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

Chapter 132 Pope Bibi Dong! Heading to Wuhun City for the Soul Master Tournament Finals (Bonus Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

this day.

The Heavenly Dou Empire has five teams.

Under the protection of five hundred royal knights.

They set off in a grand procession toward Wuhun City, the venue for the Soul Master Tournament finals.

Above officialdom.

Knights wielding spears and shields formed an iron torrent.

Surrounding the central six luxurious carriages, each pulled by eight foals.

The most crucial one.

The carriages are decorated with the emblem of the brilliant stars that symbolize the Heavenly Dou Empire.

That was Prince Xue Qinghe's carriage.

The Emperor will not be attending the Snow Night event due to being preoccupied with state affairs and being unwell.

Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, as the highest representative of the empire, went to Wuhun City to serve as a judge for the final round.

It's a long way to go.

From Heaven Dou City to Martial Soul City.

It will take about twenty days.

Half a day later.

Yu Tianheng lifted the carriage curtain.

Looking out at the official road that winds its way to the horizon.

He clenched his fists tightly.

The knuckles were all bluish-white.

The suppressed lightning in his eyes was almost bursting out.

"finally……"

"The finals are finally here!"

"The Golden Generation of the Spirit Hall!"

Dugu Yan's dark green eyes narrowed.

"The three members of the Golden Generation are all holders of the Spirit Hall's Purple Record Medal, which is the highest honor bestowed by the Spirit Hall upon young Soul Masters."

"That fox spirit girl, Hu Liena, is a core member of the Golden Generation and a direct disciple of the Pope..."

She touched her right arm.

Word by word.

"It was her who crushed my arm bone."

Yu Feng, Aos Luo, and the Shi brothers all wore expressions of resentment.

They were also humiliated and swept aside by the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation.

And the news spread throughout Tiandou City.

That deep-seated humiliation and hatred often caused them to wake up in the middle of the night, almost turning it into a nightmare.

Even the usually aloof Ye Lingling...

A rare fierce glint appeared in his azure eyes.

At this time.

Their gazes simultaneously turned to the corner of the carriage.

The white-clad boy leaning against the wall, seemingly asleep.

Without Li Bai...

With the three members of the Golden Generation possessing Soul King levels of over 50 and terrifying combat power capable of challenging opponents of higher levels, they saw no chance of victory.

But with Li Zhexian...

That gives us hope.

Perhaps it was because their gaze was too intense.

Li Zhexian slowly opened his eyes and stretched.

"Ugh, it's so stuffy in the car, I'm going out for some fresh air."

Yu Tianheng and the others didn't think much of it.

Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling exchanged a glance.

After a few breaths.

He quietly followed them out.

as predicted.

Li Zhexian whispered a few words to his guards before boarding the carriage belonging to Crown Prince Xue Qinghe.

"As expected, the immortal brother went to find His Highness the Crown Prince."

Dugu Yan crossed her arms over her chest, making her voluptuous curves appear even more breathtaking.

Ye Lingling whispered:

"Besides Li Zhexian, I've never seen anyone else get into the Crown Prince's carriage."

Dugu Yan glanced at her sideways.

"Lingling blames you!"

"If it weren't for you, I would have found out whether the Immortal Brother was... you know... back in the Blue Lightning Clan..."

Ye Lingling was taken aback at first.

She immediately realized what was happening, and her pretty face flushed red with embarrassment.

"You...you still bring it up! It's the same no matter who you talk to!"

Tang San lowered the curtain, his face cold.

Shrek's carriage seemed much emptier.

Initiated by oneself.

Yu Xiaogang then disappeared without a trace.

Even Tang San was not told where he was going.

Liu Erlong's already volatile temper became even more unpredictable as a result.

Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu were not in the car either.

Following the conflict at Shanxiangfang.

It's even uncertain whether Zhu Zhuqing is still at Shrek Academy.

She went to a carriage by herself, and Xiao Wu, for some reason, accompanied her.

Dai Mubai, who had been feigning sleep, opened his eyes, and his bloodshot, malevolent gaze met Tang San's.

They both understood what the other meant. In their hearts.

He defeated and humiliated Li Zhexian on the field.

