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

Chapter 1793 One Sword Overturns All
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Chen Xiaojun stared at the Netherworld Killing Sword (abbreviated) in his hand, whose blood-red light was gradually receding and whose hum was fading away. He muttered to himself, "Tsk, it's all borrowed power. How come the Judgment Sword is so much weaker? Oh right, the Judgment Sword's Sin Judgment only killed one person."

In fact, he also understood that if he hadn't used the "harvesting" special skill of the Netherworld Killing Sword to extract some of the life essence and spiritual power from the hundreds of dead members of the Bone Digging Gang; if he hadn't frantically activated "Qi Gathering" on the battlefield to devour the massive amount of negative Qi such as bloodlust, resentment, and killing intent that permeated the battlefield.

If he hadn't been empowered by terrifying buffs like "Peerless Nobility," "Ruthless Fire and Water," and "Netherworld Scale Vortex," he would never have been able to unleash the "Azure Calamity," a strike comparable to a Title Douluo's full-force attack that could instantly annihilate two defensive Soul Saints.

The deathly silence on the battlefield lasted only a moment.

That terrifying sword strike instantly ignited the final chaos and despair on the entire battlefield!
"Do not--!"

"Run!!!"

The instantaneous annihilation of the Earthshaking Rock Rhinoceros Soul Saint and the Dark Rock Turtle Soul Saint completely crushed the last shred of resistance from the remaining main force of the Bone Digging Group.

The army was defeated like a mountain!
The remaining members of the Bone-Digging Gang had only one thought left: to escape this life-devouring hell. Crying and screaming, they abandoned their armor and rushed madly toward the unblocked passage.

Meanwhile, the morale of the Chen family soared to its peak!
"Kill—!" Ding Bingming, Shao Chunan (Bear Tiger Martial Soul), Gu Yuanchao and others roared, like tigers descending the mountain. With no more defensive Soul Saints to stop them, they used their freed power to pounce on the two remaining Soul Saints—the Dark Wind Weasel Soul Saint and the Black Skull Soul Saint, whose body was shrouded in black aura and whose skeleton was ferocious!
Having witnessed their companions being annihilated like ants, the two Soul Saints were utterly terrified and had no will to fight left.

Faced with the furious attack of Ding Bingming and other powerful figures, they only wanted to break free and flee for their lives.

Meanwhile, the youth group, led by Tianpeng Zhenjun, Chen Mu and others, crushed the fleeing soldiers from the north and fiercely broke through.

To the south, Chen Zhang's reserve force has also arrived, forming a pincer movement with Ding Bingming's troops!

Just as everything seemed to be falling apart and the situation was about to be settled, a fierce, dark golden light tore through the chaos and landed beside Chen Xiaojun.

It is indeed a masterpiece!
A level 75 Soul Saint, he was once one of the deputy captains of his father Chen Xun's guard team. When his Martial Soul awakened, it underwent a benign mutation to the sixth rank. When he was promoted to Soul Saint, he broke through to the seventh rank and gained a new spiritual attribute.

Given the importance of Tiandou City, Jin Hua, a trusted mid-level Soul Saint, was sent here, possibly to replace Ding Bingming.

In his hand was not an ordinary weapon, but a longsword with a peculiar shape, dark in color, and exuding an ominous, sharp metallic aura. It was the Ghost Gold Soul-Splitting Sword, which was formed from his martial soul, the Ram's Horn, and was dripping with crimson blood.

Clearly, he dealt with the two Soul Emperors of the Bone-Digging Team who were blocking his way in a swift and decisive manner.

Zuo Jinhua landed, her voice trembling with excitement: "Young Master, your sword strike... truly shook heaven and earth! I have never seen anything like it in my life!"

He simply couldn't find any other words to describe the destructive power that had annihilated the two saints.

Chen Xiaojun's gaze swept over the sword in his hand, a faint smile playing on his lips: "Uncle Jinhua, you're not bad either. Taking down two Soul Emperors in such a short time, clean and efficient. It seems your 'Fierce Ghost Golden Sheep' isn't far from advancing to the sixth rank, is it?"

Upon hearing this, Zuo Jinhua nodded, her heart filled with concern for her master: "Thanks to the blessings of the young master and the family, there should be hope in a few years. Young master, are you alright? Forcibly wielding such great power, that sword strike... will it have any aftereffects?"

