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

Chapter 1768 The Shura Field of Earth Tremors
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The underground network, this intricate and self-contained dark kingdom that lies beneath the bustling capital, now resembles a gaping maw, greedily devouring the flickering torchlight of the search teams.

The earth's veins in the capital city are trembling.

The "Three Affairs Bureau" and the Xuanjia City Guard, like two red-hot forged iron hammers, crashed down on the dark kingdom that occupied the capital.

The messages were transmitted intermittently:

Shadow Fang, the top tracking prodigy of the Xuan Niao Division, discovered new bloodstains, suspected to be contaminated by a curse, deep within the most secluded and putrid passage.

Its dark red color was as thick and sticky as solidified grease, exuding a nauseating and ominous aura, winding like a deadly signpost leading to a deeper hell.

Meanwhile, the most powerful assassin, "Night Owl," cautiously navigates the complex maze-like paths, following the marks left behind, trying to discern the residual soul power fluctuations and curse trails within the bloodstains.

The iron boots of the city guards shattered the relative tranquility of the three western districts of the China Resources District (suburbs).

At a crossroads filled with old pipes and reeking of mold and cheap alcohol, they encountered fierce resistance from a small group of desperados.

After a brief but dangerous street battle, several suspicious individuals, acting furtively and looking like frightened birds, were successfully apprehended.

Bearing the tattoos of the "Grey Rat Gang" and stolen goods of unknown origin, they were being escorted by heavily armored soldiers to the Inspectorate's infamous black prison for rigorous interrogation, where they would face soul power lie detector tests and cruel torture.

Numerous families, led by the Lin, Shi, and Ge families, have long since deployed their carefully cultivated or bribed informants throughout the various nodes of the underground network.

These eyes and ears in the shadows are transmitting information, some true, some false, some real, some unreliable: which area has suddenly strengthened its resistance, which black market is urgently transferring supplies, which marginal gang has disappeared overnight... Countless undercurrents are surging underground, foreshadowing the approaching storm.

The most devastating news, which nearly drove the Lin family members mad, arrived: they discovered traces of a fierce battle between the Green Bamboo Sword Lord in a highly secret underground location known only to the core members of the Lin family!

The scene was shocking.

The solid black iron-reinforced stone slabs shattered like a spider web. The charred marks on the ground and the remnants of frozen soul power corroded each other. Several deep, sharp sword marks were left on the walls, one of which contained a terrifying aura of destruction.

A faint, chilling aura, almost imperceptible, lingered in the air, sending shivers down one's spine.

This scene clearly demonstrates that even though his mind may have been corrupted by the curse, Qinghuang Sword Lord came here during a brief moment of lucidity or struggle!

However, the enemies who followed him (whether titled Douluo or hunters who took advantage of his vulnerability) engaged him in a thrilling life-or-death battle.

As for Qinghuang Sword Lord himself, his whereabouts and fate remain unknown.

This discovery, instead of dispelling the mystery, has only made it more profound and enigmatic.

Prince Xue Jiqing gazed into the darkness and murmured, "The shadow of the curse has not yet dissipated. If the bamboo is truly corrupted, the dangers of the underground network are beyond human comprehension."

The chill in everyone's hearts turned into a silent alarm bell. The search had only just begun, and a storm was already brewing beneath the capital.

...The "Grey Rat Gang," who have been lurking in the gaps between sewage pipes and abandoned tombs for years, are the "cleaners" and the lowest-level hyenas of the underground world. They have the most sensitive "rat whiskers" and are the first to smell the scent of impending doom.

These scum, who survive by smuggling contraband soul-guiding parts, hallucinogenic drugs, and trafficking people and selling stolen goods, regard the heavy steel gates of the Royal Guard's sudden closure of three key underground black market hubs ("The Mouth of the Abyss," "The Worm Market," and "The Bone Slag Passage") as a noose tightening around their necks.

