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

Chapter 1893 Heavenly Sound Sword Sovereign! One Sword Overturns the Heavens

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But it was all in vain; all of this seemed so futile.

"Clang! Sizzle—Boom!!!"

It could only hold out for less than half a breath against the rapidly rotating, cutting moon disc.

He was propelled by the immense and unstoppable force and the terrifying cutting and shocking power, his feet left the ground, and he was dragged backward like a tattered sack by the moon wheel!

"Pfft!" Amidst the gushing of blood, Xiao Che's arms trembled violently, and his tiger's mouth burst open.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

Xiao Che's body carved a deep furrow into the arena, sending pebbles flying.

He desperately channeled his soul power to resist, but each time he resisted the cutting, his injuries worsened, and blood gushed from his mouth.

The mental shockwaves emanating from the moon caused him a splitting headache and blurred his consciousness.

Finally, to everyone's astonishment, Xiao Che was dragged dozens of meters by the terrifying Moon Wheel Sword Qi. With a final, violent tremor, the Golden Wind Claw Lightning shattered first, and the Vajra Thunder Arm was annihilated inch by inch by the Moon Wheel Sword Qi.

He was thrown like a cannonball, crashing out of the ring and onto the ground outside, rolling several times before losing consciousness. He was covered in blood, a truly gruesome sight.

If Chen Yanwu hadn't deliberately withdrawn most of the destructive sword energy at the last moment, he would have been cut into several pieces!
Inside the Chang'an team's private room, Chu Youwei watched Xiao Che's miserable defeat, biting her lower lip tightly and clenching her fingers slightly, her eyes filled with complex and unfathomable emotions.

He Qiang, standing to the side, took a deep breath, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes, which quickly turned into relief. He reached out and gently patted Chu Youwei's tense hand, silently conveying comfort.

In another private room, the old man who had devoted himself to nurturing Xiao Che—Zhuo Qianren—suddenly flashed a sharp, indescribable light in his usually reserved eyes, which quickly disappeared, returning to his calm and composed state.

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Yu Tianya and Xiao Che were both seriously injured and left the scene.

And this thrilling process happened in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Che's elimination meant that the barrier protecting Ye Zijun collapsed instantly, leaving a fatal gap in the defense.

Ye Zijun was exerting all her strength to activate the Nine Heart Begonia, and pink healing light waves surged toward the direction of the fallen Yutian Cliff.

However, the moment her soul skill left her hand, she looked up and her pupils suddenly dilated!
In her field of vision, there was no longer any noise from the arena, only a huge, beautiful full moon hanging high in the sky!

Its cool, aloof, and mysterious aura, imbued with all the beauty and tranquility of the world, deeply captivated her.

She was stunned, her eyes revealing an incredulous intoxication and bewilderment, her soul captivated by the bright moon.

A hallucination! A mental shock!
This is the starting stance of Chen Yanwu's fourth soul skill, "Shaking the Moon"—a moon illusion constructed with powerful spiritual energy!

But at that moment, the seemingly harmless full moon hanging in the air suddenly erupted with a breathtaking power.

A sharp, incomparably beautiful bluish-white sword light flew out from it, swiftly and silently slicing through Ye Zijun's unsuspecting figure.

Ye Zijun felt her body and soul tremble violently at the same time. An invisible force washed over her limbs and bones, penetrating deep into her soul.

The last vestiges of color drained from her face, and her consciousness, like a candle flickering in the wind, was suddenly extinguished.

The illusory image of the Nine-Heart Begonia dissipated.

Ye Zijun didn't even make a sound before her body swayed and she slowly and softly fell backward.

"Zi Jun!!!"

Yan Zaiyang, who was not far away, had eyes that looked like they were about to burst!
It all happened so fast!

His energy-form unicorn fire typhoon roared and charged wildly toward Chen Yanwu's location.

Unfortunately, it was too late!
Chen Yanwu didn't even glance at the fallen Ye Zijun. Her icy gaze turned to the roaring fire dragon and Yan Zaiyang behind it, and she murmured something in a dreamlike voice.

"Your turn. The Brocade Zither's Third Form: Dream of Butterflies!"

"A dream startled me from the clouds!" Zhuangzi was bewildered by the butterfly; reality and illusion were but a dream.

