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

Chapter 1787 Judgment of Sin: One Sword Slays the Head

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Chen Xiaojun's gaze fell on the disheveled Chen Mu, and his lips twitched slightly: "Fifth brother, this pose is quite memorable."

Chen Mu leaned on his cracked longsword, barely managing to lift his head, his voice hoarse and panting: "Damn it... if you hadn't suddenly gone mad, why would I have risked my life fighting a mid-level Soul Saint?"

Before he could finish speaking, Ghost Bat Soul Saint had already transformed into a cold, shadowy figure and flashed over, his gaunt face filled with ferocious killing intent.

His bone wings suddenly unfurled, and his sixth soul ring blazed with crimson light, transforming into a vortex that distorted space: "Blood Prison... Soul Shattering Wave!"

A scarlet sonic boom tore through the air and pierced straight into Chen Mu's head—a decisive blow!

At the same time, the elite members of the Bone-Digging Gang, like poisonous ants smelling blood, took advantage of the chaos caused by the gaping hole in the defense line and the pervasive pressure of the Soul Saint, roaring as they surged toward Chen Xiaojun, who was isolated and helpless in the center.

Chen Xiaojun whispered, his eyes glowing with a scarlet light like solidified blood crystals, coldly reflecting the oncoming wave of death and the deadly sonic waves.

Chen Xiaojun chuckled to himself, "Nine out of ten protagonists are walking troublemakers... I don't cause trouble or act melodramatically, so I guess I'm the one left who's a human-shaped natural disaster."

Chen Xiaojun had originally planned to obediently follow Chen Zhang today and help the brothers gain some experience, but now he's become the eye of the storm and the source of disaster. He has a feeling that he's the one who got caught in the crossfire, the ring of fate.

Just before the crimson sonic boom was about to engulf Dust Demon—

The ancient Nether Sea Seven Kill Sword in Chen Xiaojun's hand was silently raised.

There was no earth-shattering burst of power, no dazzling flash of spirit rings.

The dark red blood flowing on the sword suddenly lit up.

An invisible and intangible, yet several times stronger than before, icy will swept out from him like a glacier that had been dormant for millennia suddenly collapsing!

It was not coercion, but the arrival of judgment.

The nearest elite members of the Bone-Digging Gang froze in their charge.

The madness and bloodlust in their eyes were instantly replaced by boundless fear. It was as if a huge "sin" had been branded into the depths of their souls with a cold iron, and their past killings and greed were ruthlessly examined and weighed.

His movements were sluggish, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his soul power instantly froze.

The crimson sonic boom "Blood Prison Soul Shattering Wave" that shot towards Chen Mu twisted and fluctuated violently when it touched the edge of this invisible will domain, emitting a piercing wail. Its speed of advancement was visibly slowed down and dissipated, and the sinister soul power it contained was rapidly dissolved and purified by that pure "negation" will!
Although not completely annihilated, its power has been stripped away layer by layer and greatly weakened.

Even the Ghost Bat Soul Saint, who unleashed this deadly attack, suddenly froze in mid-air.

Deep within his cruel eyes, reflected Chen Xiaojun's dark red, emotionless eyes, a chill originating from his very soul instantly gripped him.

In a daze, he was no longer the hunter, but a sacrifice pushed onto an ancient altar, awaiting final judgment.

His pride in speed and the aura of a Soul Saint appeared pale and laughable in the face of this "judgment".

Chen Xiaojun ignored the residual sonic boom that was weakened by the domain of will but still shot toward Chen Mu, and also ignored the members of the Bone Digging Clan who were nailed to the spot by fear.

His gaze calmly locked onto the bewildered and uncertain Ghost Bat Soul Saint in mid-air.

The tip of the sword points out.

"The Sword of Judgment - The Verdict of Sins".

Fleeting and indifferent, like a verdict.

On the Seven Kill Sword of the Underworld Sea, the dark red blood patterns shone brightly, and an almost invisible sword aura silently slashed out.

