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

Chapter 1628 Yan Wushuang is scared away

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high altitude.

Just now, Yan Wushuang's body, as black as an abyss, was a demonic dragon with a violent power that surged like black lava beneath its scales. Each claw strike was accompanied by a roar that tore through space, and the demonic flames were overwhelming.

His dragon attributes are Dark, Destruction, Fire (Demonic Flame), and Dragon.

Speaking of which, the Yan family's demonic dragon is quite interesting.

The attributes of an awakened dragon are not complete; besides the dark and dragon attributes, other attributes are... random.

Of course, they are all negative attributes, and they are generally fixed, including Devouring, Death, Destruction, Netherworld, Chill, Demonic Flame, and Shadow.

Their lineage is somewhat similar to that of the Long family, with the dragon soul as the main element.

In fact, they have a long history together.

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Opposite Leng Qingqiu, the long sword condensed from the clouds of the heavens seemed to carry the weight of mountains and rivers and the ethereal beauty of the boundless starry sky.

The sword rose, appearing like a fleeting glimpse of a startled swan, then vanished into the boundless sea of ​​clouds, leaving no trace.

The sword fell like a dragon's tail, creating ripples in space that sealed off all directions.

Every devastating impact from Yan Wushuang was deflected or parried by the seemingly nimble cloud sword, or forcibly blocked by the suddenly distorted and contracted space.

Leng Qingqiu's figure blended into the clouds and mist, making it difficult to discern her true form!
"Damn this space! And this star-like, shitty soul power!"

Yan Wushuang cursed inwardly, her dragon eyes surging with malevolence.

This old fellow has been immersed in sword intent for many years, and his (Mountain and River) sword intent is close to perfection. After all, Leng Qingqiu is more than twenty years older than him.

Its white-robed sword spirit title, which is at the peak of the seventh rank and close to the eighth rank, is exceptionally powerful.

This was still within his understanding; after all, all titled martial souls were top-tier, which was a rule.

But this old thing's third attribute is actually "space"!
The power and difficulty of space are well known.

That was bad enough, but what alarmed him even more was that deep within Leng Qingqiu's flowing soul power, there was a trace of extremely pure star-condensed aura.

This versatile power of the stars (he naturally didn't know it was the Big Dipper Technique from the Nine Yin Manual) blended seamlessly with Leng Qingqiu's own cloud and metal elemental soul power, amplifying its power significantly.

His soul power of level 94 was clearly two levels higher than his opponent's!

His Dragon Flame was domineering and overwhelming, crushing any single attribute of Leng Qingqiu.

But when spatial teleportation, star enhancement, and the sword intent of mountains and rivers are combined...

Yan Wushuang sadly discovered that she could not gain an overwhelming advantage in a short period of time.

It will take at least an hour or two to defeat this slippery old mudfish.

By then, the daylilies will be too cold.

He clearly sensed the moment when Miao Anxiu's aura was completely erased on the ground battlefield!

The Crimson Legion's numerical disadvantage below is becoming increasingly apparent...

"We can't just keep wasting our time with this old mudfish!"

Yan Wushuang's resolute decision was not out of cowardice, but rather out of the duty of a commander.

The flesh of Moonshine City is already hard to chew.

We can't let the Dragon Legion's other arm be severed here!
The shouts of retreat were thus uttered.

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Yan Wushuang's mood was extremely bad.

The raging demonic flames within the dragon's body could not dispel the pent-up anger.

A medicinal herb market in a county town.

The intelligence painted such a tempting picture—a weak link in the Chen family's core chain, its defenses far inferior to those of the main city and important towns, like a tender but loosely guarded piece of meat. But... hidden within that piece of meat was a cold, hard thorn in his side, capable of shattering his fangs!

The dragon's claws tore through the surging cloud of sword energy, yet a cold, analytical gaze flickered deep within its dragon eyes.

Careless.

What merit or ability does a county town possess to support such a significant medicinal herb hub for the Chen family?

