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

Chapter 1646 You deserve to die!
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Dust and smoke mixed with broken vines and withered leaves slowly fell.

Tuoba Xiong slowly stood up, supported by his charred bronze arm armor. The shattered bone armor and new flesh intertwined on his chest.

He glanced at the unconscious witch on the ground, then at the frozen Li Sha, and finally fixed his gaze on the blurry figure in blue robes amidst the smoke and dust.

A hoarse voice, filled with the metallic sound of blood splattering against his throat: "Chen Xinyi...you are indeed very strong...but to crush us...it won't be that easy."

"The true essence of the Infernal Passion: To live through death!"

He suddenly bent his index finger, gathering a point of dark, almost tangible soul power essence at the fingertip, and fiercely thrust it into his heart.

"Secret Technique: Nine Netherworld Resurrection!"

A stagnant, deathly aura silently spread.

The flesh and bones that had burst open on his chest were instantly covered by a layer of cold, hard gray, and his entire being fell into complete silence.

But this silence lasted only a moment.

A series of sounds, like bones sliding and dislocating, emanated from beneath the skin and flesh.

Those broken and deformed parts were forcibly glued and fixed together by the cold, deathly aura.

Tuoba Xiong, who should have collapsed, forced himself to stand up straight at the cost of overexertion, his dull bronze color turning into a heavy, dark metallic texture.

"Ha, Fourth Soul Skill - Body of the Drought Demon."

His skin suddenly hardened, gleaming with a rough, cold light like a mineral vein.

His physical defenses increased dramatically, and a dense, mercury-like aura of death surged within his massive body, providing a brief boost to his strength. However, this slowed his movement, and each step he took sank deeply into the shattered stone slabs.

On the other side—the last glimmer of clarity in Li Sha's eyes was swallowed by blood.

He knelt on one knee, the blade of the Bloodthirsty Blade deeply embedded in the ground.

The blade vibrated, emitting a low hum.

"Fourth Soul Skill - Blood Burning and Soul Slaughter!"

A dark red, almost black aura erupted violently from every pore of his body.

The boiling blood energy coiled around the blade and arm, the muscles bulging and knotting under the crimson light, the veins protruding like twisted tree roots, and the speed and power suddenly soared to a terrifying level.

More notably, the "indestructible gray spots" left on his right arm by the erosion of gray energy were turning into charred ashes and drifting away under the burning blood flames that consumed his life essence—the death erosion of the Meteor Vine was temporarily suppressed.

There's a price to pay, but we can't worry about that right now.

Their eyes were filled with boiling killing intent.

Tuoba Xiong resembled an ancient bronze puppet shrouded in dark green corpse energy, while Li Sha transformed into a scarlet demon igniting its own blood.

A massive, iron-like mountain; a violent, blood-red lightning bolt.

Ignoring the deep-seated anguish of his broken body, he trampled the rubble and withered grass scattered on the ground.
They charged side by side toward the lone figure in the smoke and dust, the accompanying corpse winds and bloodlust forcing the air to groan in a tearing, mournful sound.

"The law of endless suffering changes mountains and rivers; it saves not the common people, but only the dead."

The couplet from the Wujian Hall resounded from the mouths of the four people present.

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On the high platform.

Xue Jiqing, who had been watching intently, tapped the armrest lightly with his fingertips and turned to look at the person next to him: "Ghost King, your little ones... their spirit is quite something."

The middle-aged man, known as the Ghost King, had a square, pale face and a few neatly groomed short beards, exuding an air of refinement.

His eyelids drooped slightly, his expression calm and even: "Your Highness flatters me."

"It's just that he wasn't skilled enough and was defeated in battle, but he still has a stubborn streak in his heart, fighting like a cornered beast."

His tone was calm, revealing no emotion.

However, deep within those seemingly calm eyes, a sharp glint suddenly flashed across the four figures fighting for their lives below the field.

(Without this crazy spirit of fighting to the death to tear off a piece of the enemy's flesh... one would have been chewed up and swallowed alive long ago, and how could one sit in the position of the 'true master'?)
The deafening roars of the charge and the explosions of colliding soul power from the sidelines drowned out his silent thoughts.

……

The smoke has not yet cleared.