With a flick of her wrist, Chen Yanwu sent the Illusionary Heart Seven Kill Sword flying out of her hand!
The moment the sword detached, it instantly split and transformed into seven agile and unpredictable butterfly-shaped sword energies, shimmering with azure and deep purple light.

These seven "sword butterflies" fluttered gracefully, incredibly agile, as if flitting through flowers and around trees, their trajectories unpredictable, carrying a melancholic and alluring melody, as they entwined themselves around the menacing one-horned fire dragon.

"Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff..."

A series of light yet deadly cutting sounds rang out.

Each sword butterfly that swept past left a deep wound on the massive fiery energy body, with edges cracked like the patterns on butterfly wings.

The powerful "illusionary mind-controlling" power contained within the sword butterfly directly disrupts the core structure of the flame energy.

The seemingly mighty one-horned fire tyrannosaurus was like a rag doll being cut by invisible threads. After only a few steps, it was cut into several huge pieces of fire with a mournful cry under the entanglement and dance of the seven sword butterflies!
Even before it hits the ground, it rapidly disintegrates and annihilates in mid-air, turning into specks of ashes and dissipating!

Yan Zaiyang was shaken to his core. He roared and unleashed his last burst of flames from his fists, intending to fight to the death in close combat: "Fifth Soul Skill - Tyrannosaurus Burning Heaven Fist!"

Ignoring the giant fiery fist that was tearing through the air, Chen Yanwu brushed her fingertips across the sword spine that was burning with white flames, her resolute killing intent concentrated at a single point.

His right foot moved back, poised to strike, just as his figure was about to shatter—

"The Four Forms of Brocade Zither: The Emperor's Heart!"

"The cuckoo heralds spring!"

Tears of blood and grief fill my heart; my soul has turned to ashes.

The next moment, her figure shattered on the spot, like a mirage!

Only a tiny crack remained in the space.

With one step, the figure shattered!
When it reappeared, it was already on the front side of Yan Zai Yang.

The sword, accompanied by a sonic boom as mournful as a cuckoo's blood-weeping cry, slashed down fiercely.

This strike was not merely a physical attack; it also stirred up deep-seated, painful memories of inadequacy, failure, and humiliation hidden within Yan Zaiyang's heart.

The sword's trajectory left behind blood-red, string-like ripples in the air.

One step shatters! One sword strikes! A mournful cry rises! The heart's defenses crumble!

Chen Yanwu's figure seemed to weave through the cracks in space, constantly teleporting, flashing, moving, and wielding her sword around Yan Zaiyang.

Each teleportation left behind a spatial rift-like afterimage, and each sword swing was accompanied by the soul-stirring cry of the cuckoo and a deep, bone-revealing blood-red sword mark!
"Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle..."

Swords flashed, blood splattered, and cries of agony echoed endlessly!
Breathe!
In the blink of an eye.

When Chen Yanwu's figure solidified for the last time, appearing a few meters behind Yan Zaiyang and slowly sheathing her sword, Yan Zaiyang's majestic body, covered in dark red scales, froze in place.

Thump! Thump! Thump...

Eighteen terrifying sword wounds, deep enough to expose bone and with flesh torn open, suddenly burst open on his body.

Blood gushed out violently from all the wounds!
The raging fiery soul power was extinguished instantly.

Yan Zaiyang's eyes were filled with pain, confusion, and disbelief. He let out a meaningless hoarse sound, and his strong body, as if all the bones had been removed, collapsed forward with a thud, crashing heavily onto the arena and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Blood quickly spread beneath him.

Four swords!

Four people fell!

From the moment Chen Yan danced with her sword and unleashed the Brocade Zither move, to the moment Yu Tianya fell, Xiao Che was slashed and sent flying, Ye Zijun was injured and fell unconscious, and Yan Zaiyang was struck by eighteen swords and collapsed to the ground, the whole process was as fast as lightning, lasting only two minutes!

too fast!
The entire arena fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone was stunned by this swift and devastating offensive.

Chen Yanwu, using the Chen family's inherited sword technique, demonstrated to everyone what true power—the power to overturn the heavens with a single sword—is!
It unconsciously reminds one of her original nickname: Heavenly Sound Sword Master!
Do not worry about having no friends on the road ahead, for who in the world does not know you!
(End of this chapter)