Douluo Continent: A Fallen Immortal Descends to Earth, Slaying Gods with a Drunken Sword

Chapter 120: A Plea for Li Zhexian to Don Armor and Become Commander, A Reprimand from the Spirit Hall (Bonus Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)
Li Zhexian once said that he would never go to the Ye family again.

But this time, I had no choice but to go.

Stepping into the medicinal-scented side room of the Ye residence.

Li Zhexian's gaze fell upon the scene on the couch, and his hands suddenly clenched tightly in his sleeves.

Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, Yu Tianheng... the seven members of the Imperial Battle were on their last breaths.

Their clothes were soaked in blood, and their faces were ashen.

The most terrifying thing is...

Each person has an arm twisted into an inhuman shape.

The white bone fragments pierced the skin and flesh.

Mother Ye summoned the Nine-Heart Begonia Martial Soul, and a surge of healing light rained down upon her.

The seven men recovered quickly from their terrible injuries.

The atmosphere inside the room was heavy as lead.

Dugu Bo and Yu Yuanzhen, both titled Douluo, had ashen faces as they looked at their juniors.

The arrival of Li Zhexian.

This eased the tension between the two men.

She nodded slightly to him.

Li Zhexian stepped forward quickly and asked:

"How's it going?"

Dugu Bo's voice was hoarse, and his gaze never left Dugu Yan, whose face was deathly pale.

"Thanks to the Ye family's Nine Heart Begonia."

"Otherwise, the Soul Master Competition will begin tomorrow."

"Even though the Royal Fighting Team has no matches, it is still a huge disgrace for them to appear in public like this."

His emerald green eyes were brimming with murderous intent.

In the end, it all turned into a bitter sigh.

People feared his name, Poison Douluo.

Even powerful titled Douluo are unwilling to provoke him.

They could face the Spirit Hall, which possessed 80% of the continent's top experts.

Dugu Bo felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

"This is not a typical conflict between juniors."

Arcs of lightning flickered within Yu Yuanzhen's hair.

His words seemed calm, but they contained the oppressive tension of an impending storm.

"It's likely that the younger generation of the Spirit Hall received instructions."

"Deliberately using ruthless methods to trample on the seven members of Tianheng on the eve of the competition!"

"The Spirit Hall's wolfish ambitions are no longer worth hiding?"

Dugu Bo and Yu Yuanzhen both couldn't understand why the Spirit Hall would resort to such a vicious act.

Li Zhexian already had a vague idea in his mind.

On the way back to Tiandou City from Fengjian Sect last time.

Because he was too close to Qian Renxue.

The Pope of the Spirit Hall dispatched more than a dozen powerful figures to ambush and kill him on the way.

He expected it.

It must have been that Qian Renxue spoke disobediently afterward, angering the Pope.

This matter...

It was the Pope's reprimand of Qian Renxue.

It was also a warning to Li Zhexian: the Spirit Hall's manhunt was far from over.

In the blink of an eye, Li Zhexian glanced at Xue Qinghe beside him without making a sound.

The Xueqing River remains calm.

however.

Deep within those gentle eyes.

Yet it harbors a chilling ferocity.

Li Zhexian was about to speak.

Suddenly, a series of hurried and rapid footsteps sounded outside.

The retainer led Feng Xiaotian, Huyan Li, Huo Wushuang, Huo Wu, and several others over quickly.

Seeing the miserable state of the seven members of the Imperial Fighting Clan on their beds.

The expressions on their faces changed drastically.

"The Spirit Hall team is going too far!"

Li Zhexian frowned.

How did you find out?

He received Xue Qinghe's message with lightning speed; how did Feng Xiaotian and the others find out?!
Huo Wushuang said angrily:

"The news that the Royal Fighting Team 1 was severely injured by three members of the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation."

"It has already spread throughout Tiandou City."

This statement came out.

Everyone's expressions changed again.

How long has it been since the Royal Fighting Team returned to the city?
The news had already spread like wildfire throughout the city!

This is clearly the Spirit Hall stirring things up behind the scenes!

Dugu Bo was surrounded by a chilling aura.

"What a vicious scheme."

"Before the Soul Master Competition even started, Heaven Dou City already knew about the disastrous defeat of the Royal Battle."

"At that time, what confidence will the common people have in the Royal Fighting Team? Even if the seven members of the Royal Fighting Team recover from their injuries, this shadow will inevitably affect their mentality and weaken their combat power."

