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

Chapter 1670 The Sacred Beast Honghu
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In one corner of the battlefield, pink light rain was falling silently.

Ye Zijun stood amidst the remnants of the Heavenly Battle Formation, her hands cupping her heart.

A graceful, nine-hearted crabapple tree swayed and bloomed behind her, its petals like satin, its delicate stamens containing gold, and its soft vines drooping like spring rain.

Tiny specks of pink light flowed from the flower's center, drifting precisely towards the injured team member:
It seeped into Tang Chen's trembling lungs, soothed the blockage in Ning Zhongtian's soul power, wrapped around Bai Tianrui's cracked tiger's mouth, and repaired Zhi Xuan's nearly depleted and overloaded Azure Vine essence...

The healing power of the Nine-Heart Begonia silently repaired the tattered armor.

The light spots blended into the wound, bringing warmth.

But it couldn't warm the icy shards in my heart.

Tang Chen wiped away the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth, and the image of the purple-clad figure sitting quietly on the throne at the end of his vision burned into his eyes.

The vines surged and crashed endlessly like a tidal wave, and he swung his gleaming silver Haotian Hammer to smash a patch of hideous, purplish-black meteor vines.

The pain of his tiger's mouth being shattered was nothing compared to the sharp humiliation of being looked down upon—he was Tang Chen, the tenth on the list of geniuses, the world-shaking hammer!
When did we fall to the point of being like a caged beast, left for others to look down upon?!
This same thought burned in Ning Zhongtian's chest.

The light emanating from the Holy Light Glass Tower was no longer pure; it carried a scorching, stifling quality.

Even Bai Tianrui, who was operating the furnace from the back, dug his fingertips into the cracks in the furnace wall, his knuckles turning white.

The wind was biting cold at high altitude.

Xue Shiming stood atop the illusory image of a swan, his peripheral vision glancing at the throne of vine shadows below, its purple hue as serene as an abyss.

The prince's pride was entangled and squeezed by the layers of vine shadows, eventually turning into a dark shadow in his heart.

Beneath the dome, Xue Shiming stood atop the skull of the "Holy Beast Honghu".

That creation, forged from all his soul skills, had wings that blotted out the sky—

The long tail feathers, with their flowing golden patterns, droop in the wind like a sealing chain.

The Heaven-Splitting Claw was forged from dark blue ice, its cold light chilling and menacing.

The wings, formed by the intertwining of sacred golden feathers and flowing wind, have swirling winds at the edges of each feather powerful enough to cleave space.
The purifying power of the surging holy rain merges with the gentle barrier of still water, forming its turbulent liquid body.
The power of ice transformed into frost crystal scales, covering every inch of the flowing body;

The swan clone provides a foundation of boundless soul power;
The golden light of divine blessing, like flowing blood, illuminated every line on its body...

huge!

sacred!

The oppressive force was like a tangible tsunami, sweeping across the space.

Every breath of the sacred beast stirred the tide of soul power across the entire arena, and its aura broke through to the mid-level Soul Saint.

The sharp, slender sword-like shadows collided with this enormous object, producing a deafening scraping sound.

The wings swept across, creating a storm of light blades that severed several vine whips.

The crampons gripped the vines, and the tearing force caused cracks to appear in the vines, which were as hard as steel.

The tangled tail feathers, like divine shackles, restrained the vine shadows that followed.

Xue Shiming, standing atop the sacred beast's head, silently shattered her fifth jet-black soul ring.

Fifth Soul Skill: Phoenix Grace (Swan Song)

The invisible ripples of sacred sound spread out from the core of the swan, like ripples on a clear lake.

Well, he wouldn't use this soul skill to attack Xiaoyi alone, because he knew it wouldn't be effective.

There was no earth-shattering sound, but it contained a pure spiritual impact, silently merging into the entire body of the swan.

