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

Chapter 1708 Black Nightmare Douluo
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boom!
A muffled explosion resounded between two fingers and a palm.

A visible ripple of energy suddenly spread out.

Ding Ding Deng!
Zhang Tianhua took three steps back, where he was caught by his two high-level Soul Saint guards, who protected him behind him.

Bao Nansong involuntarily took two steps back to steady himself, and the blue bricks under his feet developed tiny cracks.

He steadied himself, looked up at Zhang Tianhua, and a look of shock and icy ferocity flashed in his cloudy old eyes: "Sword Pointing?! Soft and cunning! Sharpness hidden in disguise! And a Soul Douluo? You're not Zhang Tianhua at all! Who are you?!"

The deliberate gentle demeanor of a merchant that Zhang Tianhua had maintained completely vanished, leaving only a cold scrutiny.

He said coldly, "Patriarch Bao is truly vigorous despite his age, and he's hiding his true strength! Not only is his physique incredibly tough, but his cultivation level is also at the level of an 87th-level Soul Douluo. Impressive!"

Bao Nansong's face twitched slightly: "Truly... an unwelcome guest has arrived, and their true colors are revealed!"

He stopped looking at Zhang Tianhua and instead turned his sharp, hawk-like gaze to the left of the main seat—where Li Manqing was still sitting calmly, even leisurely picking up the still-warm cup of tea on the table and taking a sip, as if the fighting around him had nothing to do with him.

Bao Nansong's voice was as cold as ice as he said, enunciating each word clearly: "Sir, stop hiding your true colors! You've imitated Li Manqing's demeanor, mannerisms, and official aura so perfectly that it's almost impossible to spot a flaw!"

"I have truly been blind! You are not Li Manqing! Who are you?!"

Li Manqing slowly raised her eyes, looked calmly at Bao Nansong, and said frankly, "I am indeed not that child, Manqing."

The smell of gunpowder and the sounds of fighting were already clearly audible in the hall.

Bao Nansong was extremely vigilant and demanded, "Who exactly are you?! Why are you attacking our Bao family?!"

Instead of directly answering Bao Nansong's question, Zhang Tianhua asked, "Why did we attack? Bao Nansong, don't you know the answer yourself?"

Then, his gaze suddenly shifted to the old servant behind Bao Nansong, who had been breathing heavily and remaining silent.

"This old gentleman possessed a profound and unfathomable aura, as calm and still as an ancient well..."

He paused, then asked, "But your surname is Ming?!"

The moment the word "冥" was uttered, a thunderclap seemed to rise from the ground.

The old servant, who had been looking downcast and unremarkable, suddenly stiffened.

His head, which had been hanging low, suddenly rose, and two terrifying beams of light, like hellfire, shot out from his cloudy eyes.

Bao Nansong's face turned deathly pale, as if the surname had struck at his deepest secret.

"Who are you?!"

The old servant's hoarse voice now sounded incredibly grating.

He suddenly took a step forward!
Just one step!
A terrifying pressure of soul power, so immense it was suffocating, cold and viscous like an ancient abyss, erupted from his body like a sleeping ancient beast awakening.

The air in the entire main hall seemed to be instantly sucked out and frozen, the light was distorted and dim, the tables creaked and groaned, and the bluestone slabs on the floor cracked inch by inch.

Titled Douluo!

The old servant is a genuine Title Douluo powerhouse!
Faced with this terrifying pressure that was enough to crush ordinary soul masters, Zhang Tianhua not only did not back down, but instead showed a resolute sneer of "as expected" on his face.

At this moment, he no longer maintained his pretense!

The skin on his face that belonged to "Zhang Tianhua" was like shattered porcelain, rapidly peeling away and melting in the light and shadow... In an instant, a completely different face was revealed.

Having revealed his true form, his voice, like the clash of ancient, cold iron, struck the violently aura-ridden old servant with chilling force.