Now it seems the answer was already right before our eyes.

The Leng family, two generations, Leng Qingqiu and his son... how could they be just ordinary powerful families sitting in the county town?
That terrifying sword intent, steeped in the passage of time and etched into the very bones of the land, yet infused with the cunning power of spatial teleportation, along with the elusive yet potent stellar aura deep within the soul's power that amplifies the attack's power out of thin air...

This old guy doesn't look like someone who's only recently been granted a title.
It's clearly the result of years of hard work and patient preparation!

His cultivation is solid and his realm is perfect. Level 92? That's probably just an illusion!

The Chen family's decision to entrust their vital lifeline to Yuehui was by no means arbitrary.

Is it bait? Or a pre-planted piece?
This thought, like a venomous snake gnawing at her heart, made Yan Wushuang even more agitated.

He couldn't help but recall the meticulously planned but ultimately futile surprise attack on the Chen family mansion in Tiandou City not long ago...

The same seemingly safe objective resulted in the loss of his nephew and numerous elite soul masters, leaving him humiliated and disgraced...

A chill ran down the dragon's spine, sending a shiver through me.

The Long family! Shanhai City!

His thoughts suddenly jumped.

What was the Chen family after in choosing Moonbeam over the neighboring Mountain and Sea City?
The source of their absolute confidence in this city... is none other than the unassuming Leng Qingqiu!

That old scoundrel is practically the stabilizing force that the Chen family planted here!

Leng Qingqiu's cloud sword, swirling with spatial ripples, once again pierced the demonic dragon's vital area beneath its belly like a swimming dragon.

Yan Wushuang angrily swung her claws to block the tricky attack. The molten demonic flames and the power of spatial distortion violently annihilated each other, producing a sizzling sound that made one's teeth ache.

His massive dragon body twisted effortlessly, subtly surveying the deep blue sky around him—a purely subconscious vigilance, as if worried that unknown fangs might lurk in the deeper darkness.

(Fortunately, news of the deaths of Luo Derun, Luo Ping and his nephew, and Yuwen Changtai had not yet arrived at this moment; otherwise, this shock and suspicion would probably have turned into a bone-chilling cold.)

Engaging in prolonged combat is futile.

Upon realizing this, the commander's ruthlessness instantly overwhelmed the humiliation and anger of being outmaneuvered.

"Old man!" A deep roar filled with resentment and ferocity tore through the sky.

Yan Wushuang's dragon claw, covered in dark demonic scales, suddenly condensed. A ball of black demonic core, compressed to its limit, throbbed like a heart, carrying the energy to destroy mountains and shatter peaks. Instead of attacking itself, it slammed into the churning sea of ​​clouds beside Leng Qingqiu with a resolute attitude of mutual destruction—the direction where most of the dilapidated inner city of Moonshine City was located.

Attack the enemy and save them!

boom--! ! ! !

The devastating shockwave of demonic flames suddenly expanded and exploded.

Space was violently distorted, the sea of ​​clouds was instantly torn open with huge holes, and the buildings on the ground were crushed layer by layer by the violent shock wave like building blocks.

This is a classic case of "besieging Wei to rescue Zhao"!

Force Leng Qingqiu to return to defense!

Just as Leng Qingqiu's white-clad figure was drawn by the explosion, and her power inevitably faltered slightly—

Yan Wushuang's enormous dragon shadow showed no sign of lingering.

Black flames rolled!

The dragon's body transformed into a streak of light that tore through the sky, and without any hesitation, it shot away in a direction far from the moonlight.

Its speed far exceeded that of the previous entanglement!
The delayed task... can be considered as a favor to those assassins under my command.

The evacuation signal has been given; how many they can escape depends on their individual fates.

The duties of the commander-in-chief have been fulfilled.

The local Contra warriors pursuing below felt the pressure on their heads ease, and when they looked up again, the sky-covering, sun-obscuring dragon had already vanished into the distant haze.

(End of this chapter)