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

Chapter 1790 The Third Saint - One Thousand and One Days

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"Seventh Soul Skill: True Form of the Purple Jade Centipede!"

Amidst the panicked screams, Poison Soul Saint unleashed all his soul power.

A massive centipede-like creature, sixty or seventy meters long, with an eerie jade-like luster and covered in a thick, purple-spotted carapace, suddenly appeared, firmly protecting him at its core.

The Purple Jade Centipede, a top-tier venomous creature, is no less potent than the Six-Winged Golden Centipede. Countless centipede legs frantically flailing, forming the final barrier.

Boom——! ! !
The Nine Suns Great Thunderbolt slammed violently into the body of the giant purple jade centipede!

The intense heat of the blazing fire and the deadly poisonous soul power collided violently, producing a deafening explosion.

The crimson flames scorched the purplish-jade carapace, emitting a sizzling sound of corrosion and vaporization.

The Nine Yang Power, which could suppress all poisons, instantly melted and burned through a large portion of the tough centipede's shell. The enormous centipede's true form let out a painful hiss, and nearly half of its body was charred, carbonized, and disintegrated in the flames.

"puff--!"

Poison Soul Saint was struck as if by lightning, spitting out blood, his aura instantly weakened, his body shook violently, and his huge true form became extremely unstable, on the verge of collapse.

However, the crackdown was not over!

Just as the intense light of the Nine Suns Thunderbolt explosion had not yet dissipated, and the scorching heat wave was still raging—

"Sunspot Sun!" A clear and resounding shout rang out.

Ma Wencai, who had been poised to act, raised his arms high. Above his head, in the center of the dazzling sun, a deep black dot spun rapidly.

The entire sun expanded several times in size, its surface no longer a pure golden-red, but instead wreathed in violently leaping blue-purple magnetic storms, emanating an extremely unstable, destructive aura that threatened to implode and collapse at any moment—[Sunspot Sun]!
This terrifying fireball, following closely behind the Nine Suns Thunderbolt, struck precisely the charred body of the Purple Jade Centipede's true form, which was already badly damaged and had not yet stabilized from the impact of the first round of explosions.

Boom—Buzz!

This explosion was no longer a simple burst of flames, but was accompanied by a terrifying magnetic storm tearing and energy annihilation.

The already crumbling Purple Jade Centipede, under this devastating attack from both inside and outside, let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain, disintegrating inch by inch, completely transforming into countless purplish-black specks of light and highly toxic dust, vanishing without a trace.

The backlash from the forced destruction of the Martial Soul True Body, combined with the terrifying power of the [Black Spot Sun] explosion at close range, broke through the incomplete poison barrier, blasting the Purple Jade Centipede Soul Saint away.

His clothes and armor had long since been reduced to ashes, revealing a horrific, charred body with large areas of torn flesh and exposed bone, and even some limbs showing bizarre twists and breaks.

Blood was flowing from his seven orifices, his eyes were unfocused, and only a last shred of his consciousness remained.

"H-ho!"

Three phantoms, bearing slight scorch marks (abrasions from the aftershocks of the two Yang Flame explosions, but no serious injury) and even more ferocious than before—the Three Poison Beasts—charged with their pent-up rage and pounced on the defenseless Purple Jade Centipede Soul Saint!

"Uh... ah..."

A short, almost inaudible sob, a mixture of pain and relief, rang out before fading into complete silence.

When the phantoms of the three poisonous beasts dissipated, only a dilapidated body remained, its features charred and carbonized, its limbs mutilated and corroded by the deadly poison, exuding a nauseating stench of death mixed with burnt and sweet odors.

The last Soul Saint has fallen!

In an instant, a deathly silence fell.

All that remained were the crackling of the flames, the dripping of melting ice, and the heavy, suppressed breathing of the survivors.

The shock of the three Soul Saints dying in succession completely replaced the last vestiges of ferocity in the eyes of the remaining desperate members of the Bone-Digging Gang with fear.

Chen Xiaojun's combo of attacking and eliminating enemies with lightning speed and sparks was incredibly efficient. He was the main attacker, and the others were finishing him off with extremely high efficiency. If he had been the one to kill them alone, it would not have been so fast, and they might have even escaped.

