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

Chapter 1619 Moon Palace Impersonation
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The afterglow of the explosive energy still lingered above the arena.

The enormous icy butterfly shadow flapped its wings suddenly, ignoring the remnants of the collapsing icy cloud vortex behind it. Its massive form tore through the solidified air, transforming into a streak of icy blue light, and swooped down toward Chen Xinyi, who was still unsteady on her feet.

Below, Chen Xinyi touched the cracked rock with her toes and advanced instead of retreating.

A cold, sharp light flashed in her delicate hand—the Zhaojun Sword was drawn!

The sword's blade gleamed, its chilling aura like frost.

The two figures suddenly met in mid-air.

In an instant, the sword shadows moved like dragons!

The Snow Empress wielded the Ice Barbarian Greatsword, its massive blade displaying a speed and agility disproportionate to its size under her control.

The icy blue greatsword, whether slashing, parrying, thrusting, or wiping, carries the pure cold energy of freezing the air, and contains swordsmanship skills honed through countless battles and refined to perfection—the very swordsmanship of the "Ice Barbarian Sword" that Bo Huaiyu has been immersed in for many years.

Chen Xinyi's figure moved erratically through the chilling storm emanating from the giant sword, yet she showed no sign of yielding.

The Zhaojun Sword in her hand radiated a completely different kind of sword brilliance.

With a flick of his right hand, he displayed the essence of the Nine Yin Sword Technique to its fullest extent.

The sword light was sometimes like a lonely moon over a cold pool, serene and desolate, the trajectory of the sword's edge carrying the chill of freezing the meridians; at other times it was sinister and cunning, directly targeting the joints of the ice giant's movements and the weak points in the circulation of soul power.

The sword shadows were elusive and unpredictable, as if wrapped with thousands of ice threads. Each sword strike narrowly deflected the blade of the greatsword, and then counterattacked with sharp and tricky angles in the blink of an eye.

His left hand continued to manipulate the wind and shadows of his fingers, controlling the meteorite vines that were growing tenaciously among the broken rocks.

The emerald green soul power was like silk threads, and countless tough grass stems suddenly grew wildly under the pull of the palm wind, like countless agile purple-black venomous snakes, coiling around the joints and wings of the giant sword's icy body!
Even in the gaps, his five fingers bent and stretched like hooks, and the cold and sharp force of the Nine Yin Divine Sword Finger silently and ruthlessly pierced through the gaps in the icy protection, pointing towards certain key soul power nodes that constitute the core of the Butterfly Shadow.

The giant, icy blue sword shadow carried an overwhelming domineering power, causing the arena to tremble with every swing.

In contrast, the white figure was like a willow catkin in the wind or a turbulent rock, taking an unorthodox approach, with hidden killing intent in its fingers. With the flexible control of the entwined grass and trees, it forcefully created a battlefield of close combat under the suppression of absolute power and cold energy.

Ice shards, gravel, and scattering sword energy formed a deadly web of interwoven cold light and green shadows.

The two fought hand-to-hand in a small space, making the situation even more dangerous. Every move they made was fraught with peril, and their movements were so fast that they left blurry afterimages in the air.

Boom! Sizzle! Hiss—!
The explosive clang of metal clashing violently, the tearing sound of vines being snapped off from an icy body, and the sound of sword energy piercing through the ice.

Two completely different fighting styles clashed and fought fiercely in this close proximity.

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Behind the floor-to-ceiling windows and crystal walls of VIP room number 76, Yang Jingxue leaned back in a luxurious brocade cushion, her long hair trembling slightly with her giggles.

Her phoenix eyes gleamed as she stared at the petite figure braving the ice behemoth in the arena, her fingertip lightly tapping the windowpane: "How about it, Third Brother Han—"

She deliberately dragged out her words, looking with a mocking smile at the sculpted profile by the window, "Still being stubborn and saying that Xiaoyi's skills have nothing to do with me?"

Her gaze swept over the scene of five-colored light flowing across the field, and she added casually, her tone light but each word striking the ice: "The Snow Emperor's Three Wonders are renowned, but didn't they still get forced to accept them today?"

