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

Chapter 1743 First Battle Against the Evil Leader: The Art of Fiction
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Shi Yuanyuan's burly body suddenly took a step forward, and the huge Xuanwu Turtle Martial Soul behind him transformed into an enormous shield that shimmered with ancient tortoise shell patterns, with a thick, earthy yellow light soaring into the sky.

"Evil spirits, cease your rampage!"

"Sixth Soul Skill - Xuanwu Heavenly Wall!"

The Xuanwu Shield transformed into a giant energy shield that rose from the ground, as thick and heavy as a mountain, firmly blocking the suction force emanating from the terrifying maw of the Devourer's Throat, forcefully isolating the terrifying pulling force from the outside.

At the same time, violent thunder roared beside him!

Lei Xing's eyes were wide open, and his burly body exuded a violent thunderous pressure. The huge battle axe (Thunder Axe) in his hand, wrapped with leaping arcs of electricity, shone with dazzling purple lightning!
"Eighth Soul Skill: Thunder Prison Raging Dragon Slash!"

He roared and swung his giant axe, unleashing a thick, purple electric dragon coiled with destructive lightning will, tearing through the viscous, foul air with a deafening roar, and slamming into the gaping throat of the Devourer's Maw!
Boom! !
Blinding lightning exploded wildly, instantly slicing the dark red flesh of the massive throat of the Devourer into charred black, with foul-smelling pus and shattered, rotten tissue gushing out like a fountain!

"Roar--!!!"

The excruciating pain caused the Devouring Throat to let out a furious roar that shook the heavens and the earth. Its massive, twisted body swung violently, and several huge tentacles made of rotten flesh and thick bones lashed out with tremendous force at the Green Bamboo Sword Lord who was suspended in mid-air.

The Green Bamboo Sword Lord's face was as cold and stern as frost, and his figure was as elusive as a gentle breeze and flowing clouds.

Faced with the terrifying tentacles that were attacking, the Qinghuang Sword, with its clear blade and hidden blue bamboo veins, emitted a clear and melodious sword sound!

"Qinghuang Secret Code: Thousands of bamboos cut off the river!"

As he pointed his fingers like a sword, the Green Bamboo Sword shone brightly.

In an instant, countless lush, sharp, sword-shaped bamboo shadows emerged. These sword-shaped bamboo shadows were not mere feints; each contained a sharp sword intent capable of tearing through space. They instantly intertwined to form a destructive azure sword net, which rushed towards the tentacles.

Puff puff puff puff——!
The dull thuds of flesh being slashed apart at lightning speed blended together. The several thick tentacles that had been lashing out were instantly severed in half, and foul-smelling dark red pus and blood poured out like rain from the cuts. Even the space itself was left with tiny black cracks that failed to heal for a long time. The escaping evil energy was annihilated by the sword energy.

"How dare you come near me, you filthy creature?"

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"Old Ji, Qinghuang, follow me to behead them!" Tong Yangyuan's eyes were fixed on Azmonk by the blood pool. With a flap of his golden and red wings, he took the lead and transformed into a streak of light to pounce on him.

"Just what I wanted! The evil leader shall be executed!" Qinghuang Sword Master shouted, becoming one with his sword as he followed.

"To seal away demons and eradicate evil, this is the moment!" Ji Hongming's writing brush blazed with golden light as he wrote in mid-air.

Three major titles, all aimed at Azmonk!
Azmonk glanced around, and his "Soul-Devouring Stomach" martial soul churned violently behind him: "Eighth Soul Skill - Soul-Devouring Blood Mist - Raging Sea of ​​Filth!"

Thick, foul blood mixed with a crimson mist that corroded the soul rushed towards the three like a tsunami.

Ji Hongming held a calligraphy brush that exuded a righteous and upright aura and whose tip shimmered with golden light, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light.

"Seventh Soul Skill: Martial Soul True Body!"

The Chinese pen in his hand suddenly transformed into a giant pen that could support the sky. The pen handle was like jade, flowing with a vast golden light, and the pen tip was like a golden hair. With each stroke, it drew upon the righteous energy of heaven and earth. A huge golden scroll phantom unfolded behind him, with countless mysterious runes floating within it.

After activating their true form, all soul skills have their effects, range, power, and soul power recovery speed greatly enhanced, with mental power being particularly significantly strengthened.

Sixth Soul Skill: The Art of Historical Writing!

