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

July 15th is the festival of the underworld, when the gates of hell open and yin and yang meet.

In the vast five southwestern counties of the Fasno Province, many aristocratic families and sects followed ancient rituals and held grand ancestor worship ceremonies. The Tianlang Sect was no exception. On this dark night, they remembered the kindness of their ancestors.

Tianlang Mountain is majestic, with steep cliffs on three sides and a flat corner on the south side. The Tianlang Sect is located here, relying on the mountain and showing the majesty of the sect.

During the day, everyone in the sect had respectfully completed the memorial service for the sect's ancestors. The scene was solemn and grand. Thousands of disciples and apprentices gathered together to reminisce about the past and pass on the torch. It was very lively.

As the sun sets in the west, the sect becomes brightly lit, banquets are held one after another, people laugh and talk, eat meat and drink wine, everyone is having a great time, sharing the joy of the feast.

Deep inside the inner hall, on the main table, Sect Master Lang Chengming sat in the center, with Grand Elders Lang Weiyuan and Lang Weihong on either side. All three were top powerhouses in the sect—Contra level beings.

They gathered together with the Great Elder Wang Zhen and several Soul Saint elders. They drank and chatted, and the atmosphere was quite lively.

"Master, congratulations! The sect's income has increased greatly this year, 20% more than last year. Especially in the mining area, new black iron ore has been discovered, and the output is frighteningly high." Financial Elder Kang Yuxiang spoke first, unable to hide his joy in his words.

"Yes, yes, our business in Tianlang City is booming. In the past few years, our revenue has also increased by leaps and bounds, especially the slave trade. Master, you have a wide range of connections, and you have found a good way for us to make money." Elder Duan Ziyue also echoed with a smile on his face.

"This is all thanks to the wise leadership of the sect leader. The Tianlang Sect is making rapid progress and will surely be even more glorious in the future." Great Elder Wang Zhen added at the right moment, his voice like a loud bell, inspiring everyone.

"Speaking of which, Great Elder, you have also broken through to level 79 this year. I believe you will be able to become a Soul Douluo in one or two years. By then, if we join forces, the Tianlang Sect may be able to take this opportunity to break through the regional restrictions and officially march into Chang'an County without having to use white gloves like before."

Duan Ziyue's proposal made everyone present see the light of day.

However, at this moment, the supreme elder Lang Weiyuan suddenly put the cup on the table with an unhappy look on his face.

Obviously, these words just now touched Lang Weiyuan's heartstrings like ice. His face became gloomy and he could not hide his anger.

"Humph, Zhenghui got into trouble in Chang'an City this year. Are you bringing this up today to make things difficult for me?"

There was obvious anger and sadness in his tone.

As everyone knows, today is Ghost Festival. Mentioning Chang'an City naturally reminds him of his deceased disciple Zhenghui.

For a moment, the atmosphere at the table became a little awkward.

Fortunately, another supreme elder, Lang Weihong, came out to smooth things over. He patted Lang Weiyuan on the shoulder and said, "Weiyuan, calm down. They didn't do it on purpose. Look, my disciple Hua Tiguang hasn't come back yet. Calm down."

Lang Weihong's words calmed Lang Weiyuan's anger a little. Although he was not completely calm, he was no longer so excited.

After all, although Lang Weihong's strength is not as good as his, he is a few years older than him and is his cousin, so his words naturally carry weight.

Lang Weiyuan closed his eyes, but he still felt upset.

In the past few days, the news from Bu Ren Building made him upset. Not only did the mission fail, but it also gave him a new understanding of Chen Xiaojun's strength.

Those guys who were supposed to be top killers actually fell into Chen Xiaojun's hands. How could he not be angry?

But no matter how annoyed he was, he was more worried about whether the Chen family would come to his house.

However, on second thought, Bu Ren Lou is a professional killer organization after all, and they will not easily reveal the buyer's information.

Thinking of this, he felt a little more at ease.

Suddenly, a loud and unusual sound of sword pierced the sky. The moonlight was bright and the cold wind carried a chilling fighting spirit.

Everyone in the atrium square looked up, their eyes spanning a distance of hundreds of meters, and saw two figures leisurely floating in the void, standing in the air, as if walking on water.

There were several people around, standing proudly with their feet on glittering swords, flying on their swords, looking imposing.

"Title Douluo! And there are two of them!" Exclamations came one after another. There were many people in the crowd who knew what they were doing. They immediately realized that the visitors were not well-intentioned. They were very familiar with the routines of the soul master world.

"On July 15th, the gates of hell open! The Sirius Gate will no longer exist tonight!" A cold voice came from the depths of the void, without any emotion, but it shook people's hearts.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely terrifying pressure spread from the void, like a mountain torrent, sweeping across the entire Tianlang Mountain.

Under this pressure, the space seemed to be squeezed by invisible hands, storms arose, and the sky and the earth changed color.

The person who spoke was surrounded by sword light, like the brightest blue moon in the night sky. Not only did he illuminate the surrounding darkness, but he also made himself the unique focus in this world.

The one who spoke was Sword Power Douluo Chen Hong, the great elder of the Chen Family and a level 95 Titled Douluo. He had also risen one level in the past few years.

He sang in a low and high voice: "My body is like a sword, my heart moves at will!"

As the chanting sounded, the ancient and solemn Buddhist chanting echoed between heaven and earth. Behind it, the sword light rose into the sky like a giant dragon, not only tearing the tranquility of the night sky, but also stirring up the changes in the wind and clouds.

"Awaken the bright moon one day, and shine upon my arms full of ice and snow, and the mighty rivers flowing. The whale has not yet swallowed the sea, but the sword energy is already flowing!"

"Ninth Soul Skill - Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Deep Sea Whirlpool!"

A huge soul power vortex slowly took shape in the sky, absorbing the soul power from all around as it rotated.

Then, thousands of sword lights burst out from the vortex, turning into stars that covered the sky. The power was so great that it inspired awe, and fear surged like a tide.

At this moment, whether it was the thousands of disciples in the Tianlang Sect or those powerful people with profound cultivation, they all felt an unprecedented sense of oppression. They were placed under a sea of ​​swords, and even the dust in the air was trembling, and could be crushed into dust at any time by this force.

Thousands of sword lights descended from the sky with unparalleled might, slamming down towards the Tianlang Sect, vowing to wipe out all obstacles.

The scene was so spectacular that it shocked people.

This is not only a display of strength, but also a perfect interpretation of Chen Hong's pursuit of swordsmanship, the Yunshui swordsmanship, the way of the sea of ​​swords.

The sword lights poured down like a waterfall, each one containing extremely penetrating power. The sky above the Sirius Gate seemed to be pierced by countless stars. The light was dazzling but also full of dangers.

The disciples who were originally drinking and chatting at the banquet were now in a panic. They were either looking for shelter or using their spirit skills to resist the sudden attack, but facing such a terrifying downpour of swords, their efforts seemed so insignificant.