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

Chapter 1667 Azure-Gold, the Fourth... Martial Soul?
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And while the Heavenly Battle frontline was forcibly pushed back to its starting point by the tide of annihilation—

A flash of cold star unexpectedly shattered the speed of the Flowing Wind clone!
It's a sword!

Xiao Yi's left hand was held with fingers together like a halberd, and a cold star suddenly appeared on the index finger—the Shao Han Sword!

Before the sword tip even arrived, the chilling sword energy pierced straight into the soul, causing the trajectory of the clone to freeze for a moment.

The clone, Liu Feng, instinctively dodged to the side, but a dark shadow, as cold as a venomous snake, had already grazed past his waist.

The Shaoming Sword is unpredictable and its chill penetrates to the bone. Just as the clone was slowed down by the cold, the third ray of light flashed at the tip of the little finger.

The Shao Yin Sword moved silently and swiftly, leaving only a faint trace.

The cold blade grazed the clone's cheek, and although it didn't completely strike a vital spot, the chill caused the energy clone to dim considerably in an instant.

Xiao Yi remained motionless, with only three jade fingers suspended in the air. A chilling aura surrounded her fingers, making them appear like three miniature, cold stars piercing the sky.

The Flowing Wind clone recoiled in pain, flying back dozens of meters, circling around Xiao Yi and flying rapidly, trying to find an opening to counterattack.

Extremely fast.

Her lips, hidden beneath the purple veil, parted slightly, uttering two words: "Noisy."

The sound wasn't loud, but it precisely pierced the white shadow fluttering in the air.

Just as the Flowing Wind clone spun around to avoid several slender, silk-like vine shadows below—those branches that quietly extended up from the ground, thin, long, and fast like cracks in space itself, silently cutting through the air.

The clone's trajectory changed again, its form shifting abruptly to the side like a bird with a broken wing.

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More deadly threads shot out from behind and to the sides like lightning, like a group of silent vipers simultaneously baring their fangs.

Several faint whooshing sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

The rapidly spinning figure of the Flowing Wind clone suddenly froze in mid-air.

Several cracks, pierced by invisible blades, silently spread from its chest and abdomen.

boom!
With a soft sound, like a bubble bursting.

The figure disintegrated into countless cool water droplets and chaotic remnants of spiritual energy.

Only then did all eyes follow the drooping, gathering, deadly threads to their source—

It's not a newly grown vine.

Instead, it was a giant shadow that had already broken through the earth and stood silently!

It seemed to be rising higher and higher, but just now everyone's mind was gripped by the sharp lines that strangled the clone.

A giant vine with an unusual and ancient shape, its body resembling cast bronze, gleaming with a mottled blue-gold light, its branches rugged and vigorous, yet exuding a sharp, sword-like quality.

Dozens of uniquely shaped vines hang down from the main trunk—they are not soft branches, but rather resemble elongated, unsheathed swords.

The sword-like spine protrudes like the ridges of a dragon's spine, and the leaf buds are narrow and diamond-shaped, tightly attached, with edges as thin as cicada wings, shimmering with a metallic cold light.

Each "leaf" resembles a finely forged miniature willow leaf-shaped dagger.

At this moment, the spine of the vine whip sword, covered with countless tiny willow-leaf blades, quickly rose.

Its sharp tip, like a spear, locked onto something much higher up—the body of Xue Shiming, suspended in mid-air, gathering immense radiance.

The sword and willow were silent, yet the killing intent surged like a tide.

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The gilded fan in Ji Bingyan's hand fell with a "thud" onto the gold-threaded carpet.

Her mouth hung open, her voice choked with disbelief: "The fourth... Martial Soul?"

Bo Huaiyu, standing next to him, rolled her eyes: "Don't ask me... I can't explain it."

The words faded into the deathly silence.

...The stands, which held 120,000 people, fell into a vast and terrifying silence.

