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

Chapter 1861 Wielding the Sword, Cutting People

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Chen Xiaojun walked back along the cold, hard rock corridor.

The unique, chilly air deep within the Ironjaw Fortress Mountains carried mineral dust and a faint smell of blood. The soul-guiding lamps on the wall cast flickering shadows, lengthening and shortening his silent figure.

Just after turning a corner, a faint yet sharp noise came from the side yard ahead, breaking the silence of the passageway.

That was the courtyard where he had heard the clanging of chains and shouts when he passed by earlier—the place where adult male soul masters and strong laborers (including the "miners") who had been kidnapped by the Bone-Digging Gang were imprisoned.

Chen Xiaojun did not stop walking, but his direction changed slightly as he silently walked towards the heavily guarded courtyard gate.

Upon seeing him, the Imperial Guards at the gate immediately bowed and silently opened the heavy iron gate.

The scene inside the courtyard came into view.

On the dusty open ground, hundreds of haggard, ragged men stood or sat, their gazes fixed on the center of the courtyard with complex expressions.

There, Chen Mu stood with his arms crossed, his face ashen, with Gu Yuanchao and Ma Liang standing beside him, both looking equally displeased.

Confronting them were dozens of agitated men waving their arms, the leader of whom had the loudest voice, spitting as he spoke.

"Why are we being locked up! You wiped out the Bone-Digging Gang, what does that have to do with us? We're just forced laborers who were captured!"

"Exactly! Isn't the Chen family a prestigious family? Are they going to follow the example of the Bone-Digging Gang and treat us like slaves?"

"Let us go home! We want our freedom! Your Chen family can't be doing such despicable things!"

"Yes! Let us go! We are not your spoils of war!"

The leader was a man in his thirties, with a fairly muscular build, and a face that carried a shrewd, mercenary air and a deliberately exaggerated "fearlessness."

He clearly understood the Chen family's "face" and "upright conduct" as a top-tier family, believing that the other party would not dare to use force against them, the "innocent ones," and his words were full of inflammatory rhetoric.

Many people around him were swayed by him and joined in the commotion, while most others remained silent and watched with flickering eyes, clearly observing how the Chen family would handle this sudden "public opinion."

Chen Mu's voice carried icy anger and the oppressive aura of a Soul King: "Shut up! You are prisoners of war, and we rescued you from the Bone-Digging Gang at our own expense! Freedom? You can leave if you want, but follow the rules! If you dare to cause trouble again, don't blame me for being impolite!"

"Rules? What rules? You just want to keep us as free labor!" The leader retorted, his neck stiff, refusing to back down, and even raising his voice a few decibels. "Look at this, everyone! Is this how the Chen family treats its guests? They won't dare do anything to us! We are human beings, not livestock!"

A fierce glint flashed in Gu Yuanchao's eyes, and his soul power surged suddenly. The powerful aura of a 69th Soul Emperor surged out like a tide, instantly making the leader's face turn pale, and the surrounding noise also stopped.

Just as he was about to shout angrily, a steady hand gently pressed down on his shoulder.

The force from that palm wasn't great, but it instantly severed Gu Yuanchao's about-to-explode soul power.

Gu Yuanchao turned his head in surprise and saw Chen Xiaojun standing beside him at some point.

The boy's expression was calm and undisturbed, but his eyes were as deep and unfathomable as a bottomless, icy pool.

Gu Yuanchao immediately concealed his aura, respectfully took half a step back, and whispered, "Young Master."

The once noisy courtyard fell into an eerie silence because of Chen Xiaojun's silent appearance and his action of pressing down on Gu Yuanchao.

Hundreds of eyes were fixed on this excessively young boy.

Seeing Chen Xiaojun stop Gu Yuanchao from making a move, the leader's sliver of hope that "the Chen family wouldn't dare to act for fear of damaging their reputation" grew stronger. He seemed to have found a reason, and his courage swelled again. Pointing at Chen Xiaojun, he shouted, "Look! Even this young master understands we can't act recklessly! We just want to go home! The Chen family is the foremost family in the world; we value reason and reputation! You can't..."

Chen Xiaojun didn't look at him, nor at anyone else.

His gaze seemed to be fixed on a point in the void, yet it also seemed to pierce through everything before him.

He didn't say a word, as if the surrounding noise had nothing to do with him.

Just as the leader thought Chen Xiaojun was speechless and was about to incite the crowd again, Chen Xiaojun moved. He slowly raised his right hand, and a long sword with a dark blue body and a cold, Styx-like aura appeared silently in his hand.

The tip of the sword pointed diagonally at the ground, dragging across the hard, rough surface with each step he took, making a soft "sizzling" sound and sending up a few tiny sparks.

Step by step.

His steps were not fast, but unusually steady.

Every step felt like stepping on everyone's heartbeats.

A chilling, murderous, and terrifying sword intent, capable of annihilating all life, spread out from him like an invisible ice storm, instantly freezing the air.

The leader, who had just been shouting, froze on the surface with pride and excitement, his face turning into boundless fear.

He felt as if his blood was about to freeze from the invisible killing intent, and his tongue was tied in knots, unable to utter the next words.

“What…what do you want to do?! Threats…you can’t threaten me! Your Chen family…is the number one family in the world…no…you can’t do whatever you want!Speak…speak the law…” he shouted fiercely but was actually weak inside, his body trembling and backing away involuntarily.

Chen Xiaojun finally walked up to him and stopped.

Those eyes finally landed on the leader's face, which was contorted with fear.

Chen Xiaojun tilted his head slightly, a faint, cold smile playing on his lips: "What's your name?"

The leader was taken aback by the sudden question and stammered instinctively, "Sherry...Sherry! Sherry Luke!"

It's strange for a man to have this name.

“Sydney?” Chen Xiaojun repeated the name softly, his cold smile seeming to widen slightly. “A nice name.”

While Sherry Luke was still stunned, wondering why the other person had suddenly commented on her name, Chen Xiaojun's next sentence, like the whisper of death, floated down her throat:

"It's time for the blood to be separated."

"What?!" Sherry Luke's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints, and an unprecedented, deadly chill shot straight up her spine to the top of her head!

The moment he finished speaking, he felt his vision suddenly rise and spin.

Below, a headless body stands stiffly, the severed neck as smooth as a mirror, and then blood gushes out like a fountain!

Boom!
A head rolled into the dust two meters away, its face still frozen in extreme terror and bewilderment—it was Sherry Luke.

The azure sword light flashed and disappeared in an instant. The Seven Killing Swords of the Underworld Sea had been retrieved by Chen Xiaojun, and there was not a trace of blood on the sword.

Dead!

Absolute silence enveloped the entire courtyard.

Those who had been shouting and jeering earlier were now deathly pale, their bodies stiff, and they could barely breathe.

Those onlookers, each with their own thoughts, were now either as if they had been choked or had become much quieter.

All the wishful thinking, all the testing, all the "spectator" mentality were crushed in the face of that rolling head.

Silence, like a solid block of lead, weighed heavily on everyone's heart.

Chen Xiaojun didn't even glance at the corpse or the headless scene again.

He turned away indifferently, dragging the dark blue longsword that seemed capable of swallowing light, and walked step by step toward the courtyard gate.

The sword tip still touched the ground, emitting a monotonous and piercing "sizzle" sound. The sparks were faint, yet they felt as if they were treading on everyone's soul.

(End of this chapter)