With the blessing of the "Martial Soul True Body", the giant brush rapidly outlined two ancient seal characters in the void - "削" (xē, to cut) and "断" (duàn, to break)!
The moment the two words were uttered, they locked onto Azmonk, ignoring the surging sea of ​​blood and miasma, and directly imprinted themselves on the origin of his soul and the flow of soul power around him.

laugh--!
Azmonk groaned, his surging blood energy abruptly halting, and his soul power fluctuations visibly weakening. The effect of the Spring and Autumn Annals technique: forcibly weakens the target's soul power level and mental strength, temporarily suppressing Azmonk's peak level 95 soul power back to level 94, and drastically reducing the power of his soul skills and the speed of soul power recovery.

"A good opportunity!" Taking advantage of the moment when Azmonk was restrained, the clear blade of Qinghuang Sword Lord pointed directly at his brow.

"Sixth Soul Skill - Nine Tribulations of Green Bamboo!"

In an instant, the Green Bamboo Sword split into nine condensed, tangible sword shadows wrapped in azure electric arcs. The nine swords were connected end to end, transforming into a spiraling drill that pierced through the void.

Wherever the sword's edge passed, the foul blood and filth were forcibly torn apart and purified by the rapidly rotating sword energy and the exorcising electric arcs.

"A mere trick! Soul-devouring stomach wall!"

Azmonk roared, and the front of his Soul Devouring Stomach Martial Soul suddenly wriggled and thickened, transforming into a scarlet flesh wall covered with mucus folds to block his way.

*Thud thud thud thud!* The spiraling drill pierced the flesh wall hard, producing a dull tearing sound.

The first eight swords pierced through layer by layer, drilling a huge hole in the flesh wall, while the ninth sword's edge pierced straight into Azmonk's body.

Azmonk swung his withered claw, unleashing a claw shadow formed from congealed blood.

Clang! The ninth sword was deflected by the claw shadow, leaving only a deep, bone-revealing sword wound on his withered arm, from which foul blood spurted.

"Azmonk, be punished by the flames of purification!" Tong Yangyuan's majestic voice rang out as he seized the passage opened by Qinghuang Sword Lord, his soul rings swaying outwards.

"Eighth Soul Skill: Purifying Fire Lotus!"

Behind him, the phantom of the Crimson Crane Martial Soul was fiery red, its feathers burning with golden-red flames, exuding an auspicious yet domineering aura that could burn away all evil.

His wings unleashed a torrent of golden-red holy flames, but these flames did not spread; instead, they instantly converged and compressed above Azmonk's head.

A gigantic fire lotus, over ten meters in diameter, with petals entirely composed of leaping golden flames and a heart burning with pale, purifying fire, bloomed out of thin air.

The fiery lotus slowly rotated, emanating a terrifying pressure that judged and purified all evil, and forcefully suppressed it.

"Roar! Blood God's Blessing! Myriad Souls Devouring Flames!"

Azmonk sensed a deadly threat and frantically activated his martial spirit with a shriek.

The Soul-Devouring Stomach opened its massive maw, spewing out countless agonizing and wailing ghostly afterimages mixed with viscous blood, forming a ferocious giant claw of blood and souls that fiercely grabbed at the Purifying Fire Lotus that was pressing down!
Boom—Zzzzzzz!

The golden-red flames clashed violently with the tainted blood and vengeful spirits, and were annihilated!
The fire lotus spun, its purifying power constantly burning away the blood soul, but the resentment and filth in the giant claws were also frantically eroding the foundation of the fire lotus.

Finally, after obliterating most of the Blood Soul Giant Claw, the Fire Lotus exploded, unleashing a violent purification shockwave.

"Pfft!" Azmonk was struck as if by a heavy hammer. His withered body trembled violently, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of dark red blood. The protective blood energy around his body was blasted away, his tattered sacrificial robe was charred and torn, and his exposed dry skin was covered with scorch marks that had been purified by the burning.

His aura visibly weakened—the combined efforts of the three titled Douluo, especially Ji Hongming's fatal weakening effect with "Spring and Autumn Annals" and Tong Yangyuan's precise strike with "Purifying Fire Lotus," successfully inflicted significant damage on Azmonk.

This is also one of the reasons why Tong Yangyuan led the team; his fire, holy, and wind attributes are more suitable for dealing with the Bloodlust Cult than Zuo Tinggang, who is mainly water attribute.

"You...you're courting death!! Devourer!!"

Azmonk, seemingly driven mad, disregarded his injuries and plunged his withered claws deep into the pool of blood beneath his feet.
The ferocity unleashed by his injury also completely ignited the fury of the Maw of Devourers, turning its abyssal maw towards the three who were besieging Azmonk, brewing a destructive breath.

The battle instantly escalated into an even more brutal second phase...

(End of this chapter)