"Black Nightmare Douluo—Ming Xingyun, Ming Xiangyun's younger brother! The old bat of the Black Nightmare Legion! You've been hiding in this Bao family dyehouse for years, do you really think no one noticed?!"

The moment Ming Xingyun saw that face clearly, a surge of anger mixed with astonishment filled him: "You...you are Chen Zhang of the Chen family!"

He recognized the other person instantly; this face had appeared multiple times in the intelligence he had received. Having confirmed Chen Zhang's identity, Ming Xingyun turned to "Li Manqing," who was still seated calmly to the left of the main seat.

The killing intent in his eyes almost solidified into a tangible form: "Now that Chen Zhang has shown his face, you shouldn't hide your true colors either!"

"Take off your fake skin! Let me see which fool dares to come here with Chen Zhang to his death!"

Under Ming Xingyun's fierce and intense gaze, "Li Manqing's" face finally lost all expression.

He slowly put down the teacup he had been holding for a long time.

Then, just like Chen Zhang, the contours of his face began to change strangely and rapidly.

The slightly refined, middle-aged face that belonged to quartermaster Li Manqing faded and dissolved like a veil...

A strikingly handsome face, seemingly sculpted by time itself, clearly emerged.

Handsome!
Very handsome!

His sword-like eyebrows slanted upwards towards his temples, his starry eyes were as deep as the night, his nose was as straight as a peak, and his thin lips had a distinct outline.

Even with graying temples and fine lines etched by time at the corners of his eyes, his timeless and captivating beauty remains undiminished.

Upon seeing the face clearly, Bao Nansong's pupils contracted sharply, and he blurted out, "Li Xunhuan?! Li Xunhuan, the supervisor of the Imperial Wardrobe?! No wonder you could impersonate Li Manqing so perfectly, so you're father and son!"

Li Xunhuan said calmly, "Well, although I'm not good at this, it's still relatively easy to disguise myself as my own child."

The Bureau of Clothing and Clothing (尚衣局) was a major government office in the imperial court, responsible for all aspects of life, including clothing, food, housing, and transportation. Its chief official, the supervisor, held the rank of third grade.

No wonder he mentioned military uniforms so casually in his words.

The Li family was a family of high-ranking officials for generations, with hereditary earls and three members holding the title of earl.

Ming Xingyun, however, was now extremely angry yet calm, a deathly stillness before a storm.

"Chen Zhang! Li Xunhuan! You certainly have guts. However..."

He gave a chilling laugh, a laugh like the cry of an owl: "You two mere Soul Douluos dare to trespass into my lair?! You truly don't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"

Faced with the titled Douluo's contemptuous threat, Chen Zhang smiled calmly: "Nothing ventured, nothing gained! If I don't personally step into your den today, how can I possibly trap and kill you, this tiger?!"

"Arrogant and ignorant!" Ming Xingyun's violent dark soul power surged out like a floodgate being opened!

"Roar--!"

Soul power enveloped Ming Xingyun's body, frantically condensing and shaping it.

A set of jet-black armor, covering the entire body and covered with ferocious spikes and twisted ghost patterns, instantly took shape.

A chilling, deathly atmosphere, devoid of any sign of life, suddenly filled the air.

"Since you insist on courting death, I will send you on your way!"

"Fifth Soul Skill - Nightmare Claw!"

With a sharp shout, Ming Xingyun's eyes flashed with crimson light, and his withered right hand suddenly shot forward.

The lights in the hall suddenly dimmed!
An enormous, extremely condensed, pitch-black demonic claw materialized out of thin air.

These claws were as black as ink, with five fingers spread wide, their tips flickering with eerie green flames. They were surrounded by a dense black aura that constantly dissipated and eroded the space, emanating a chilling death that penetrated deep into the soul.

The ghostly claw, carrying an immense sense of pressure as if tearing through space, ripped through the air and emitted a mournful, ghostly wail as it viciously clawed down at Chen Zhang, who stood in front of it.

Wherever the soul skill went, it left five scorching black spatial distortion trails in the air.

(End of this chapter)