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

Chapter 1652 Their Deaths 2
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That night.

In the central courtyard, the core area, illuminated by the radiance of soul skills, was both as bright as day and utterly chaotic.

In one corner, a slender figure was playing the Nine Phoenixes Come to Court flute with great effort.

Ji Shuran, the captain of the security team at Chang'an Academy, had his uniform, which represented Chang'an, torn in several places and stained with blood.

Several teachers and guards from Chang'an Academy, who were also covered in blood, formed a defensive circle around him to fight against several men in black who were ferociously flanking him from the side.

Ji Shuran's flute playing was rapid and high-pitched.
His flute playing had never been so urgent and shrill. Streams of sound blades mixed with phoenix phantoms poured out like a desperate shockwave, barely managing to contain the storm-like onslaught of the three black-clad Soul Saints.

"Wow—!"

The sixth spirit ring shone brightly!

Five enormous phoenixes circled and solidified, then swooped down, their sharp icy claws clawing straight down!

boom!
The burst of white mist instantly spread out, temporarily halting the enemy's advance.

"Captain Ji!" a guard shouted in surprise.

But there was no sign of relief on his face.

The price of overusing his soul power was the crimson stains on his lips. He could clearly feel the soul power seed burning like a piece of charcoal, overloaded.

The moment after forcibly activating the ultimate move, everything froze—

at this time.

A figure, moving with ghostly speed, suddenly broke through the barrier of the icy mist, and, taking advantage of the pervasive moisture and ice shards, silently appeared on the roof above Ji Shuran.

The timing was too tricky!
It was a slender sword, gleaming with a ghostly blue light and coated with deadly poison. Silent and stealthy, yet carrying a chillingly deadly aura, it pierced Ji Shuhou's heart with unparalleled precision.

"Teacher Ji, watch out!!"

Another Soul Emperor teacher from Chang'an Academy, his eyes bloodshot with rage, disregarded his own vulnerability and attempted to leap to his rescue.

Ji Shuran felt the chilling killing intent and hastily twisted his body, holding the Nine Phoenixes Flute horizontally in front of his chest.

laugh--

A piercing screeching sound filled the air.

The xiao's body flashed with emerald light, barely blocking the attack from the poisoned sword tip, but a soft yet immense force slammed into Ji Shuran's chest through the xiao's body.

"Well!!!"

Ji Shuran was struck as if by a heavy hammer, his body trembled violently, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and his body flew backward uncontrollably.

The man in black who made the move—an ice-type Soul Douluo—revealed a sinister, smug smile: "Chang'an Academy? Nothing special!"

In the direction Ji Shuran flew backward, several sharp stone spikes were silently breaking through the soil.

That was another ground-type Soul Saint lying in ambush on the side, launching a deadly trap in coordination.

He hovered for a moment, like an ice-blue butterfly pinned to a specimen rack, warm blood gushing out and dripping down the cold tips of the spikes.

The flute that once played the clear, melodious cry of a phoenix flew out of his hand, rolling into the dust, stained with mud and blood.

Ji Shuran's eyes held a final moment of anxiety and worry, as if she wanted to look in the direction of her teammates, but that concern ultimately froze in her dilated pupils and vanished into silence.

…………

On the other side of the courtyard, where fierce fighting was taking place.

Chaos reigned in the center of the battlefield.

Yan Chengyi's Wind Shadow Martial Soul, swift as a ghost, should have been a cleaner on the battlefield, with wind blades flicked from his ten fingers always accurately killing enemies who broke into his defensive perimeter.

But at this moment, Yan Chengyi's eyes were fixed on the side front.

Feng Min, a member of the guard team, was slightly slowed down due to the continuous use of her soul skills to resist the Soul Saint. A chain spear, wreathed in black light and moving as fast as a venomous snake, was grinning as it thrust towards the back of her neck.

The spear's owner was a ghostly, elusive agility-based Soul Saint with a cruel smile on his face.

"Xiaomin!!"

Yan Chengyi let out a fierce roar that pierced the air, his fifth soul ring shining brightly.

