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

Chapter 1620 Purple Qi comes from the east
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Without waiting for Yang Jingxue's retort, she cut to the chase: "Guess why my Ice Palace would risk so much to reveal the 'Snow Emperor' in front of everyone?"

Yang Jingxue's anger subsided slightly, replaced by a serious expression: "Isn't it for victory, for breaking the anchor?"

"Yes, but not entirely." Han Yiyu's voice lowered. "Victory would be best, but the most important thing is what I mentioned before—testing the waters."

She paused for a moment, her gaze falling on the nimble, white figure leaping on the ground. "It seems that even the 'Snow Emperor'... may not be able to truly gauge the depth of Chen Xinyi's abilities."

A thoughtful expression finally surfaced in Xuan Qingya's usually calm eyes.

Probing the bottom? Han Yiyu repeatedly made this point clear, and behind it all...

Han Yiyu glanced at Yang Jingxue's taut, rounded oval face with her crystal-clear, icy eyes: "Jingxue, you enchantress, some things are about to come out."

Her gaze turned entirely to Xuan Qingya, and she uttered a name clearly, as if proclaiming a decree from ice: "My senior brother—Bo Dongchen."

"He was obsessed with gazing at the heavens, and once observed the flow of fortune within Chen Xinyi's body..."

The air inside the private room suddenly froze into frost!

Xuan Qingya's hand holding the chess piece stiffened slightly, her eyes instantly filled with pure astonishment: "Senior Brother Bo, he..."

The shock quickly turned into heaviness—to peer into destiny?
That's a heaven-defying technique that comes at the cost of shortening one's lifespan and even the foundation of one's cultivation!

Yang Jingxue's heart skipped a beat, and her obsidian-like eyes instantly blazed like an ignited core, surging with rage: "That scoundrel Bo Dongchen! How dare he..."

"As a result," Han Yiyu's icy voice ruthlessly froze the shock and anger in the air, "Chen Xinyi himself is shrouded in mist and mystery, making it impossible to discern his true nature even in the slightest."

Yang Jingxue's taut shoulder line relaxed silently by half an inch—unfathomable?
Is this actually a blessing in disguise?

Han Yiyu's voice followed, like an extreme chill piercing the earth's veins, crashing down: "However, the Chen clan... their aura soars to the heavens, their purple qi comes from the east, like a dragon hidden in the nine heavens!"

It was deathly silent; even the cold fragrance of the ice lotus seemed frozen.

The white jade chess pieces on Xuan Qingya's fingertips remained frozen in her warm palm, unable to slip away.

She slowly turned her gaze, her eyes meeting the white figure fighting fiercely outside the crystal wall, which silently intersected with the area below where the Chen family team was located.

The deep astonishment in her eyes finally settled into a profound understanding that transcended all obstacles.

"So that's how it is..." she murmured, each word as light as falling frost, "No wonder...you mentioned Yan Wu today!"

The dusty clothes of the heart cannot be seen through!
The Chen family, with purple aura soaring into the sky!
This is by no means simply a matter of personal fortune; it foreshadows the unstoppable, burgeoning power that an ancient family is about to achieve.

The future of the Moon Palace is probably already intertwined with the bloodline of this ancient tree with deep roots and lush foliage!
Where does Han Yiyu's "exploration" refer to, more than just a piece of dusty clothes?

Clearly, they wanted to measure just how vast and boundless the Chen Clan's fortune, which was about to boil over, truly was!
A bone-chilling cold, carrying with it a tremendous amount of information, weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

Outside the crystal curtain, the ice sword and the flowers and leaves continued to clash fiercely, each flash of cold light seeming to crash against the silent, turbulent waves inside the private room.

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On the arena, the battlefield, frozen in ice, had long since lost its balance.

Chang'an had a six-on-four advantage and was in a dominant position.

In mid-air, upon seeing this, 'Snow Emperor' suddenly retreated, widening the distance between herself and Xiaoyi.

Those deep blue icy eyes stared at the pure white figure standing steadily atop the five-colored halo below, and the voice was clearly lowered: "To end it in one move."

"Alright." Chen Xinyi's reply was only one word, and the five-colored halo beneath her feet quietly increased its rotation speed, exuding a chilling silence.

"Emperor Sword - Ice Dragon Unrivaled!"

It's not Ice Extreme Unparalleled, it's Ice Dragon Unparalleled!

The Ice Yi Greatsword in the hands of the 'Snow Emperor' hummed loudly, and the ancient dragon patterns on the spine of the sword suddenly lit up with an unprecedented dark blue glow.

The enormous energy vortex in the sky behind her began to spin again.

This time, however, the enormous Ice Sword emerging from the center of the vortex was no longer just a lifeless ice blade.

"hold head high--!"

A desolate dragon's roar, seemingly emanating from the depths of an ancient icy ocean, reverberated throughout the entire arena.

From the depths of the icy blue sword blade, a massive, semi-illusory dragon shadow, formed purely from runes, suddenly broke free from the sword's restraints.

Bingyi is an ancient sacred dragon, a dragon of ice and water, and the ancient dragon soul is sealed within the Bingyi Sword.