The counterattack erupted in desperation when the inner guards' steel boots smashed the door of their secret cellar where they hid the stolen goods.

"Chop up these tin-clad dogs!" A hoarse roar echoed through the narrow, dripping vaulted passageway.

Desperados suddenly attacked from behind piles of garbage, rusty pipe openings, and even hanging corpses!
The crossbow bolt, coated with the venom of the "Crypt Viper," glowed with an eerie green light and cunningly embedded itself in the observation seam of the armored soldier's helmet. The victim's face instantly turned black and swollen, and he let out a suffocating gasp.

The low-level Soul Masters of the Gray Rat Gang, who were lying in ambush in the shadows, slammed a fireball into the heavy steel shield. The scorching air wave, carrying rubble and iron pieces, tore a gap in the tight formation.

The inner guards' counterattack was equally ruthless. Their standard soul-guided spears gleamed with steady soul power, accurately and coldly piercing the throats of the charging Gray Rat Gang members. Hot blood splattered onto the moss-covered brick walls, mixing with years of mold and grime, painting a new, bloody mural in the underground world.

The wails of the dying are repeatedly reflected and amplified in the twisted acupoints of the intestines, eventually converging into a chilling background sound.

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At the same time, the main force of the city guards surged into the sewers, which were ten times more complex than a spider web.

This place is filled with abandoned mine shafts, collapsed ancient temple ruins, and countless narrow passageways dug privately by later generations.

"Search every inch! Dig three feet into the ground! Anyone who resists or hides will be killed without mercy!" Ge Laizheng's calm voice echoed through the narrow, oppressive space via the soul-guided loudspeaker, causing the rubble above to fall in a rustling sound.

The heavy infantry's powerful shield ramming smashed open the Mithril Brotherhood's carefully disguised stone stronghold.

The torchlight dispelled the darkness and illuminated the interior of the stronghold: the walls shimmered with the eerie blue "Mithril" emblem—a key bound in chains, symbolizing their control over underground intelligence and secret wealth.

Leader Soren, the man nicknamed "Silver Fox of the Cave," who built his underground kingdom by extorting information, disposing of stolen goods, and even secretly operating several "memory erasure" (actually silencing) businesses, is now witnessing his treasured illegal soul-guided weapons, boxes of bribe ledgers recording countless dirty transactions, and soul-guided information chips exposed to the cold gazes of his soldiers and the flickering firelight.

The last glimmer of hope vanished from his eyes, replaced by the ferocity of a cornered beast on the verge of death.

"No! We absolutely cannot let them bring any of the core members up alive!" Soren let out a sharp, piercing scream.

Deadly street fighting erupted instantly in the narrow passageways, warehouses piled high with loot, and central chambers filled with traps inside the stronghold.

The Brotherhood’s mercenaries displayed astonishing ferocity, leaping out like venomous snakes from the rusty ventilation ducts overhead, the foul-smelling drains to the sides, and even from hidden compartments under the floor, their poisoned daggers darting stabs into the joint gaps and carotid artery armor edges of heavily armored soldiers.

Several earth-type soul masters, who were being heavily supported by the government, exerted their strength at the same time, slamming their palms hard into the ground. The main passage in front of them collapsed with a deafening roar.

A dozen or so city guards, caught off guard, were buried alive under tons of rubble along with their heavy equipment.

Dark green paralyzing fumes billowed out from inconspicuous cracks in the walls and corners of the ceiling. Those who inhaled them were instantly succumbed, collapsing like limp mud.

The well-equipped but restricted city guards were trapped in a swamp of deadly traps. With each difficult step forward, they had to spread a layer of their own and the enemy's corpses in the narrow space.

Soren hid in the deepest, dark chamber, made of soul-sealing material, his fingertips trembling as he traced an ancient, yellowed, curled-edge parchment list—a list of names and secret deals that could have cost half the imperial bureaucracy its head and ruined countless powerful families.

Cold sweat had already soaked through his luxurious velvet lining.

(End of this chapter)