"Is my meager Five Elements Reincarnation Technique worthy of your approval, Ice Lotus Goddess?"

Han Yiyu remained standing by the window, her plain silk sleeves motionless.

His cold profile reflected the interplay of ice and fire on the arena, a scene of utter silence. Only in the depths of his icy, jade-like eyes seemed a chilling current slowly surging within.

Xuan Qingya held the chess piece she had just picked up and put back into the chess basket between her fingertips, her gaze fixed on the lingering five-colored radiance at Chen Xinyi's feet.

He sighed softly, with a touch of genuine emotion: "The Five Elemental Wheels transform into the Five... Elemental Domains, endlessly regenerating."

"That fatal strike just now, transforming five-colored light into a destructive spear... it was imbued with pure destructive power... turning arrows into spears, Fifth Sister,"

There was an appreciative look in her eyes: "It is truly comforting to know that there are successors."

Yang Jingxue's smile bloomed like a red lotus, and her black hair seemed to shine even brighter. She nodded slightly and said, "Xuan Xiaoqi's words are quite pleasing to the ear."

Her eyes flickered, deliberately glancing at the motionless "ice sculpture" by the window, her voice rising in a high-pitched tone, "It's just a pity that there are always some stubborn fools who just won't admit it! Sigh~"

Xuan Qingya shook her head helplessly and gently placed the jade chess piece back onto the chessboard.

The air near the window, in Han Yiyu's area, grew even colder.

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The sword energy hissing from the arena outside the crystal wall was blocked by the thick barrier, sounding distant and muffled.

Han Yiyu's clear, cold voice echoed in the silence: "In recent years, the Chen family has flourished, with new blood flowing in like dragons."

Her icy gaze turned to Xuan Qingya, her tone as flat as ice, "Seventh Sister, your grand-disciple is also from the Chen family, isn't he?"

Yang Jingxue's lazy smile froze slightly, and her obsidian-like deep eyes suddenly turned into probes, fixed firmly on Han Yiyu's icy face.

That's a strange topic.

Xuan Qingya's jade chess piece was smooth and warm. She said frankly, "Yes, Qingyue accepted Xiao Yanwu as her disciple."

She is the current deputy palace master, and Qingyue is her subordinate, the left envoy of the Moon Palace, her disciple, and also her own niece.

Han Yiyu's eyes remained unmoved, her words like icicles falling to the ground, striking the silent air: "Among the core disciples of the Moon Palace's upper and lower courtyards, it seems that not a single one has yet been able to awaken that king-level martial soul, 'Nine Heavens Moon'?"

"You've falsely claimed the surname 'Xuan',"

Her tone was flat, yet every word was clear: "Presumably, it's only a matter of time before Chen Yanwu is crowned."

The principal and deputy principals of the Moon Palace must be male with the surname Xuan and female with the surname Xuan, both of whom are adopted or bestowed with surnames.

Xuan Qingya's original surname was Qing, but Qingya was her real name.

The surname is both an identity and a shackle; whoever is given it is the signal for the inheritance of the Moon Palace.

Yang Jingxue's cascading black hair moved for a moment without wind. She stared at Han Yiyu with a cold scrutiny: "Old hag Han, that little girl Qingyue is much more unruly than us. It's quite possible that this false name fell on Yan Wu's head."

Her tone suddenly sharpened, "However, when you utter these words about the Moon Palace's domestic affairs, coming from your usually detached and unambitious mouth, they sound a bit like inflammatory sour grapes to me."

Han Yiyu finally turned her body slowly to the side, and a faint smile bloomed on her jade-like face, which had been as emotionless as an ancient ice peak, like an ice lotus on a precipice suddenly unfolding.

The smile was barely perceptible, yet it was enough to make the air in the private room drop several degrees.

She met Yang Jingxue's gaze, her expression still calm and composed: "Jingxue, you witch, it's time for you to let go of this pent-up anger."

"Since you sat down in this private room, how many times have you insulted me?"

(End of this chapter)