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

Chapter 1735 The cunning Ming Xiangyun, unaware of the oriole catching the cicada.

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Just as Ming Xingyun let out a mournful howl, issued the order to retreat, and broke through the encirclement himself—about twenty miles northwest of Bao Family Manor, on an inconspicuous hill, a figure dressed in black robes stood quietly.

At this moment, the figure let out a very soft sigh, filled with regret and suppressed rage: "The foundation I have painstakingly built up over the years... is now mostly destroyed."

"How hateful, how truly hateful! Those old fogies at headquarters, their actions were so careless, they dragged me and the entire Black Nether Legion into this predicament. I will remember this grudge, Heavenly Dou Royal Family, Fighting Soul City!"

The whispers emanating from beneath his black robe were as cold as ice. He slowly turned around, as if intending to leave this place of trouble.

However, just as he lifted his foot, he suddenly froze!

Three hundred meters away, the mountain wind rustled the sparse grass and trees. Unbeknownst to him, three figures had silently appeared there, blocking his most likely escape route.

In the center was a composed old man, Chen Hong. To his left and behind was Chen Menglin, whose gaze was steady and sharp. To his right and behind was Yang Jingxue, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit with a cold look in her eyes.

Chen Hong calmly looked at the stiff figure in black robes: "Ming Xiangyun, you have indeed chosen a brilliant hiding place. It is close enough to the manor, making it easy to command; and the location is also well hidden, greatly reducing the risk."

"As expected of a veteran who has been operating in the central district of Tiandou for many years, his experience is truly admirable."

The man in the black robe shuddered violently, his face beneath the hood likely contorted in pain.

He forced down his shock, his voice emerging from beneath his black robe: "How...how did you find this place?!"

A barely perceptible smile seemed to curve at the corners of Chen Hong's lips, but his eyes remained calm.
"you guess?"

Two simple words, yet they stir up tense nerves more effectively than any threat.

Ming Xiangyun's mind raced, filled with shock and rage: "Someone betrayed me? Or did you plant a spy among my ranks?!"

This was his first reaction.

But deep down, a thought made him doubt himself: this place was extremely secretive, and only his younger brother Ming Xingyun knew about it in the entire Black Nether Legion. There was absolutely no way he would betray him!

He used this place very few times; how did the Chen family pinpoint its location so precisely?

Chen Hong seemed to see right through his surprise and suspicion, and once again uttered two words in that calm and even tone:

"you guess?"

These two words carried a clear sense of sarcasm, instantly igniting the anger, frustration, and extreme resentment that had been building up in Ming Xiangyun's heart!

His face under the hood turned extremely ugly. He didn't even bother to hide the rage in his voice anymore, and he roared hoarsely, "I bet the grass on your mother's grave is three feet tall! Fuck!"

The moment the last syllable fell, a terrifying aura, like a volcano suppressed to its limit, suddenly erupted from Ming Xiangyun.

On the other side, Chen Hong, Chen Menglin, and Yang Jingxue also unleashed their surging soul power almost simultaneously.

The three of them tacitly formed a triangular encirclement, subtly blocking all possible escape routes for Ming Xiangyun.

Unless, he escapes towards the villa.

"Make your move!" Chen Hong shouted calmly, and the three men who had been waiting in ambush instantly erupted.

The next second—

Buzz - boom! ! !

Chen Hong stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze as deep as an abyss.

He didn't make any move to draw his sword, but the space around him suddenly became stagnant and cold!
A vast, profound, and abyss-like will spread out—it was the Xuanming Sword Intent he controlled.

The invisible sword intent water realm expanded instantly, like a viscous deep-sea cold current wrapping around and pressing down on Xiang Ming and Xiang Yun, intending to freeze, slow down, and bind their actions and soul power flow.

Almost the instant Chen Hong unleashed his sword intent, Chen Menglin's figure swayed on the spot, suddenly leaving behind a series of afterimages that were difficult to distinguish from reality.

The Spiral Nine Shadows, combined with the Sword Shadow Intent (Phantom Level), are unleashed at full power.

His true form seemed to merge into the shadows, yet also appeared to be omnipresent. "Clang—!"