It was like an emperor reigning over frozen soil, its massive maw, outlined by deep blue light, open wide—

Rumble, rumble!

On the arena, the icy world, frozen by the arrival of the "Snow Emperor" and covered with ice pillars and frost forests, was like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.

The ice pillars collapsed, the frost shattered, and transformed into a pure, icy blue torrent that surged wildly into the dragon soul's mouth.

In a mere instant, the biting chill on the arena vanished, and the scorching summer sun pierced through the soul-guiding barrier, casting a warm glow as if the frozen world had never existed. The Ice Dragon Soul, having devoured all the frozen domain, swelled to enormous size.

The body, composed of blue runes, solidified instantly, transforming into a ferocious, tens-of-meters-long frost water dragon with menacing scales.

Its thick, winding dragon body coiled around the even more solid and massive Ice Sword, its tip like a dragon's tooth and its blade like a dragon's spine.

"Roar!"

The frost-covered water dragon, carrying the silent roar of a dragon frozen for millennia and the immense pressure of the icy water, wrapped around the giant sword that pierced through space, crashed down towards Chen Xinyi like divine punishment.

Wherever it passed, the air was crushed into vacuum channels, and space groaned in agony from the unbearable pressure!
Chen Xinyi's gaze was as deep and unfathomable as a bottomless abyss, and the rapidly spinning five-colored halo beneath his feet suddenly split into two.

Om-!
Om-!
Two enormous, nested, rotating five-colored magic arrays lit up simultaneously beneath her feet.

The inner magic array shimmered with light, and the chaotic patterns burned violently!

The outer magic array, on the contrary, exhibits a subtle and intricate cycle of mutual generation and rotation!

The overwhelming power of the Five Elements acts like a supreme furnace, forcibly restraining, accelerating, and endowing the raging will to destroy with a driving force that permeates everything.

"The Five Elements Revolving Annihilation Spear!"

A massive spear, its entire body wrapped in destructive black-gold patterns yet trailed by five-colored life-giving light like a comet's tail, roared and took shape at the center of the magic array.

The compressed point of space at the spearhead exudes a deathly stillness that devours all light.

The spear rotates at high speed, propelling the ring to its limit by layers of energy!

At the edge of the stands, the six Soul Saint referees who were maintaining the barrier changed their expressions drastically, and four more solemn and vast auras suddenly rose from the referee's seat.

Four high-level referees, all at the Contra Douluo level, took decisive action!
Four powerful beams of soul energy, each a different color, poured into the other four nodes of the barrier like giant pillars.

The entire soul-guided shield suddenly shone like solid crystal, its surface rippling with energy like a torrential downpour, emitting a piercing shriek.

The next moment—

A towering frost dragon of ice water coils around a giant sword that has frozen the world!
A condensed spear of destruction, carrying the deathly light of a shattered space!
In the midst of the stunned and breathless gazes of the crowd—they collided with a deafening roar.

Crack—Boom—!!!

An indescribable roar!
That was the chaotic sound of space being forcibly torn apart and then instantly repaired.

It was the ultimate clash between the ancient ice that had been thrown into the world-burning furnace and exploded and vaporized.

The blinding light engulfed everything!
The icy blue water dragon's body and the ice sword wrapped around it collapsed upon touching the tip of the spear wrapped in the black line of destruction.

The dragon's head shattered inch by inch, the ice sword crumbled layer by layer, and the water dragon roared and evaporated.

A small energy mushroom cloud shot into the sky, but was firmly suppressed by the barrier formed by the combined efforts of the four Soul Douluos and the six Soul Saints.

The shockwave repeatedly surged and annihilated inside the shield, forming a destructive storm turbulence.

The light dimmed, dust swirled, and the scene within the barrier slowly revealed itself—

The enormous figure of "Snow Emperor" has long since vanished without a trace.

Ji Bingyan collapsed to the ground like a kite with a broken string, her face pale and her fate unknown.

Bo Huaiyu knelt on one knee in the cracked pit, his Ice Sword deeply embedded in the ground, the blade covered with spiderweb-like cracks, blood gushing from his mouth and nose.

Zhan Ruoxi was in an even more miserable state. Her white clothes were soaked with large smears of blood, and her body was swaying precariously. She could barely support herself with her hands, and her long, icy blue hair clung to her pale cheeks. Each rapid breath was accompanied by a violent cough, and her vision was blurred and swaying.

Meanwhile, at the other end, a slender figure shot out like a meteor, flying hundreds of meters away and almost falling off the stage.

With a muffled groan, a dazzling, blooming dark red blood flower instantly stained the snow-white veil.

The smoke and dust cleared.

There was dead silence.

The focus of countless gazes.

The figure that had been thrown back coughed violently as it slowly, very slowly, managed to get back to its feet.

The bright red stain on the veil was shocking.

She reached out, as if to wipe the blood from her lips, but her fingertips froze in mid-air, and she ultimately did not move.

Then, she stood up straight.

step.

step.

Silently, he walked towards the direction where Zhan Ruoxi and the other two had collapsed unconscious.

The blood-stained white dress left a trail of marks on the cracked, scorched earth of the arena.

Each step felt like striking solidified air.

(End of this chapter)