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

Chapter 1732 The Collapse of the Reversal Order

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However, Zhu Yanfeng's stone armor and golden bell could only stubbornly resist the direct impact of the corrupt torrent.

The raging, corrupting currents that meandered around the left, right, and above, carrying an endless dark and decaying will, instantly rushed towards the location of Chen Zhang's four clones.

"Qingping Secret Sword - Thorn Halo!"

The closest clone mustered its last remaining soul power, crossed its arms, and attempted to activate its defensive soul bone skill. A ring of soul power covered with spikes suddenly lit up in front of it!

"Cloud and Water Secret Sword - Sword Wall Condensed with Light!"

The other clone, enduring its injuries, plunged its illusory longsword into the ground, drawing upon its last bit of soul power to condense a seemingly solid wall of light in front of it!

Unfortunately, they were ultimately just clones, and they were already badly injured, with less than one-tenth of their soul power remaining!

Zizzi——!
Hiss!

The power of the ninth soul skill, containing the essence of illusory corrosion, instantly distorted and deformed the thorn halo, withered and broke the blades, and shattered the halo.

The sword-shaped light wall only lasted for less than half a breath before it rapidly melted, disintegrated, and fell apart under the corrosive force of boiling oil poured on snow.

"Uhh—!!"

The four clones were utterly powerless against this terrifying force. Under the erosion and corruption of the turbid energy, they were completely submerged amidst screams, turning into fragments of broken soul energy that vanished into the murky energy waves, leaving not a trace behind.

Facing the strongest impact on the core, Chen Zhang's face was as solemn as the water of a deep winter pool.

There was no sign of retreat in his eyes, and his low shout was like thunder:
"rise!"

With a sudden flick of his swordsmanship, the soul power at his fingertips surged forth like a river bursting its banks.

Buzz buzz—!
The thirty-six towering sword peaks, each over twenty meters high, suspended between heaven and earth, all trembled violently!
"Sword Formation: Ten Thousand Peaks Return to Ruins Thrust!"

Chen Zhang poured all his soul power into it without reservation, and in an instant, the thirty-six sword peaks erupted with an unprecedented, sharp light that could cleave mountains.

They transformed into a torrent of steel composed of sharp sword intent, like thousands of stars falling, carrying an indomitable and resolute momentum, fiercely stabbing towards the roaring torrent of corruption.

The sword peaks are incomparably sharp, each one containing the penetrating will of "sharp intent" comprehended by Chen Zhang, tearing through layers of filth!

puff!puff!puff!
The first dozen or so sword peaks that crashed into the torrent tore through the outer defenses of the turbid flow, their light diminishing considerably.

The condensed stone sword body, which was strong enough to withstand the full force of a Soul Douluo's attack, became pitted and covered with corrosive cracks at a visible speed under the erosion of the powerful decaying will contained in the ninth soul skill. The originally solid surface kept peeling away!

Finally, after penetrating a third of its depth, it could no longer hold on, creaking under the strain, and with a mournful cry, it collapsed and shattered into countless fragments.

With each broken building, Chen Zhang's face grew paler.

The ten sword peaks that followed, acting as the backbone of the impact, forcefully held back the brief gap created by the shattered sword peaks and continued to penetrate deeper. However, their light was also dimming rapidly, and the surfaces of the sword peaks became rough, cracked, and severely damaged, as if they had been splashed with strong acid, essentially entering a state of partial destruction.

Although not completely destroyed, the offensive had reached its limit.

The sixteen sword peaks at the very back, which served as the foundation of the formation, were teetering on the brink of collapse, their radiance dimmed to the extreme, and their surfaces were covered with fine cracks.

Seeing that the foundation of the sword formation was about to completely collapse, a cold glint flashed in Chen Zhang's eyes, and he no longer hesitated!

"Sword Light Falls - Explode!"

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood essence, and his sword gestures transformed into explosive handprints! The sword intent inscriptions at the core of the remaining twenty-odd sword peaks (including the ten half-destroyed central peaks and the sixteen crumbling rear peaks) were instantly ignited by Chen Zhang's blood and resolute will! It was like throwing a spark into an oil drum.

The entire sword peak suddenly burst into a blinding, incandescent light, like a supernova explosion! The light faded in the next instant—

Boom! Boom! Boom!

It exploded violently from the inside out, without any reservation!

A massive energy storm, carrying countless shattered fragments of sword energy, sharp sword remnants, and the remaining mountain and stone sword bodies, engaged in a final, frantic, mutually destructive clash and tearing with the core power of the surging torrent of corruption!
The protective shield that served as the carrier of the entire sword formation space could no longer be maintained due to the complete destruction of the formation base. It flickered violently a few times, emitting a heart-wrenching wailing sound, and shattered and disappeared piece by piece.

The collapse of this protective shield also transformed the stable energy that constituted it into chaotic explosive power, which flowed into the destructive turbulence before our eyes!

Rumble, rumble—! ! !
The energy storm from the double explosion spread out with overwhelming force.

The shockwave, carrying dust, gravel, fragments of sword energy, corrupting energy, and shattered array light, swept across the battlefield like a tidal wave, instantly filling the battlefield within a radius of several hundred meters with smoke and dust.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment amidst the smoke and dust.

As the energy storm gradually subsided and the dust slowly settled, the battlefield revealed a scene of utter devastation.

Chen Zhang knelt on one knee, supporting his body with a dimly lit Seven Kill Sword, looking utterly disheveled.

His face was deathly pale, his lips were tightly pressed together, but in the end he could not suppress it. With a "pfft!" sound, a large mouthful of bright red blood mixed with broken internal energy suddenly spurted out, staining a large area in front of him with a red blush.

This injury stemmed from both the terrifying impact of the core power of Ming Xingyun's ninth soul skill (although most of it was blocked by the sword formation and Zhu Yanfeng), and the severe backlash to his soul and soul core caused by the complete destruction and collapse of the sword formation he had painstakingly condensed!

On the other side, Ming Xingyun, at the center of the storm, remained rooted to the spot like an iron pillar, seemingly without moving an inch.

However, his wide black robe sleeves were torn in several places by the energy surge, the dark soul power around him, which was originally as deep as ink, dimmed a bit, and a faint blush appeared on his face.

He forcibly suppressed his surging blood and qi, letting out a muffled groan as a thin thread of blood slowly seeped from the corner of his mouth, winding down his beard.

This was not a direct external injury caused by the explosion, but rather the result of being forcibly dragged into a long and intense war of attrition, encountering strong resistance after activating the ninth soul skill (Zhu Yanfeng, sword formation, self-destruction), experiencing violent backlash and shock of one's own soul power, and finally withstanding the explosive storm.

This is a manifestation of the subtle shock damage accumulated in the meridians due to excessive and intense power circulation, which finally appeared after the strong pressure was relaxed.

His chest heaved slightly, and his eyes grew even more sinister and cold, clearly showing that he was truly enraged. The clash of the peak moments just now had also put a considerable burden on this level 93 powerhouse.

(End of this chapter)