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

Chapter 1633 Battle of the Chen Family Ancestral Land
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Leng Qingqiu's insight into the current situation was ultimately a step too late.

Moonlit City West.

The mountain's shape resembles an angry dragon raising its head, with sheer cliffs hundreds of feet high on both sides and a solitary peak rising abruptly behind it.

Only a huge rock platform, half a mile in circumference, was carved out on the mountainside, upon which stood a castle built of black rock. Moss grew over time in the cracks between the bricks and stones, and beneath the moss lay countless claw marks and sharp weapon slash marks of varying depths and crisscrossing patterns.

The area below the mountain should have been a picturesque scene—farmhouses with smoke rising from their chimneys, meadows dotted with stars, and lakes reflecting the lush forests.

However, at this moment, this tranquility has already been shattered.

Dark blue plumes of smoke billowed from the castle's towers and crenellations, licking the gray sky.

The smell of burnt and bloody odors weighed heavily down, replacing the fresh fragrance of grass and trees in the mountains.

Beside the ruins of the western corner tower of the castle.

Chen Hanxin leaned on her sword, her icy blue outfit now stained with large patches of dark brown and bright red.

Deep and shallow claw marks and bruises from impacts spread from his shoulders and arms to his waist. Even the slightest breath was accompanied by tearing pain, and beads of sweat mixed with blood rolled down his forehead.

She slightly raised her head, her eyes, as cold as stars, fixed on the two enemies dozens of meters away who were pressing down on her like mountains.

Slaughtering Deer Soul Douluo Miao Chenfeng grinned, revealing a strange laugh that mixed bloody praise with icy killing intent: "Chen Hanxin? I've long heard that she's the youngest member of the Chen family in this generation."

"Hey, you live up to your reputation... you've already reached level 87!"

His armor was tattered, with a deep, bone-revealing sword wound running diagonally across it, clearly indicating that he had paid a price.

Beside him, Yan Banqing, the Soul Devouring Nether Dragon Soul Douluo (a member of a collateral branch of the Yan family), twisted his neck, making a cracking sound from his joints, and dark green soul flames flickered faintly in his vertical pupils.

"What a waste of such talent!" The voice was hoarse, like sand being ground together. "Today, I will make sure the Chen family loses another branch!"

Several sharp sword marks crisscrossed his bare arms, the edges of which were congealed with cold, dark flames, preventing them from healing.

The words were crushed in the dust and debris kicked up by the charge.

The two towering figures, once again carrying a violent, bloody aura and condensed, deathly soul power, lunged fiercely at Chen Hanxin.

The ground trembled slightly, and cracks spread.

The gaze passed over the life-or-death struggle, sweeping over the charred wood and broken blades scattered in the castle square.

Hundreds of meters away, at the top of a stone tower that had collapsed on one side.

Mo Qiyuan's figure was like a wisp of drifting black smoke, or a hunter stripped from the darkness itself. He moved with strange and swift steps, and in his hand was a long sword (Shadow Martial Soul) that seemed to be forged from the night.

Every thrust and slash precisely targeted the vulnerable joints of the Demon Wolf Lion Soul Douluo, Lao Nianzhao, in his violent attacks.

Lao Nianniang had now transformed into a ferocious wolf-lion demon. Driven by his level 84 soul power, his whole body was steaming with sulfurous flames. However, when his heavy claws swung down and his sharp teeth tore, it was as if he had hit a slippery shadow barrier. He was covered in scorching heat but could not hurt his core.

Mo Qiyuan's shoulder was a mess, marked by burns from the burning flames on the wolf fur, and his breathing was uneven.

Lao Nianzhao's roar caused rubble to fall from the tower.

Why were the main forces of the Demon Dragon Legion that raided Moonshine Medicine Market mostly low-level Soul Douluos? It turns out that their more elite forces were concentrated here.

Their scheme was to strangle the Chen family's lifeline hidden in their ancestral land.

It has to be said that the Crimson Church and the Dragon Legion are truly ruthless.

This is a two-pronged attack, targeting both Moonbeam Supermarket and the Chen family's ancestral land on the same day. If it weren't for the Chen family, they probably would have succeeded.