He knew all too well that breaking through a level of power often came at a heavy price.

Chen Xiaojun laughed heartily, his laughter filled with a domineering pride and boiling excitement of battle: "Haha, it's alright! Uncle Jinhua, there's no need to worry. This backlash is still under control." His gaze flashed like lightning as he abruptly turned to the street leading deeper into the ancient castle—the main passage on the right!

There were still many members of the bone-digging gang there.

"Uncle Jinhua," Chen Xiaojun pointed his longsword at the chaotic street in the distance, his fighting spirit soaring, "Are you willing to follow me and fight your way through this passage?!"

Upon hearing this, Zuo Jinhua's blood boiled instantly, his eyes flashed with a sharp golden light, and the Ghost Gold Soul-Splitting Sword in his hand hummed in response. He bowed and clasped his hands, his voice resounding like the clang of metal on metal:
"That is my wish, but I dare not ask! I am willing to be the vanguard for you, young master, and pave this road for you!"

"Alright! Let's go!" Chen Xiaojun let out a clear whistle, and the Netherworld Killing Sword emitted a deep hum once again, with his soul power surging like a tide.

With a swift movement, he transformed into a streak of light carrying the chilling weight of judgment and the lingering effects of war, charging headlong into the right-hand passage where the fleeing soldiers surged.

Zuo Jinhua followed closely behind, and the ferocious ghostly golden sheep phantom roared again, the Ghost Gold Soul-Splitting Sword tearing through the air like a divine blade opening a path!
Two figures, one in front and one behind, plunged into the fleeing enemy tide with unstoppable momentum, their target the core of the ancient castle!
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As the routed soldiers surged forward like frightened birds, the burly man with the Blood Fang War Elephant martial soul, who was in charge of holding the line at the entrance of the passage on the right, had a face ashen.

He was surrounded by seven spirit rings, his arms were crossed, his muscles were bulging, and he exuded a heavy, mountain-like pressure.

"Halt!" His voice boomed like thunder, making the passageway vibrate. "Who told you to retreat?! Get back to where you left off and fight again! Anyone who dares to take a step back will be killed without mercy!"

However, the instinct for survival overcame the fear of the Soul Saint.

The routed soldiers were already terrified by Chen Xiaojun's earth-shattering sword strike and the carnage that resembled a human-shaped natural disaster, so they could no longer listen to orders.
The crowd paused only briefly before pushing and shoving even more violently backward, desperate to escape this hellish place.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!" The Soul Saint at the rear roared fiercely, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. "Where is the supervisory team?! Slay them!"

The elite supervisory team, which had been on high alert, moved at the order, their weapons slashing mercilessly at the fleeing soldiers at the front.

puff!puff!
Several heads, their faces contorted in terror, flew off, scalding blood splattering onto the cold stone walls and the faces of the fleeing soldiers who followed.

The bloody crackdown finally had an effect.

The remaining defeated soldiers stopped in their tracks, and under the pressure of the blood-stained blades of the supervising officers, they cried and trembled, forced to turn around and face the impending wave of death once more.

Just then, the two Dark Wind Weasels and Black Skull Soul Saints who had been fighting Ding Bingyuan and Shao Chunan on the right side of the middle, also in a disheveled state, successfully broke free from their opponents' entanglement by taking advantage of their speed and the cover of the fleeing soldiers, and retreated to the side of the Soul Saint who was holding the line.

With the Bloodfang War Elephant Soul Saint bringing up the rear, along with the four or five hundred gang members who had been forced to turn back by the supervisory team, they barely managed to regroup on the street.

However, morale plummeted.

Ahead lay hell, but their retreat was blocked by the blades of their own commando team.

At the same time, the members of the Bone-Digging Gang, who were engaged in fierce combat with the Ximen family's sword formation on the outer right wing street, also witnessed or vaguely felt the earth-shattering slash from the middle right side.

The Ximen family's Soul Masters were already known for their fierce attacks, with their sword formations like a forest. Their intersecting slashes brought up showers of blood as they roared and pressed forward relentlessly, forcing the enemy on the right flank to a position almost level with the routed soldiers on the central and right flanks.

(End of this chapter)