Its importance has even surpassed winning the championship.

Ning Rongrong pursed her lips, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and gazed at the fleeting scenery outside the window, lost in thought.

They saw Li Zhexian lift the curtain and enter.

Xue Qinghe smiled as he closed the file in his hand.

She lifted the lid of the jade plate on the table.

Instantly.

A chilling aura surged forth.

The plate was filled with tempting fruits, each one as red as a ruby.

"You've come at the perfect time, we've been waiting for you."

Li Zhexian sat down across the Xueqing River and unceremoniously took the peeled fruit from her and stuffed it into his mouth.

This fruit is juicy and sweeter than the lychee of my previous life.

The two chatted and laughed.

One was focused on peeling, while the other ate with relish.

More accurately, Xue Qinghe meticulously peeled the skin, while Li Zhexian enjoyed the meal.

When only one piece remains in the dish.

Xue Qinghe pretended not to give an inch and began to compete with Li Zhexian for it.

finally.

She proudly held the fruit to her lips.

He raised an eyebrow at Li Zhexian in a provocative manner.

Only then did he swallow with satisfaction.

"Oh, right, Li Zhexian..."

Xue Qinghe seemed to remember something, pulled out a silk handkerchief, wiped the juice from her fingertips, and said seemingly casually:
"Thousand-foot Snow..."

"I asked you to ask."

She asked, "If she can make it back for the finals, would you be willing to meet with her?"

"of course."

Li Zhexian answered without hesitation.

Xue Qinghe's face broke into a bright smile.

A faint light shimmered at her fingertips.

She took out a pale yellow pillow from her soul tool and handed it to Li Zhexian with a slightly flushed face.

"You can rest here for a while. I still have a few files to review."

Li Zhexian accepted it.

Don't say it.

He was indeed a little sleepy.

When Li Bai rested his head on the pillow, a faint, refreshing fragrance lingered around his nose.

This pillow is clearly Xue Qinghe's everyday pillow.

Gazing at the boy's peacefully sleeping profile, a gentle light appeared in Xue Qinghe's eyes.

however.

Thinking of the dangers lurking on this twenty-day journey.

A chilling ferocity suddenly surged deep within her eyes.

Once you enter Wuhun City.

If that woman wanted to make a move against Li Zhexian again, she would face many obstacles.

and so……

Based on her understanding of that woman.

On this long journey, there will inevitably be a calamity aimed at killing Li Zhexian.

Hearing the boy's even and steady breathing beside him, Xue Qinghe's fierceness slowly subsided.

"Li Zhexian won't say..."

"But I understand why he joined the Royal Fighting Team..."

"Firstly, it's to avenge the seven members of the Imperial Fighting Team; secondly, it's to retaliate against the Spirit Hall's pursuit."

"Helping the Emperor win the championship will accumulate merit for me... that is the third reason."

She quietly got up.

He sat down beside the sleeping Li Zhexian.

She carefully reached out her hand, her fingertips trembling almost imperceptibly, and gently brushed her hand across the boy's handsome face.

"Li Zhexian, I won't let anything happen to you."

Wuhun City.

The majestic Papal Palace rises deep into the clouds.

The gilded dome gleamed with a lava-like sheen.

Twelve pillars, shaped like the segments of some giant insect, support the magnificent palace gate, which is hundreds of meters high.

Within the main hall.

The ground, paved with 19,000 pieces of black jade, was so smooth it reflected the rows of ever-burning lamps on both sides.

Inside the lamp, oil taken from some kind of ten-thousand-year-old soul beast burned, emitting a strange and calming fragrance that wafted through the spacious hall.

Three young figures knelt on one knee, heads bowed deeply.

Their demeanor was so respectful as to be almost humble.

Even out of the corner of their eye, they dared not touch the being who sat high on the throne.

At the end of the main hall.

On the papal throne, carved from a piece of blood marrow jade.

Eight menacing, bone-spiky decorations extend from the back of the chair.

The figure seated atop it was shrouded in a purple mist of soul power...

　Sorry, dear readers...

　　I fell asleep while writing this in the early hours of the morning...

　　Two chapters will be released before 8 PM tonight, and another chapter will be released at midnight.

　　
　
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