The giant eyes of the Honghu Sacred Beast, which had been filled with holy light, suddenly contracted and solidified, their pupils becoming like two points of flowing molten gold, radiating a soul-piercing agility and majesty. Its overall aura surged once more under the infusion of pure spiritual power—breaking through the threshold of high-level Soul Saint, reaching level 77!
"Wow—!"

The swan raised its head and let out a clear cry that cleaved through the clouds, the sound waves mixed with a mental shockwave sweeping across the entire area.

This moment is the miracle born from the royal family's top-tier fusion-type inheritance technique, "Heavenly Feather Holy Scripture".

With a mere level 57!
The Third Heaven of the Mind Technique - Heavenly Feather Awakening!
Forced fusion of five soul skills, the first five strikes of the swan!

May the sacred bird descend to earth!
Crossing a terrifying gap of twenty levels!
The sword-like spines of the sword willow vine, which it was so proud of, were defeated step by step by the wings, claws, and feathers of the sacred beast.

Shattered, torn, entangled and strangled, the sky was filled with broken jade fragments.

Xue Shiming stood atop the sacred beast, his gaze sharp as a blade, coldly sweeping over the pale purple hue on the distant Vine Throne.

A trace of deep-suppressed pride belonging to the Heavenly Dou royal family ignited in his eyes.

The swan beneath him suddenly folded its wings to gather strength, and then—it swung them out fiercely!
Swish!Swish!
The air was cleaved into two blinding vacuum trenches.

Two giant cross-shaped light blades, each over thirty meters long and composed of highly concentrated holy flames, dragged a blazing white trail that melted space, like the final judgment of an angel, and crashed down toward the throne atop the crown of towering vines!
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On the throne of the vine king, Xiaoyi's gaze remained as calm as ever.

The two cross-shaped beams of light, capable of tearing through the sky and cleaving through cliffs, drew ever closer in her vision, the hurricane they stirred up causing her purple hair to dance wildly—she merely raised her right hand slightly.

The moment his five fingers clenched together, the space in front of him cracked silently, revealing a deep, moon-white fissure.

The biting cold air, like the breath of an ancient ice abyss, instantly froze the boiling soul power field on the arena.

From the depths of the crack, a low, ancient roar seemed to approach amidst the wind and snow—

Ouch——!
A desolate and violent wolf howl pierced through space!
A giant, silvery-white shadow, ten meters high and five meters wide, crashed through the void with a deafening roar.

Its silver fur shimmered with the cold glow of the frosty moon, and on its outstretched back, a pair of enormous, gleaming wings suddenly opened like two slanted, cold moons.

As it descended, a pure, frigid realm unfolded, the air emitting a faint "crackling" sound, condensing into countless suspended ice crystals.

Silver Wolf True King!

Its size is the same as that of a real entity. Although it is slightly smaller than the sacred beast Honghu composed of souls, the fierce and savage pressure that it exudes is just as formidable as the real thing.

The giant mouth and fangs opened and closed—

A giant, crescent-shaped blade, formed entirely from highly compressed lunar energy, was launched.

Moonlight rips through the sky!

The crescent moon passed silently, leaving behind a vacuum trail of ice crystals as it clashed violently with the sacred cross blade.

explosion.

The annihilation of light.

The blinding holy light of the cross, hissing as it was devoured and dissolved by the cold radiance of the Ice Moon Blade, ultimately returning to nothingness—leaving only a frozen area, utterly devoid of energy.

Annihilate the holy light with a single strike!

The silver wolf let out a low growl, and its enormous moonlight wings suddenly flapped.

The entire arena instantly became a battlefield between two enormous beasts.

The silver wolf's claws, accompanied by a biting, icy wind, tore towards the swan's chest, while the swan swung its divine feathers, unleashing a hurricane-like slash.

Claws clashed with holy wings, icy breath intertwined with sacred flames, and the booming explosions, like the war drums of gods, shook the entire arena.

The impact tore through the sky, leaving behind a lingering turbulence of soul energy.

(End of this chapter)