All the noise, exclamations, and discussions were forcibly swallowed back down the moment that giant lapis lazuli shadow appeared.

The enormous circular space was swallowed up by an invisible vacuum, leaving only countless wide-open, dazed eyes.

The Three Lives Martial Souls were already incomprehensible, but this fourth vine... the very existence of this vine was a heavy hammer, shattering the cornerstone of the ten-thousand-year-old Martial Soul system's understanding!

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Inside the VIP room of Honor, Zhixing's five fingers, which were clenched and turned white, were resting on the cold windowsill.

A barely suppressed tremor emanated from deep within my arm bone; it wasn't fear, but something sharper, stemming from my advanced education, cracking within me.

"Sword...Sword Willow Vine?" His throat bobbed, and he squeezed out a broken, breathy sound, "Another...King?!"

The last word of the questioning took on a sharp, distorted tone, carrying a disbelief etched into one's very bones: "Impossible!"

Within his field of vision, the intertwined blue and gold vines pierced his barrier of perception like poisonous thorns.

Meteor Vine? That's an already rare and incredibly powerful martial spirit, and it's a legend that has left its mark on ancient scrolls.

The Vine of Life? The attribute of life is rare after all, and it can be traced back to an ancient origin.

Life and destruction, opposing twin martial souls, are easy for people to accept.

Their placement on the royal platform can be seen as a destiny or arrangement of rare and precious things.

Azure Vine? That's the martial spirit imprinted in his Zhi family bloodline! Not to mention a king, even an emperor, he would only raise his neck and roar, saying—Azure Vine shall rise!
But what about this sword willow vine?
What is this?!

Even if a seventh-grade soul beast is the source of a martial soul, it can only be a seventh-grade soul beast at best!

But at this moment, the Sword Willow Vine appeared as a King-level Martial Soul, and he broke through its defenses.

What makes it so special?! What makes it so special that it can rise from the ground and stand shoulder to shoulder with those few plants that proudly stand atop the highest peaks of vegetation?!

Generally speaking, a martial spirit is like a seed—when it first appears, its grade is always slightly lower than that of the same type of spirit beast that roams freely in the mountains and forests.

After being tempered by the soul rings, nourished by the essence and fortune of generations of soul masters, they are forged into steel and ascend to a position equal to that of a soul beast.

There is a very rare, almost imperceptible chance to break through the shackles of bloodline and advance to a higher rank.

This path is a long and arduous road paved with blood, fire, and thorns for advancement.

Of course, if you have the right opportunity, it will be faster and more efficient.

But the path of sword willow vines... was destined to be short, narrow, and barren from the very beginning.

It is separated from that ethereal throne by a distance of 108,000 miles.

It's an insurmountable barrier! It's a chasm!
It's the despairing contrast between ordinary grass and the ladder to heaven!
Now, this disparity... is right before his eyes...

By an unnamed wild vine...

We made it!

Meanwhile, Bai Canhong's face turned ashen, his fingers digging fiercely into his palms: "How...how can one person have four martial souls?! This isn't...this isn't..."

He couldn't find the words, only able to let out a muffled "ho ho."

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Han Yiyu leaned back abruptly into the cold chair, rubbing her aching temples. "I... have nothing more to say. I should really drag that vixen Jingxue over and question her... My poor Ruoxi..."

Xuan Qingya's pupils flickered, her expression turning cold as she gazed at the azure-gold, a slight smile playing on her lips: "You chose it for her, so you blame her? Xiao Yi, you truly are a person whose fate is unpredictable."

If we're talking about their third martial soul, they've all lost their composure at some point.

But when the fourth lapis lazuli canopy tore through the clouds—they fell silent, and these titled lords returned to a certain normalcy.

The giant vines still towered high, but no longer seemed absurd or dreamlike; instead, they carried a sense of cold, hard oppression that was in accordance with a certain "reason."

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The vine whip hangs high, its sword-like leaves pointing straight to the blazing white light in mid-air.

(End of this chapter)