With a clear and melodious sword cry, his Seven Kill Sword suddenly shone brightly.

A streak of azure sword energy, tearing through the sky, erupted from the Seven Kill Sword, carrying a sharpness that could tear through space, and moving at an extreme speed.

Wherever the sword energy passed, it even left behind several sword shadows that resembled the movements of the original body, intertwining reality and illusion, making them extremely difficult to capture.

This is precisely the second-tier secret technique of the Chen family—"Secret Sword: Sky-Splitting Mark!"

The sword light was the main attack, its afterimages confusing, aimed directly at Ming Xiangyun's vitals.

The overwhelming spiritual light shattered the tranquility of the hill, and the blinding light, accompanied by a violent energy shockwave, soared into the sky.

Yang Jingxue on the periphery also moved, her figure sliding sideways for dozens of meters like a feather, creating a perfect distance for precise shooting.

With a clear and melodious shout, she raised her right hand, and light burst forth from her palm.

"Seven Deadly Arrows - Demon-Sealing Chains!"

With a swift pull of her wrist, the Seven Deadly Bow instantly formed three energy arrows, each shimmering with seven-colored light, constructed from pure soul power and sealing runes, with seven-colored chains of light at their ends.

The Yang family naturally possessed archery skills as well.

Thud! The bowstring twanged!

Three dazzling energy arrows shot out from the bow, forming a triangular pattern and accurately heading towards the three directions above his head.

The arrow exploded suddenly at its highest point.

Crash-!
Countless energy chains, composed of seven-colored soul power and inscribed with profound sealing runes, were born out of thin air and intertwined, instantly forming a huge energy light net that covered the sky on three sides and rapidly converged inward.

The goal of the Demon-Sealing Chains is crystal clear: to seal off space, slow down movement, eliminate any possibility of high-speed, long-distance escape, and complement Chen Hong's sword intent in slowing down the movement, thus creating an inescapable net.

The Chen brothers brought Yang Jingxue here precisely to prevent him from escaping using his strange movement techniques.

"Trying to lock me up?! Wishful thinking!!"

Ming Xiangyun went completely mad, unleashing a thick, ink-black storm of soul power around him, within which countless twisted, painful, and howling phantoms of ghostly spirits struggled and roared madly—the Yin Erosion Spirit Intent (Illusion Level)!
"Ninth Soul Skill: Myriad Ghosts Devouring Soul Domain!"

Centered on himself, countless illusory phantoms, carrying soul-tearing screams and intense, corrosive energy, transformed into a raging black storm that surged in all directions.

boom! ! ! !

An energy annihilation explosion!

Chen Menglin's main sword aura was partially pierced by the storm of ten thousand ghosts, but its power was greatly reduced and it failed to kill. The illusory sword shadow was also partially shattered, and he was shaken so badly that his blood and qi surged.

Chen Hong's formless Xuanming Sword Realm rippled violently, and the freezing and slowing effect was greatly weakened.

Yang Jingxue's seven-colored demon-sealing chains flashed wildly, and the runes flowed as they fiercely clashed with the fierce storm. Although the demon-sealing net was not destroyed, it was forcibly stretched open and twisted by the violent impact and filthy energy.

The terrifying pressure and the fierce collision of soul skills erupted instantly, and the strong fluctuations and soul power shocks generated even spread out faintly. Its power and intensity were no less than the life-and-death battle between the top titled Douluo in the backyard of the Bao family twenty miles away!

A few minutes later, a sharp shout echoed from all around:
"Ninth Soul Skill: Bloodthirsty Divine Sword"

A two-hundred-meter-long crimson giant sword suddenly appeared, its blade steaming with a thick, blood-red mist that was hot and had a sweet, metallic taste.

next moment--

A piercing shriek, ignoring the turbulent smoke and dust, the sword's edge dries and tears everything in its path.

Its trajectory left a scorched path composed of destructive power and blood mist, tearing space apart and brutally carving out a long, charred, and enormous wound.

The target is clearly the Demon-Sealing Chains and the three-person encirclement!

(End of this chapter)