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

Chapter 1872 Soul-Severing Silk

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Qingluo's figure moved through the chaotic shadows of the shed roof.

Seeing Gu Yuanchao land behind her and Xin Shouyi and Mai Zheling joining in to quickly stabilize the situation, she frowned slightly.

We can't let these people have the time to interfere with her!
"Summon the Spider!" She activated her soul skill again without hesitation.

A rich, dark green halo spread along her path, and the ground churned once more.

Two or three hundred more dark green venomous spiders hissed and crawled out, fearlessly pouncing on the crowd and Gu Yuanchao, who was trying to chase her.

Just as she used the spider web to swing from the top of a shed full of ingredients to a darker corner deep inside the kitchen, her keen eyes caught sight of the meat-cutting area ahead—a boy about twelve or thirteen years old, about the same height as her, was wielding a thick-backed cleaver and fiercely fighting with seven or eight small spiders.

The boy's eyes were red, his breathing was slightly rapid, and his forehead was covered in sweat, but his hand holding the knife was unusually steady.

At his feet lay the corpses of three or four spiders, their shells shattered or limbs severed by his attack.

"It's him?" Qingluo recognized him as Gu Zijian, the boy who had been responsible for delivering meals to them, the "slaves," over the past two days.

At this moment, Gu Zijian felt little fear, only a surge of fierce determination and focus.

More than ten days ago, during the even more brutal and dangerous battle when Chen Mansion was attacked, he could only watch from afar as his father and other clansmen fought bloody battles, and that sense of powerlessness deeply pained him.

Now that danger has befallen him, it has only served to ignite the resilience within him.

Although these spiders are disgusting and terrifying, swift in movement, and have venomous mouthparts, their single-target attack patterns are relatively simple.

Gu Zijian has been practicing the basic stance of the "Steel Bone Bull Technique"—the Bull Stance—with his father since childhood. Years of medicinal baths and training (which did not completely stop even after failing to awaken his soul power) have made his lower body exceptionally stable, his sense of balance far surpassing that of his peers, and his strength outstanding.

In the village, he started practicing martial arts like all the other children from the age of three, such as his family's "Mighty Bull Demon Fist," which laid a solid foundation for his fighting skills.

Especially after four or five years of learning in the kitchen, wielding that heavy cleaver to process countless chunks of soul beast meat every day, he had already developed a precise, steady, and powerful knife skill.

Although I was nervous about facing a living soul beast for the first time, I was more focused on integrating what I had learned in my daily life.

Using the cutting board and pillars in the meat-cutting area as cover, he moved and dodged steadily, swinging his knife with great force. He instinctively applied the power generation techniques contained in the "Mighty Bull Demon Fist" to his knife skills.

*Thud!* Another spider that tried to pounce head-on was cleaved open by his knife, its dark green juice splattering onto the cutting board.

He sidestepped the venom spray from another creature and slashed off its forelimb with a backhand strike.

Looking at the few demonic spiders he had killed on the ground, Gu Zijian took a deep breath, and a surge of confidence welled up in his chest.

He was confident that he could deal with the remaining threats.

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Without the slightest hesitation, Qingluo swiftly swung her left hand, and a slender yet resilient dark green spider silk (first soul skill - Soul Binding Silk) silently shot out, precisely wrapping around Gu Zijian's right wrist as he gripped the bone-chopping knife.

Gu Zijian was focused on dealing with the spider in front of him when his wrist suddenly tightened. A cold, slippery sensation came over him, and a huge pulling force suddenly struck, causing him to lose his balance and stagger forward.

He subconsciously looked up, his pupils reflecting Qingluo's eerily beautiful, cold and unsettling face, as well as the silhouette of eight menacing spider spears behind her.

"Not good!" Alarm bells rang in Gu Zijian's mind as he realized that the other party wanted to take him hostage!
He reacted with lightning speed; the instant his body was lifted off the ground, his left hand gripped a thick iron pillar supporting the roof. His powerful arm strength and the stable lower body honed through years of stance training prevented him from being immediately thrown away.

However, how can a mortal body without soul power contend with the power of a Soul Emperor?
Qingluo channeled her soul power into the spider silk and pulled hard!
Gu Zijian felt an overwhelming force coming from him. His knuckles rubbed painfully against the cold iron pillar. Even with his superhuman strength, he could only hold on for a second or two before his left hand could no longer grip it. He was pulled into the air like a kite with a broken string and pulled towards Qingluo.

His body flew horizontally through the air, the wind whipping his face. Although Gu Zijian was somewhat panicked, his survival instinct and the ruthlessness in his bones made his mind exceptionally clear.

Just as his body swept past the cutting board, he swiftly grabbed another sharp butcher knife from the board with his left hand and, using the momentum of the pull, slashed fiercely at the dark green spider silk wrapped around his right wrist.

scoff!

The tough spider silk snapped under the sharp blade and immense pulling force.

It's actually quite funny. Qingluo thought Gu Zijian was a Soul Master and was using Soul Binding Silk, but Gu Zijian had no Soul Power, so she was just wasting her time. In fact, because it was a single thread, Gu Zijian used brute force to cut it off with one stroke.

Gu Zijian lost his grip and fell heavily onto the open space between the meat cutting area and the stove, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Zijian!"

The sudden change alerted Xin Shouyi and Mai Zheling, who were not far away.

Gu Yuanchao, who had just stepped into the kitchen courtyard, was even more furious. Seeing his son being attacked and dragged, a surge of blood rushed to his head!
"You dare!" Gu Yuanchao roared, his soul power erupting and his body surging with earthy yellow light as he launched the most direct attack—"Bull Charge"!
His burly body, radiating a ferocious aura, smashed through the debris and scattered spiders blocking his path, charging towards Qingluo and Gu Zijian.

But it's still a hundred meters away!

There were also many small spiders blocking the way, and even if he ran over them like a tank, it would still take him a few precious breaths!

After landing, Gu Zijian rolled over to dissipate the force without pausing at all.

He didn't even look back at Qingluo's location. Relying on his memory and intuition from that brief moment, he exerted force with both hands simultaneously—his right hand holding the cleaver and his left hand holding the butcher's knife—using all his strength to hurl them from two tricky angles towards the approximate location of Qingluo.

We do not seek to harm the enemy, but only to hinder them!
Two kitchen knives came whistling through the air with a heavy whooshing sound.

Qingluo frowned slightly. For a Soul Emperor, the speed and strength of this attack were not a concern, but its angle was indeed somewhat unexpected.

With a slight sway, she effortlessly dodged the two throwing knives, like a ghost.

Taking advantage of the split second, Gu Zijian scrambled to his feet and lunged toward the stove.

He overturned a heavy solid wood cutting board in front of him, the thick plank crashing to the ground, temporarily serving as a makeshift shield between him and Qingluo.

However, this was useless in front of the Soul Emperor.

A cold glint flashed in Qingluo's eyes, and several sharp spider silk threads, glowing with an eerie light, shot out from her fingertips.

Puff puff puff!

The resilient spider silk easily pierced through the thick wooden table. Qingluo's wrist trembled slightly, and a hidden force was transmitted through the spider silk.

Click! Boom!
The entire thick solid wood cutting board was torn apart and shattered into several flying wood chips.

The other spiders did not stop at all, and once again coiled like venomous snakes towards Gu Zijian, who was hiding behind them, through the sawdust and dust.

(End of this chapter)