But he didn't stop. Suddenly, a new and completely different aura of danger rose up from his body!

The indifference in Chen Xiaojun's eyes had not completely faded, but a cold and strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“What a pity…” A barely audible whisper drifted through the blood-soaked air, followed by a clearer, more authoritative declaration:

One thousand and one days!

Before he could finish speaking, an astonishing scene unfolded.

Chen Xiaojun's arms moved with incredible speed, like phantoms, leaving trails of afterimages in the air.

In an instant, dozens of fist-sized, blazing, and rapidly spinning crimson fireballs appeared out of thin air, as if simultaneously ignited and scattered by an invisible hand.

These fireballs are no ordinary ones!

They contain compressed, pure and violent Nine Yang True Qi, which forms their core and surging power.

What's even more chilling is that the surface of each rotating fireball is densely covered and entwined with countless tiny, needle-like, and gleaming sword beams.

This is the unique product of Chen Xiaojun compressing the Nine Yang True Qi into a spiral shape and then cleverly injecting and enveloping it with the sword energy of the Seven Killing Swords of the Underworld Sea—the Nine Yang True Qi Sword Qi Spiral!
These seemingly playful, fiery red balls traced countless dazzling trajectories in mid-air, forming a deadly web:
Some of them were like divine thunder from the heavens, carrying the force of wind and thunder, striking straight towards the densest center of the crowd.

Some, like swirling venomous dragons, traced eerie arcs, darting diagonally towards the Soul Kings and Soul Emperors who had taken cover.

Some, like spinning darts, with a sharp whistling sound, bypassed the front-line defenses and accurately struck the controllers, ranged attackers, and support soul masters at the back of the team.

Some strikes resemble a moon-shaped slash, rotating rapidly along the ground to cut and slash, aiming directly at the enemy's lower body.

Moreover, their numbers are growing exponentially, expanding to hundreds in the blink of an eye.

As if endless and densely packed, it obscured the starlight cast from the cave ceiling, descending upon the elite Bone-Digging Gang led by four other Soul Saints who were fiercely fighting Ding Bingming and the others.

This is the unique soul skill that he combined with Xiao Yi's "One Thousand and One Nights" vine storm and improved and tested in the provincial preliminary competition (Chapter 1402, The Sound of the Tide).

Although he couldn't unleash the terrifying density of three or four thousand vine leaves in an instant like Xiao Yi, the four or five hundred spiral fireballs he poured out in less than ten breaths were enough to make any opponent's scalp tingle!

"No! Disperse!"

"Defense! Soul Skill Defense!"

"Damn it, what the hell is this?!"

The four Soul Saints who were the first to be hit changed their expressions drastically, filled with shock and anger.

Although they were engaged in a fierce battle with Ding Bingming and his men, they had to keep an eye on the every move of this menacing figure, whose actions were truly frightening.

Seeing the overwhelming barrage of "fireballs" radiating terrifying yang heat and sword energy crashing down like a torrential downpour, how could they dare to hold back in the slightest?
The four Soul Saints' Soul Rings erupted with dazzling light almost simultaneously!
Fifth Soul Skill: Earth-Splitting Stone Shield!

"Sixth Soul Skill: Wind Sweeps Away Clouds!"

"Seventh Soul Skill: Rock Turtle True Form!"

"Fourth Soul Skill: Bone Prison Thorns!"

Boom boom boom boom——! ! !
A massive stone shield rose from the ground, howling winds attempted to disperse the missiles, a heavy phantom of a rock tortoise enveloped him, and a wall of sharp bone spikes and thorns surrounded him... The four Soul Saints each used their own methods to resist this sudden barrage of destructive bullets.

However, the truly terrifying aspect of "One Thousand and One Days" lies in its 250% increased attack power, its undefendable density, its tricky angles, and... the destructive power of its instantaneous superposition and chain explosions!
Boom! Boom! Boom boom boom boom—!!!
It was like igniting a powder keg covering the entire area!
(End of this chapter)