This sword energy was not aimed at the physical body; it was more like an invisible law, acting directly on the soul level and locking onto the "karma" that clung to the Ghost Bat Soul Saint, composed of countless sins and the wails of the dead.

Wherever the sword energy passed, space was not torn apart, but it gave people a suffocating feeling that all sins of the world had been pierced and judgment had arrived.

Ghost Bat Soul Saint's pupils contracted sharply, and he shrieked as he crossed his bone wings in front of him, his sixth soul ring bursting with bloody light in an attempt to defend himself. But the invisible sword energy of judgment ignored physical defense and struck precisely the heaviest shackles on his soul.

"Ugh—!"

A shrill, inhuman scream escaped from the throat of the Ghost Bat Soul Saint.

He was stabbed hard, his protective soul power fluctuated violently, and the bone wings on his back cracked inch by inch, spreading out like a spider web. His entire body flew backward, and blood mixed with broken internal organs gushed out of his mouth.

His eyes were filled with horror and excruciating pain from the depths of his soul, a direct judgment of his "sins".

Just as Ghost Bat Soul Saint was lost in thought—

"Lightning Flash!" (A combination of Starfall Strike and Thunderclap)
Chen Mu's figure had already transformed into a streak of blue and white lightning that tore through the air.

He had been waiting for this opportunity for too long. He had been suppressed and unable to use many of his skills.

Dust Shepherd had already appeared less than ten meters away from Ghost Bat Soul Saint.

"Not good!" Ghost Bat Soul Saint was startled awake by a deadly sense of crisis.

After all, he was a Soul Saint, and driven by his fighting instincts, he activated his strongest defense without hesitation!
"Fourth Soul Skill: Ghost Bat Barrier!"

He let out a shriek, and dense shadow soul power surged out wildly, instantly condensing in front of him into a pitch-black barrier several feet thick, composed of countless tiny, dark bat shadows spinning and overlapping at high speed.

This barrier not only possesses extremely strong physical defense, but also has the properties of absorbing energy and weakening mental impact.

However, how could a hasty defense possibly withstand Chen Mu's deadly move?

"Left Arm Bone Soul Skill - Raging Wave Tear Blade!"

A fierce glint flashed in Chen Mu's eyes, and he suddenly swung his left arm out.

A massive, deep blue blade, tens of meters long and compressed from the raging ocean waves, appeared out of thin air and slammed into the Shadow Barrier.

Tsk-!
A piercing tearing sound echoed across the battlefield!
The thick barrier composed of countless bat shadows was sliced ​​open as quickly and forcefully as a hot knife through butter by the 70,000-year-old soul bone technique, which possessed powerful penetrating force and a mental tearing effect.

The deep blue water blade continued its momentum, slashing heavily at the Ghost Bat Soul Saint's crossed arms and chest as he tried to block.

Puff! Snap!

The sound of bones cracking was clearly audible. Ghost Bat Soul Saint was struck as if by a heavy blow, spitting out blood as he flew backward.

Even more terrifying was that the terrifying mental tearing power attached to the Raging Wave Tear Blade rushed straight into his sea of ​​consciousness.

The intense pain of his soul being torn apart and crushed caused him to let out a scream so shrill it was inhuman. His head was throbbing with pain, and his soul power instantly became disordered and collapsed.

The fighter plane is fleeting.

Chen Mu would never let go of this chance to kill!

While you are sick, I will kill you!
"Fourth Soul Skill - Seven Kill Annihilation!"

Chen Mu's figure followed him like a shadow, and the power of this sword was comparable to a ten-thousand-year soul skill!

Swish!
A grayish-white sword light containing the sword intent of annihilation swept past the neck of the Ghost Bat Soul Saint as he flew backward with perfect precision!

The screams of the Ghost Bat Soul Saint abruptly ceased.

A head with a distorted expression flew high into the air, gushing blood.

His headless corpse flew several meters further due to inertia before crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Don't rest your eyes!

(End of this chapter)