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

Chapter 1649 Clash of Super Bosses
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High platform and jade seat.

The Ghost King sat upright.

He had no radiance around him, but all light rays were slightly bent when they passed near his body.

He spoke, his voice not loud, but like a millstone grinding over a rough bluestone slab, carving indentations in the solidified space: "Chen Hong, your little girl is nailing me to the pillar of shame."

Chen Hong felt a dull ache in his teeth.

The man before us has lived to be 150 years old and has a long-standing feud with his master, Zhang Xiaofan.

He could only force a polite smile and lower his voice: "Senior Ghost King, you flatter me... This was really an unexpected event. Xiao Yi was the only one in the team who could fight... It was just a coincidence."

The Ghost King slightly raised his eyelids, his deep, abyss-like gaze sweeping across Chen Hong's face. His gaze was devoid of joy or anger: "I have always acted based solely on results. Now that I have fallen, I accept my fate."

His words were calm and even, without any anger or outburst.

Those around him, such as Yu Yongyuan and Long Jing'an, who held titles, exchanged glances and made more subtle movements, such as serving tea and adjusting their clothes.

Accepting fate? That's what they say, but those who have reached this level all know in their hearts—it's true that the schedule was arranged by the officials, and the original intention was to let the strong team Wujian crush the "soft persimmon" Chang'an. Who would have thought that this would happen? One crushing seven! Ghost King has lost face way too badly.

Prince Xue Jiqing still wore a warm smile, gentle and kind.

Only his right index finger, resting on the carved armrest, tapped the hardwood with even force, revealing the pent-up frustration beneath his face.

This subtle movement revealed his inner displeasure.

It wasn't out of rage, but rather the somber feeling of someone in a high position whose authority has been challenged, a feeling of concealing their sharpness beneath a veneer of composure.

The mess made by the people handling the affairs below caused Prince Prince, who was in charge, to be subjected to a barrage of scrutinizing gazes from the high platform.

What should have been a respectable contest turned into a disgrace for the Invisible Team, and he was also placed in a precarious situation.

The officials in charge of the specific tasks must be feeling even more frustrated right now.

They didn't expect Wujian to lose. Even if Wujian lost, it should have been a loss due to a lack of teamwork. But who could have imagined that Chen Xinyi could single-handedly defeat a complete main team?

The process seemed intense, but it was nothing more than a five-minute showdown.

Xiao Yicai, the current sect leader of the Nine Heavens Sect, remained unmoved in his indigo Daoist robe and calmly said, "Nephew Chen Hong, His Majesty the Ghost King seems to have had his lungs punctured. He needs to let someone vent their anger. Just listen to him."

The Ghost King's eyes flashed like knives as he swept across Xiao Yicai's face. His Adam's apple bobbed, but he ultimately remained silent, his pale complexion growing increasingly gloomy.

Chen Hong could only manage a wry smile. Despite being ninety-nine years old and possessing a cultivation level of ninety-six, he somehow managed to project the timidity of a "junior" onto this high platform.

In terms of seniority, the Ghost King was not only a senior elder, but also possessed unfathomable cultivation, and was more than two generations older than him.

This Xiao Yicai is not only the powerful Qingyun Sect Master, but also the senior brother of his master Lu Xueqi.

Although he is not recorded in the clan's genealogy, he should still be respectfully addressed as "Senior Uncle"!
If it weren't for protecting the little girl below who was experiencing a massive uproar and was enjoying unparalleled fame, why would he sit on this high platform and listen to the cryptic and witty remarks of the audience?
Uncomfortable!

"Nephew Chen." Xiao Yicai's voice had no echo, no lingering resonance, but was as clear as if it resounded directly inside everyone's skull.

He held the teacup in his right hand, but there was a clear gap the width of a hair between the jade cup and his palm.

The steam rose from the rim of the cup, but suddenly froze and broke three inches from his cuff, turning into fine crystalline powder that fell down in a flurry.

Within a foot of him, there was nothing else to be found: "Anger is a wildfire, which burns and then goes out; the wind passes through sparse bamboo, leaving no trace."

The Ghost King's head shifted to the side very slowly, his cloudy brown eyes meeting Xiao Yicai's.

They didn't look at each other. The air between them suddenly seemed to freeze.

An absolute vacuum path spanning between the two people was formed in an instant, and then shattered in an instant.

The light on both sides of the path twisted and danced wildly like snakes, instantly elongating, tearing apart, and then restoring the two figures.

The silent collision obliterated everything, leaving only burn marks on the retina.

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Zuo Tinggang and Tong Yangyuan, the Censor-in-Chief of the Censorate, exchanged glances for a fleeting moment in mid-air.

A faint look of relief appeared in both of their eyes—these super big shots didn't need their company.

The royal family also caters to different social classes; whatever the status of the guests, that's the level of accompaniment they receive.

Normally, only two princes from the royal branch, Zuo Tinggang or Tong Yangyuan, would accompany him, along with one or two retainers such as Ge Laitai, Qinghuang Jianjun, and Ji Hongming.

To be honest, the Heavenly Dou royal family did not expect the Ghost King to come to Heavenly Dou this time.

Xiao Yicai hasn't made a move in decades, so the Super Douluo Ranking will have to add another member.

Prince Xue Jiqing remained calm, his eyes fixed on his nose, seemingly oblivious to the world around him, as if the invisible collision had never occurred.

"Regarding the traces of the 'Gloomy Armor' after it was damaged..." His voice rang out unhurriedly, stating things in a straightforward manner, without any hint of inquiry, more like stating a known fact.

"The Northwest is a frequent site of beast tides," Mo Tiancheng of the Body Sect seamlessly continued, "There have been several recent sightings, suspected to be related to remnants of the Sand Mother Cult..."

He didn't say it explicitly, but his gaze briefly and almost imperceptibly swept over Xue Jiqing and the Ghost King.

Xue Jiqing's five fingers, which were resting on the armrest, were slightly tucked in.

The Shamu religion has always been a thorny problem, involving the interests of some nobles in the northwest.

The Ghost King remained silent as ever, as if it were none of his business.

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Prince Xue Jiqing then raised another topic, "News has come from the Eastern Territory that there are abnormal soul power fluctuations in several black market strongholds."

"The Three Affairs Bureau has dispatched additional personnel to trace the source."

Xiao Yicai did not look up, but let out a short, indistinct breath, somewhere between a hum and a sigh, like a long-sealed door hinge turning.

This barely audible response caused a glint of light to flash in Prince Xue Jiqing's eyes, which was instantly replaced by gentle warmth.

The message's direction was tacitly approved by the sect leader, making it far more valuable than the countless secret reports from the Three Affairs Bureau.

At this time, Yu Yongyuan, Long Jing'an and others also talked about the news and anomalies in the Eastern Territory (the Middle East and the coast of the East China Sea).

This was followed by a brief exchange of information regarding escalating border tensions among several small border states in the Three Rivers region, and an assessment of the entrance to a newly discovered ancient site.

The topic is like a blade slicing across ice; the transition may seem smooth, but the cut is deep and cold.

There were no arguments, no questioning, only statements and very brief silences as feedback.

The topic continues...

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Note: Considering their ages, Ghost King and Xiao Yicai's strength should be roughly equal.

(End of this chapter)