"The Spirit Hall's actions are intended to humiliate the Heaven Dou Empire."

Inside the large side room.

The air was oppressive and suffocating.

At this time.

Under the treatment of Ye Mu.

The external injuries on the seven people have mostly healed.

The weakness from the depletion of his soul power had not yet dissipated. "Brother... the banished immortal..."

Yu Tianheng slowly opened his heavy eyelids and looked at Li Zhexian.

Those once spirited eyes now hold only deep frustration.

"I thought..."

"Through such arduous training, his strength has improved significantly."

"In this competition, we said we were aiming for the top three, but we certainly had our sights set on winning the championship."

His voice was hoarse, filled with bitterness.

"But we lost."

"We don't even have the right to fight back against those three from the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation."

"Brother Banished Immortal..."

Yu Tianheng, Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, and the other three all looked at Li Zhexian with burning desire and hope.

"I beg you..."

"Join the Royal Fighting Team..."

Ye's mother, Dugu Bo, and Yu Yuanzhen remained silent.

This is a choice made by the younger generation.

Feng Xiaotian, Huo Wushuang, and the others looked at Li Zhexian in shock.

Why didn't Li Zhexian join the Royal Fighting Team?
Is it really necessary to miss this grand event for Soul Masters?
“Brother Immortal, you…”

Feng Xiaotian was about to speak.

Li Zhexian raised his hand, cutting off his words.

"You can rest and recover without worry."

"Remember to attend the opening ceremony of the Soul Master Competition tomorrow."

Say it.

He turned around and walked out the door with Xue Qinghe.

He left behind a series of gazes intertwined with resentment, disappointment, and a glimmer of hope.

On the way back.

Xue Qinghe bowed his head in silence.

Li Zhexian remained silent.

The two walked through the streets and alleys.

The voices of the people discussing the matter clearly reached my ears.

"Sigh, the Spirit Hall is truly formidable!"

"Disgraceful! Utterly disgraceful! I thought the Royal Fighting Team was so strong, but before the tournament even started, they were carried back by someone else!"

"Have you heard? The Spirit Hall only sent three people, and they crippled the Royal Fighting Team!"

"The gap is too big. I wonder if Jianjiu can beat him?"

We walked to the lotus lake.

Li Zhexian asked:
"Will the heavy blow to the Royal Fighting Team affect you?"

Xue Qinghe smiled.

"The Soul Master Competition is just icing on the cake."

Even without such achievements, no one can shake his position as Crown Prince.

Her words were firm and genuine.

There is indeed no one in the Tiandou royal family who can threaten her position as crown prince.

But now.

Leaving aside his political achievements for the time being.

What truly infuriated Xue Qinghe was...

It was that woman's warning and admonition.

This means that the woman is very likely to attack Li Zhexian again!
Thinking of this.

Xue Qinghe could no longer suppress the anger surging in his chest.

The Soul Master Tournament will begin tomorrow.

After lunch.

Xue Qinghe then returned to the palace to handle government affairs.

Li Zhexian returned to the courtyard alone.

Push open the courtyard door.

His gaze was drawn to something under the plum tree.

It was a neatly folded white and gold team uniform.

Team uniform chest area.

A crown emblem gleams.

This is the uniform of the captain of the Royal Fighting Team.

Li Zhexian walked to the table and brushed his fingertips across the crown emblem.

The next day.

The opening ceremony of the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament, Heaven Dou Empire Division, was grandly launched at the Great Soul Arena.

This top-level event in the world of Soul Masters attracted countless eyes.

From royalty and nobility to ordinary citizens, everyone regards it as the most important festival on the mainland.

Tickets for the opening ceremony.

It was sold out months ago.

The morning light is slightly dew.

The sky was just beginning to glow with a touch of orange-red.

Outside the newly renovated Heavenly Battle Arena, crowds surged, and the streets were deserted.

People just wanted to catch a glimpse of the young Soul Master geniuses up close on the opening day.

All the teams gathered in the waiting area.

The members of the Royal Fighting Team, Divine Wind Academy, Blazing Fire Academy, and Elephant Armor Academy frequently glanced at the empty entrance passage.

Their eyes dimmed slightly.

That familiar figure.

It still hasn't appeared.

(End of this chapter)