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

Chapter 1847 The Great Fate Master, the snacks are pretty good, aren't they?

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"Young Master, be careful!" Qin Luguang and Zhu Yanfeng exclaimed.

The cold, deadly needle swept past Qin Luguang and Zhu Yanfeng, and suddenly pierced towards Chen Xiaojun's brow!
However, the anticipated scene of Chen Xiaojun groaning, retreating, or even having a mental breakdown did not occur.

When the sharp needle touched three inches in front of Chen Xiaojun's brow, it seemed to hit an invisible, incredibly tough "water surface".

The air even rippled with extremely fine waves that were almost visible to the naked eye.

hum...

A deep, almost hallucinatory hum echoed briefly in the space.

Chen Xiaojun stood still, his figure not even swaying.

His deep, calm eyes didn't even blink, though two red stars seemed to flash briefly in the depths of his pupils.

Within three feet of him, the invisible barrier that had always kept the bloody aura at bay suddenly revealed a faint yet pure and refined dark golden glimmer, which appeared and disappeared in an instant, silently extinguishing the fatal impact.

However, the next moment, a suffocating scene appeared, and the invisible needle immediately pierced into Chen Xiaojun's brow.

Dou Jing laughed wildly, "Haha... even if I die today, it's all worth it."

"You're courting death!" Qin Luguang roared furiously, his eyes blazing with bloodlust. He took a step forward, his millstone-sized fist carrying a stench of soul power, about to smash Dou Jing's head to pieces on the spot! He could only respond to such an act of daring to attack the young master with the most violent ruthlessness!

"Old Qin! Wait!" Zhu Yanfeng's voice rang out like thunder. He didn't move, but a heavy, mountain-like soul force instantly pressed down on Qin Luguang's fist, forcefully stopping it.

"Old Zhu, you!" Qin Luguang said angrily.

At this moment, Chen Xiaojun's calm voice rang out: "Dou Jing, what are you laughing at?"

Chen Xiaojun opened his eyes, his face still calm.

"What...?!" Dou Jing's hoarse throat only managed to utter one word, the rest stuck in his chest, "You're alright?!"

Zhu Yanfeng grinned and said, "Nonsense, didn't you see that young master blocked your piece of junk earlier?"

Chen Xiaojun chuckled and said, "I want to test the strength of your pure mental piercing that bypasses soul power and is wrapped in malevolent energy. It is indeed quite impressive."

"Test the strength..." Dou Jing's resolute ferocity froze instantly, then transformed into uncontrollable horror and disbelief!

His desperate gamble, risking his last breath, resulted in such a farcical outcome.

"Don't you know that I can absorb a lot of negative energy on the battlefield? You are just supplies."

Chen Xiaojun's words caused Dou Jing to make an extremely dry, strange sound in his throat. His body trembled violently due to the intense backlash and extreme shock, causing the chains on his body to rattle, and fresh blood foam once again spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Zhu Yanfeng's rock-like face twisted into a cold, almost mocking smile: "Oh ho! Deputy Regiment Commander Dou! I really underestimated you! You've got such a cunning and insidious mental weapon hidden away? No wonder that old crocodile Patton was willing to leave you here to take the fall. Turns out you're not only tough, but you also have this 'surprise' waiting for you. This isn't the kind of tricks thugs can pull!"

Zhu Yanfeng's words were like an icicle, striking Yan Zhen's heart hard.

The burly man abruptly turned his head, staring intently at the locked-up Dou Jing: "Vice-Captain?! What... what's going on?! You... when did you..."

Dou Jing ignored Yan Zhen's questioning and remained fixed on Chen Xiaojun, his chest heaving violently.

The shock on his face gradually subsided, eventually turning into a cold, deathly stillness, mixed with an indescribable weariness.

Chen Xiaojun slowly raised his hand, his fingertips gently brushing across the spot where the invisible "barrier" had once appeared between his brows. At that moment, the icy, malevolent needle had just entered the Upper Soul Nest when a sudden change occurred.

Before it could wreak havoc and spread its destructive mental impact within Chen Xiaojun's Upper Soul Nest, it was firmly seized by an even more domineering and powerful suction force.

The thorn was forcibly altered from its trajectory, uncontrollably dragged and pulled toward the black and red cocoon of light suspended deep within the Soul Nest, emanating an ominous and mysterious aura.

And so, it was pulled helplessly into the winding cracks and crevices of the cocoon of light.

"The snacks are pretty good, aren't they?!" Chen Xiaojun's divine voice floated through the air.

The black and red cocoon that had devoured it began to flash rhythmically.

Chen Xiaojun had long ago discovered that this cocoon of light, which was about to hatch and nurture the Great Master of Fate, was not completely dormant.

He didn't know if Xiao Yi's Shao Siming cocoon was the same, but the Da Siming cocoon contained a conscious living being.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have passed on to him such a vast torrent of inherited information.

She certainly wouldn't have deliberately woken him up on the battlefield that day.

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Chen Xiaojun's gaze towards Dou Jing remained calm, causing Dou Jing to instinctively want to look away.

"Deputy Commander Dou, it seems I did underestimate you. Is this the source of your confidence from Patton?"

He took another half step forward, getting even closer to Dou Jing.

The boy's clear, calm voice now carried an invisible, overwhelming pressure, reaching deep into Dou Jing's soul: "You just asked me if I had the ability to pry your mouth open. Now,"

He tilted his head slightly. "Do you think I have that ability?"

Chen Xiaojun's calm questioning was like an invisible hammer, striking the deepest part of Dou Jing.

Dou Jing abruptly closed his eyes, as if unwilling to face this despairing reality any longer.

“Deputy Commander Dou,” Chen Xiaojun’s gaze swept over Dou Jing’s body, which was trembling slightly from the mental backlash, and finally settled on his unfocused pupils, “your mental piercing technique was pure and refined. If it were someone else, they might not be able to resist it.”

"It cannot be achieved through unorthodox methods; it requires specific, high-level inheritance... or long-term immersion and tempering in a powerful spiritual field."

"Is this one of the 'shady' connections between you and the Spirit Temple, and the Golden Crocodile Jin family? Or is it the key barrier that allowed Barton to remain hidden in the underground city for twenty years without being detected?"

"Or perhaps you yourself are a spy for the Spirit Hall? The so-called two major factions are just a charade?!"

Li Wuyai struggled and screamed in agony and rage: "Bullshit! This is a frame-up!"

However, his clamor seemed pale and powerless at this moment.

Yin Jiu shrank into the shadows, no longer daring to make a move.

Mo Li's face was deathly pale, and her lips trembled.

Zhu Yanfeng, with a hint of amusement, turned to the stiff-bodied Yan Zhen: "Yan Zhen! See this?! This is the deputy commander you've been following so faithfully! Dou Jing, you're dragging your brothers to their deaths! You dare to say you know nothing about Patton's affair?!"

(End of this chapter)