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

Chapter 1625 White-Clad Douluo Blocks the Black Dragon

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*Thud! Thud!* The muffled sounds of sharp weapons piercing flesh echoed continuously.

Crack! Snap! The sound of bones breaking and snapping is chilling.

*Sizzle!* The sound of sharp claws tearing through armor and ripping out viscera filled the air with a foul stench...

At the heart of the battlefield, a massive, never-ending gear train, spinning rapidly, continuously feeds in and shreds living limbs, blazing soul power, and blinding blood.

Thick, almost solidified blood plasma mixed with fragments of internal organs and dust soaked into every inch of the scorched earth, gathering into dark red streams beneath the ruins, flowing slowly.

The air was no longer filled with gunpowder smoke, but with a thick, nauseating, pure stench of death.

Every successful encirclement attack was accompanied by casualties several times greater than this.

Each desperate counterattack by a trapped beast devours an even larger chunk of flesh.

This Moonlit Medicine Market has transformed from a scorched wasteland into a bloody vortex, devouring all life and swirling with countless sharp teeth.

Its horror and cruelty have been escalating to new and terrifying levels over time.

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The bloody battle between Moonshine City's Soul Masters and the Evil Soul Masters suddenly froze into a deathly silence due to the terrifying pressure descending from the sky.

An invisible pressure, like a towering mountain crashing down!
Above the medicine market, a figure appeared silently, as if it had been hovering there since ancient times.

Beneath his feet, nine soul rings unfolded in succession: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black, black, exuding a powerful, profound, and soul-chilling aura of destruction!
The aura of each spirit ring rippled outwards, like a heavy hammer striking everyone's hearts.

The figure did not deliberately release its power; it simply stepped down from the air one step at a time.

The air beneath my feet felt as flat as if I were walking on solid ground; with each step, the entire world seemed to tremble slightly.

In the core battlefield of the medicine market, the surrounding chaotic battle zone, and even half of Moonshine City, a deep sense of despair, originating from the instinct of life, spread silently like a cold tide, freezing countless roars and shouts, leaving only heavy and suppressed panting.

The pillar of support has arrived.

His dragon legion was thwarted, so he personally stepped in to clean up the mess and deliver the final blow.

“Black…Black Dragon Douluo…Yan Wushuang!” A trembling voice finally broke through the chaos, tearing through the deathly silence with disbelief and fear.

“That old devil… has finally come…” Leng Bufan’s eyes were as solemn as iron, and a trace of icy aura escaped from his lips.

"Could it be... that Moonbeam is truly doomed to this catastrophe?!" someone murmured to themselves, their voice almost fading away in the face of immense despair.

Just as Yan Wushuang's heart-wrenching footsteps were about to completely crush the will to resist—

hum!
A strange sword cry, like the whisper of clouds in the sky, pierced through the suffocating pressure and entered everyone's ears.

Immediately afterwards, a vast, gentle voice, yet carrying an unwavering will like a solitary peak, descended from the heavens: "Yan Wushuang, you're overthinking it."

A hundred-meter-long white sword beam, condensed to its fullest extent and formed from the essence of endless clouds, silently tore through space without the slightest trace of smoke or fire, shooting straight towards Yan Wushuang who was descending from the sky.

The sword intent was profound, encompassing a vast and boundless sky.

"Hmph!" Yan Wushuang snorted coldly, seemingly surprised and somewhat disdainful.

He casually raised his right claw, which was covered with jet-black dragon scales, and pressed it down in mid-air!
boom!
A gigantic claw wreathed in pitch-black demonic flames, capable of incinerating everything, materialized out of thin air and viciously grabbed at the pure, condensed white sword light.

The claws clashed, but there was no earth-shattering explosion.

The space distorted violently, emitting a muffled hum.

The white cloud-like sword light was incredibly resilient, forcefully piercing and tearing through the giant demonic claw.

Yan Wushuang's figure was taken a slight half step back by this seemingly light and agile sword intent!
Though it was only half a step, it was the first crack carved into the sheer cliff.

Opposite Yan Wushuang, high in the sky, the surging clouds slowly gathered and solidified.

A figure appeared within it, emerging from the void. The person was dressed in pristine white robes, and held a long sword in their hand, its blade hazy and formed from flowing clouds.

His appearance melted away the spring snow silently, yet instantly replaced Yan Wushuang's destructive pressure, becoming another core element of this battlefield.

He was also surrounded by nine spirit rings, their light restrained yet as heavy as a mountain.

Two completely different yet equally powerful titled auras collided and tore apart silently in the sky above Moonshine City!
Yan Wushuang frowned, her crimson dragon eyes fixed on the newcomer: "The white-clad man from the East Sea... Leng Qingqiu?"

The white-robed man's voice was calm and unwavering: "Yan Wushuang, you should address me as... Your Highness in White."

Yan Wushuang's brief astonishment turned into a furious roar, her dragon might surging: "Good, good, good! I never thought that such an old codger could actually emerge from this remote corner of Moonshine City!"

A sinister smile crept across his lips. "However, Leng Qingqiu, do you think you can withstand me with your level 92 soul power and a mere sixth-grade martial soul?"

Leng Qingqiu drew her cloud-mist longsword in an extremely subtle arc, the tip of the sword pointing at Yan Wushuang.

These few words, spoken with a casual and understated tone, are clearer than any declaration: "Try it, and you'll know."

His presence is like a pillar of stability.

The point of his sword was the inviolable will of this place.

No announcement was needed; the movement of clouds and the clang of swords had already revealed everything.

A storm is brewing!

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The changes in the heavens are like a ladle of boiling oil thrown into a raging fire!
The deathly silence on the ground battlefield lasted only a moment—

"It's Old Master Leng?!"

"Old Master Leng! Old Master Leng has arrived!"

"A Titled Douluo! The old man has actually become a Titled Douluo!"

"Thank God! A Title Douluo! We're saved!"

The cries of ecstasy spread like wildfire, instantly overwhelming the despair.

However, after the brief cheers, the pressures of reality resurfaced.

"But... Yan Wushuang is a veteran Title Douluo, and has been famous for a long time..."

"Grandpa... can you manage?"

"It can definitely be done! With Your Majesty here, you must be confident!"

Amidst the clamor, there was a mixture of deep concern and faint hope.

Amidst the chaos, a calm voice pierced the clamor, carrying an undeniable decisiveness—it was City Lord Xue Chufan: "Gentlemen! The Crimson Evil Soul Master has not yet been subdued!"

"This is not the time to look up at the sky!"

"Exterminate those demon bastards below with all your might!"

"If we eliminate all the evil spirit masters, the overall situation will be settled!"

"Only by eliminating evil spirits can Your Majesty's focus be kept clear!"

These words instantly awakened everyone.

Yes, they can't participate in the battles in the sky, but they can still strive for victory on the battlefield beneath their feet.

Every second of delay could affect the mind of those two supreme beings high in the sky!
Hope was rekindled, and the will to fight rose once more.

The Soul Masters of Moonshine City gritted their teeth, abruptly turning from their gazing at the sky to refocus on the Crimson Cultists before them, who were equally shocked by the arrival of the title and whose minds were wavering.

The butcher's knife was once again swung towards the enemy it could actually reach.

(End of this chapter)