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

Chapter 1778 Chen Xiaojun's Sudden Change
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Standing beside him, Chen Xiaojun had been watching calmly, but at some point his gaze became fixed on the hideous and ruthless Bone Digging Gang outlaws on the battlefield.

Watching them fight madly to defend this den of evil, seeing them bloodied and mangled under their own attacks yet still fearless, a strong sense of disgust, originating from the depths of his soul, coiled around his heart like a cold, venomous snake.

This aversion is not a simple hatred, but a higher level of rejection and denial, seemingly originating from some ancient will.

Chen Xiaojun himself was not fully aware of the nature of this emotion, but his body reacted first.

Unbeknownst to anyone, his face was rapidly losing all the vibrancy and warmth of youth, turning ashen, as if covered with a layer of frost.

That usual warmth and composure vanished, replaced by a chilling, ant-like indifference.

Deep within those dark black pupils, a tiny yet exceptionally dazzling crimson light quietly emerged, and it showed signs of spreading.

The air around him seemed to freeze, emanating a chilling aura that made one's bones feel cold.

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The dozen or so boys of similar age standing next to him, including Zhu Wuneng, Dugu Fu, and Ma Liang, were closest to him and felt his presence most clearly.

They shivered almost simultaneously, an indescribable chill and fear rising in their hearts.

The Chen Xiaojun before him suddenly seemed extremely lofty, like a god above the clouds, with an indescribable sense of etherealness.

What made them even more uneasy was the invisible pressure that made them feel like prey being stared at by a prehistoric behemoth, pitifully small, as if the other party could easily manipulate or even take their lives with a single thought!

A burning rage, a kind of judgment, silently burned and rose within Chen Xiaojun's chest.

His gaze swept over the members of the Bone-Digging Gang, especially those desperate fugitives still putting up a last stand, their hands stained with blood. A cold, clear thought emerged: "Such wicked and filthy beings should be sent to their deaths!"

Just then, Chen Xiaojun suddenly turned his head and looked at Chen Zhang, who was giving tense instructions beside him. His voice was calm without any ripples, but it carried an unquestionable meaning: "Second Uncle, I'll go to that salient."

Before he could finish speaking, and before Chen Zhang could even react, he lightly touched the edge of the platform with his toes and leaped down like an arrow!
"Xiao Jun! Danger!" Chen Zhang's expression changed drastically, and he cried out in alarm!

He never expected that his nephew, who was always calm and even a little too mature, would so abruptly and without warning break away from the command center at the most critical moment when the battle was at its fiercest and the enemy's elite forces were deployed, and rush directly to the most dangerous front-line meat grinder.

As Chen Xiaojun's personal bodyguard, Zhu Wuneng's reaction was almost an instinct etched into his bones. He didn't even have time to think; his body had already made its move—without hesitation, he followed Chen Xiaojun and jumped off the platform.

Following closely behind, Chen Mu, Chen Shurui, Chen Bin, Gao Cuilan, Dugu Fu, and several other teenagers also rushed out anxiously!

Chen Zhang called out, "Xiao Mu, I'm entrusting Xiao Jun to you."

As Chen Mu leaped into the air, he raised his arm and swung it. However, to everyone's surprise, Chen Xiaojun did not plunge headlong into the most chaotic center of the battle as everyone had expected.

After a few light and swift leaps, he landed steadily on the very edge of the battlefield—the front line of the fierce battle, but not the core.

Even more surprisingly, after landing, he did not continue rushing forward, but instead stopped.

Then, amidst everyone's astonished gazes, under Chen Zhang's anxious watch from the high platform behind, and amidst the deafening background noise of slaughter, Chen Xiaojun walked step by step, as if strolling in his own backyard, into the battlefield filled with smoke and flying flesh.

His steps were not fast, yet they seemed to carry a peculiar rhythm.

As he moved forward, the icy aura surrounding him became more solid. Within a ten-meter radius of him, the light dimmed and the temperature plummeted.

The crimson dot that flickered deep within his pupils shimmered slightly, carrying an indescribable majesty and... aura of judgment.

And so, all alone, with an almost leisurely air, he deliberately walked into the eye of the storm woven from blades, soul skills, blood, and death.

And in his hand, a sword appeared as well—the Seven Killings Sword of the Underworld!
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Chen Xiaojun's feet stepped into the right-center section, a protrusion soaked in blood and ravaged by soul skills.

The ancient and deadly Seven Kill Sword of the Underworld in his hand dragged its tip across the broken ground, scraping out a series of dazzling sparks. The sparks sizzled as they landed on the blood pools, then vanished in an instant.

The moment he stepped into this hellish area, an invisible, bone-chilling pressure suddenly spread out from him!
This oppressive force was not a violent energy surge, but a higher-level "judgment" will originating from the depths of the soul.

It instantly swept across an area of ​​tens of meters, creating a scene of contrasting extremes of ice and fire.

The first to feel the changes were the soul masters of the Chen family who were closest to Chen Xiaojun!
Ding Bingyuan's nine-toothed rake was locked in combat with a Soul Saint of the Bone Digging Gang, whose bone blade narrowly grazed his shoulder armor.

In that split second, he felt his heart sink, and then a surge of scalding heat rushed out from the depths of his bone marrow, instantly dispelling the soreness and numbness in his arm, and an immense force emerged out of nowhere.

He roared, and the Nine-Toothed Rake no longer smashed, but instead, with unprecedented ferocity and precision, fiercely swung upwards from a tricky angle!

"Pfft!" The opponent's bone blade, along with half an arm, was torn apart, and he flew backward with a scream.

Ding Bingyuan himself was stunned for a moment; that power was... unbelievably clear!

Gu Yuanchao was under attack from two Soul Kings, and his Bull Charge was slowed down.

Suddenly, he felt his mind clear, and the enemy's seemingly chaotic attack trajectory appeared to be slowed down and analyzed in his eyes.

The scalding power of his bloodline did not cause him to lose his mind; instead, it imbued his "madness" with a cold, calculating quality.

He precisely sidestepped, using his hardest shoulder blade to withstand a heavy blow, while simultaneously unleashing his "Bull Horn Soul-Splitting Strike" into the ribs of another enemy, the sound of bones shattering clearly audible.

His eyes were bloodshot, his breathing was heavy as a bull, but his movements were more efficient than before, with a brutal and precise destructive power.

(End of this chapter)