhile, the silver dragon shadow silently struggled, unleashing a storm of ice, fire, and lightning elements in an attempt to tear apart the structure of the halo.

The entire arena space was twisted and deformed in this silent annihilation confrontation, the light was like twisted silk, and the spectators could even see a strange scene of multiple superimposed images.

Stalemate!

An unprecedented stalemate!
The halo could not completely freeze the flowing dragon essence, and the silver dragon could not break free from the layers of erosion by the purification laws.

The stalemate lasted only a moment—

"Crack!"

A subtle, yet crystal-clear cracking sound emanated from the core where the halo and the silver shadow intertwined.

The seven streaks of starlight sword energy suddenly converged.

The purifying power at the center of the halo surged instantly, like the starry sky opening its cold eyes.

The silver dragon phantom let out a mournful cry, its mithril-colored body forcibly twisted and compressed by an invisible force, no longer able to maintain elemental balance.

Its enormous phantom, along with the dragon skin armor that enveloped Long Xiaoqian, collapsed and disintegrated inch by inch, turning into countless silvery-white starlight scattered across the sky.

Where the light faded, the five-meter-tall, imposing figure had returned to a normal human form, his silver hair dry and disheveled.

He used a move beyond his level, so how could he not pay the price?

Long Xiaoqian knelt on one knee on the cracked arena, his hands supporting him on the ground, his body trembling violently uncontrollably.

Each breath felt like pulling a broken bellows, and the blood that he couldn't suppress trickled down from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the broken blue bricks.

He raised his eyes and looked at the girl whose white mist had dissipated not far away. In those eyes that had once burned with fierceness and domineering spirit, there was now only the frustration of having his will pierced and a trace of lingering fear.

Xiao Yi gently removed the dusty pink gauze.

The sky-blue veil fell to her chin, concealing the faint red stain that had seeped from the corner of her lips.

The backlash from the Seven Wounds Seal shook her lungs and internal organs, but her figure remained as still as a pine tree in the cold water.

The lingering starlight between her fingers swirled like wisps of smoke. Her clear eyes pierced through the pervasive dust, settling quietly on Long Xiaoqian. There was no sorrow or joy in her gaze, only a trace of emptiness after the dust had settled, and... the weak aftershocks that inevitably remained after the intense collision of soul forces, carefully concealed by her veil.

(End of this chapter)