Xiao Yi's voice pierced through the distorted light and shadow, cold and crisp like shattering ice: "You deserve to die." These four short words startled everyone in the Chang'an stands—she had spoken.

On the battlefield of fierce competition, this shadow, which always silently waved its vines, revealed for the first time the annoyance of being pricked.

The words have not yet fallen.

Her purple hair was lifted up by an invisible current and floated backwards towards the sky.

Her entire soul power solidified into a tangible form and soared into the sky.

In that instant, the soul skill of his left eye, which had never been revealed to anyone before, suddenly lit up—it was not the dazzling silver moon of his right eye.

Instead, it was a deep, silent silver-white expanse, as if it contained the wildness and desolation of the moonlit wilderness.

"Left Eye Technique - Illusionary Moon Wolf Realm!"

This was the first time she had used this soul skill against a soul master.

With a whisper, a hazy silver light silently spread out from her center.

The light was not intense, but it carried an irresistible, calm power, like a gentle tide, gradually covering the Netherworld Ghost Domain that Ye Wuhuan was trying his best to maintain.

Distorted light, eerie whispers, and burgeoning inner demons... all were covered by this grander, more desolate silver-white expanse.

The four members of Wujian—Ye Wuhuan, Yin Limei, Tuoba Xiong, and Li Sha—felt that the ground beneath their feet was becoming ethereal.

The scenery before my eyes was distorted and changing.

Upon closer inspection, I found myself in a strange and wondrous world.

Xiao Yi's figure stood atop a giant vine reaching for the sky in the distance.

The vine's verdant trunk is entwined with four bands of gold, yellow, blue, and red, shimmering with iridescent light—an evergreen vine.

A vast, breathtaking silver moon hung above the giant vine, its cold light spreading across the dreamlike landscape.

Immediately afterwards, specks of silver light gathered, condensed, and shaped on the dozens of gnarled branches of the giant vine—

Ouch——!
Dozens of giant wolves with fur like flowing mercury materialized from the branches, raising their heads and howling.

The moonlight danced on their smooth fur.

Before the howl had even faded, the wolf pack, like silver lightning, tore through the air from all directions and fiercely pounced on the four people trapped in the illusion.

The Illusory Moon Wolf Realm—confuses the mind, suppresses perception, and draws in illusions.

Even more deadly is that wherever those solidified silver wolf claws and teeth reach, the enemy's soul power is sucked in as if by an invisible vortex, flowing continuously to the figure on the giant vine at the core, nourishing it.

Xiao Yi's aura quietly stabilized and strengthened amidst the wolf pack's charge.

"Clang!" "Sizzle!" "Pfft!"

The battlefield instantly erupted into a frenzy, yet eerily silent.

Tuoba Xiong's fist, hardened like an ancient bronze corpse, slammed into the silver wolf's head, sparks flying.

The silver wolf shattered and scattered into moonlight, but a wisp of condensed soul power had been extracted.

The fierce Bloodthirsty Blade sliced ​​through a charging silver wolf, its crimson flames sizzling on the blade.

Another silver wolf silently swept past him, its claws brushing against his arm, leaving behind a stinging pain and a feeling of weakness from the loss of his soul power.

Yin Li Mei's highly venomous spider silk entangled a giant wolf, but the venom on the silk was quickly washed away and dissolved like a river of moonlight. The wolf's claws slapped at the spider web, and the shockwave caused her breathing to become disordered.

Ye Wuhuan's remaining power from the Netherworld Ghost Domain attempted to distort the light and slow down the wolf's shadow, but this stemmed from the fact that the silver wolf from the Moon Illusion Wolf Realm had a natural resistance to the Netherworld Ghost Domain.

The weakening effect is greatly reduced!

trouble.

These wolf shadows all possess the power of a Soul King. They are fearless and their claws and teeth contain the power of restraining moonlight.

He's just a little lacking in intelligence.

It should be noted that the general monthly attributes and negative attributes are only mutually restraining, or slightly restraining.

Not everyone possesses the Nine Heavens Moon Martial Soul, which is generated from the Taiyin Origin of Qingyue.

As for Xiaoyi's Yin energy, it was refined from the transformation of the Big Dipper's true energy, and its quality was inferior to the Yin energy of the Nine Heavens Moon.

(End of this chapter)