He transformed into a blurry, sharp cone of wind, his speed instantly soaring to its limit. Completely disregarding any possible attacks from behind, he recklessly lunged towards the spear aimed at Feng Min.

The high-frequency wind blades, compressed to their maximum, tore through the air and struck with unparalleled precision at the weakest point where the spearhead of the chain spear connected to the chain.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the trajectory of the spear tip was abruptly deflected, and the fatal blow pierced through Feng Min's left arm with a "thud".

"Ugh!" Feng Min roared in pain as she was thrown forward by the immense force.

However, Yan Chengyi's reckless leap to rescue her exposed his back completely to the chilling killing intent of the battlefield.

Almost at the same instant Yan Chengyi saved Feng Min, a figure exuding a thick aura of decay and death suddenly appeared less than three feet behind Yan Chengyi.

Its speed surpasses even Yan Chengyi's maximum speed.

A Netherworld Claw Soul Douluo dressed in a black robe, with hands covered in dark green bone-like claws, exuding an aura of eight rings.

He was a top hunter specializing in eliminating the elite agility-based soul masters of the Chen family.

The ghostly claw, shrouded in a terrifying aura of death, emitted a chilling, dark green light that sent shivers down one's spine. It silently pressed against Yan Chengyi's unsuspecting back, its timing precise to the millimeter.

"Master!" A heart-wrenching scream came from Feng Min as she turned around amidst the chaos.

The withered claws wreathed in ghostly flames pierced through Yan Chengyi's hastily assembled, thin as a cicada's wing wind shield without any hindrance.

"puff--!"

The withered claws slammed into Yan Chengyi's back, eliciting a short, suppressed groan.

Yan Chengyi's body suddenly stiffened, his eyes widened, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, the color of which was deathly.

The glint in his eyes was like a extinguished spark, instantly covered by endless deathly silence and desolation. His once-proud speed was as fragile as paper in the face of an absolute power gap and a deadly sneak attack.

He fell straight to the ground like a piece of rotten wood whose life and strength had been instantly drained, his body crashing heavily into a pool of blood not far from Feng Min.

His slightly turned cheek was covered in dust and blood, and his dilated pupils seemed to still hold the anxious concern he felt for Feng Min before he collapsed.

The wind stopped, and only a biting chill seemed to remain on the battlefield.

…………

At a crumbling defensive position near an artificial hill.

This is the last door leading to the inner quarters of the Chen family mansion.

Many of the low- to mid-level Soul Masters of the Chen family took refuge and healed against the artificial hill and the entrance to the pavilion behind it.

At this moment, they were caught in the crossfire of the fierce battle ahead and stared ahead in terror.

The Soul Saint Jian Hesong of the Ink Crystal Bottle, this middle-aged handsome man, now had bloodshot eyes and looked like a mad tiger.

He was not fighting alone; he had seven or eight mid-to-low-level Soul Masters (mainly five-ring and four-ring) supporting him with their Soul Skills, using vines to entangle him, fireballs to attack, and ice walls to block his advance, but their efforts were limited.

The enemy's attacks grew stronger with each wave!
Jian Hesong's ink crystal bottle hovered in front of him, its mouth spewing out a turbid, viscous, yet exceptionally tough defensive aura, firmly withstanding the combined fierce attack of the three powerful enemy figures directly in front of him.

The two people in front were Soul Saints. One was holding a heavy black steel shield and was directly confronting the halo of the Ink Crystal Bottle. The other was constantly throwing out highly poisonous sand, which corroded the edge of the halo.

The most terrifying one was the man in the middle—a powerful attack-type Soul Douluo with bulging muscles and wielding a dark gold battle axe.

With each swing of his axe, he brought a force as powerful as splitting mountains and shattering rocks, causing the light in the dark crystal bottle to flicker violently and cracks to spread across its halo.

"Old Jian! I can't hold on any longer!" A Soul Emperor from the Chen family, clutching his severed arm, roared at the entrance.

(End of this chapter)