Fortunately, it was an overconfident split of forces; otherwise, if they had combined into one force, both sides would have been in serious trouble.

The siege of the mountain fortress had lasted for nearly twenty minutes, each breath stretched out by the smoke and howls.

On and off the platform, in the corner towers, crenellations, steps, and inner courtyard, every inch of stone brick is stained with blood.

The guardians of the Chen family were like eroded dikes, retreating step by step under the overwhelming onslaught of the demonic dragon legion.

The fact that they've managed to hold on until now is proof of their strength.

The Soul Masters stationed in the ancestral land are no ordinary people.

Besides the many high-ranking martial spirit family members who have followed the Chen family for generations, there is also the mysterious force that the Chen family has painstakingly cultivated—the Chen Shadow Guards.

The Chen family has always adopted orphans with the potential to become Soul Masters, and carefully nurtured them at the secret training center in Wushan County (not their ancestral Chenlin Village) and this ancestral land, which became the silent and extensive foundation of the Chen family.

High-grade martial souls are rare, but with the accumulation of quantity, they can still grow from grains of sand into a tower.

The Dust Shadow Guard is divided into two branches:
One is Dark Feather, a code name as thin as wings, representing eyes and ears that have seeped into every corner of the Soul Master world and even into the streets and alleys, and the killings in the dark of night.

One is Xuanlin, as its name suggests, with black scales and sharp blades, specializing in protection and attacking strongholds.

Three generations of blood and sweat, every inch of merit.

Over the past century, the elite members of the Xuanlin or Anyu clans who have made great contributions, along with their families, have been officially granted family names and clan surnames by the Chen family (if none), and have been included in the register of followers.

Most of the twenty-six high-grade martial spirit families in Chenlin Village originated from this.

It is precisely because of this rigorous selection and severe losses that the followers' families have never been large; otherwise, Chenlin Village would have more than five or six hundred people.

At this moment, it was these followers and the Xuanlin Guards, who were fighting with all their might, who built a crumbling defensive line with their flesh and blood and soul power.

More than two hundred Chen family guards confronted nearly three hundred fierce evil soul masters of the Demon Dragon Legion!
On the blood-soaked slope, a burly man clad in heavy armor of black scales braced himself against the gap, roaring as he slammed down the evil spirit masters who were charging up.

Several pieces of his black scale armor were shattered, and blood seeped from the gaps. Behind him were narrow stone steps leading to the key passage to the inner fortress.

He can't retreat!

Behind him were his family members, who were three generations of Shadow Guards!
Behind the crenellations of the corner tower, a cold, silent crossbow bolt emerged from a hidden arrow hole, precisely killing a Crimson Scorpion Soul Master who was attempting to melt the fortress wall with his Soul Skill.

This is the power of Dark Feather, like a poisonous stinger lurking in the shadows of the battlefield, silently diminishing the sharpness of the enemy's offensive.

Mo Qiyuan's figure appeared and disappeared intermittently under the frenzied attacks of Lao Nianzhao's demonic wolf-lion.

The burns on his shoulder emitted a charred smell as the wolf flames licked at them, and the shadow sword in his hand swung with increasing heaviness.

The opponent's level 84 soul power, carrying the oppressive aura of sulfurous death energy, was gradually encroaching on the space around him.

From the direction of Chen Hanxin in the distance, came the intense roar of a fierce battle of soul skills. Under the siege of Miao Chenfeng and Yan Banqing, her aura was like a candle in the wind.

Time flowed slowly amidst the anxiety and bloodshed.

Each crushed stone slab bears the name of a member of the Xuanlin Guard or a family of followers.

The ancestral stone steps, untouched by outsiders for three hundred years, are now being repeatedly soaked with the blood of both the enemy and ourselves.

Beneath the moss, the old, ferocious claw and sword marks are now covered with fresh, hot blood.

The mountain wind howled, carrying smoke and mist from the lake below the city, but it could not dispel the thick, unyielding stench of blood, the charred remains of exploding soul power, and... heavy breathing on the platform.

The tide of battle was turning in the direction of the fortress's collapse, emitting a piercing, ominous groan.

Miao Chenfeng's savage claws tore through the air, approaching Chen Hanxin's throat: "Let's see... whose people die first!"

(End of this chapter)