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

Chapter 147 Bibi Dong's Methods, Li Zhexian: Dai Mubai, you have never caught my eye.

"Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope..."

Li Zhexian uttered respectful words.

however.

His tone was flat.

There was not a trace of reverence in his expression.

Especially at this moment.

He was still holding Dai Mubai, who was struggling on his own, in his hand.

This attitude is clearly a sign of contempt for the Supreme Pope.

Royal Battle Preparation Zone.

He saw Li Zhexian instantly defeat Dai Mubai.

Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, and the others were just beginning to show signs of joy.

Immediately, he was startled by his "great disrespect" towards the Pope, and his expression changed slightly.

Bai Baoshan was deeply worried.

"It's understandable that the Immortal was resentful after the Spirit Hall sent people to assassinate him."

"But...but that's the Pope..."

Ye Lingling frowned.

"Compared to the Pope sending Title Douluos to assassinate him without any reason, Li Zhexian was already being very polite."

Dugu Yan's words were even more vehement.

"Does possessing supreme power grant one the right to kill at will?"

"Are we supposed to greet them with a smile and wait to be slaughtered? My immortal brother is right!"

Yu Tianheng, Yu Feng, and the others all felt the same way and nodded indignantly.

See this scene.

Bai Baoshan's expression changed repeatedly.

His gaze swept over the group of young and spirited faces, and in the end, it turned into a complicated sigh.

once Upon a time……

He also acted on impulse.

But as time went by, reality delivered one slap in the face after another.

That youthful spirit had long since vanished.

"It's great to be young."

Bai Baoshan silently prayed in his heart.

"We only hope that the Pope will be lenient and not cause any further complications."

Shrek's preparation area.

Looking at Dai Mubai, who was being handled like a chick by Li Zhexian on the arena, Yu Xiaogang sighed helplessly.

The gap in strength is now insurmountable.

This cannot be compensated for by tactics alone.

"Mistress, it's your turn now."

Yu Xiaogang turned to Tang San and said seriously:
"But remember..."

"Team battles are the real battlefield."

"If things are beyond our control, I will allow you to concede defeat and preserve your strength."

Tang San looked at Li Zhexian on the arena and slowly nodded.

He will not lose.

At least he won't lose to Li Zhexian.

Ning Rongrong gently bit her lower lip, gazing at Li Zhexian's figure, her heart filled with mixed feelings of joy and sorrow.

"So...so awesome..."

Xiao Wu couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.

A hint of pride flashed across Zhu Zhuqing's pretty face.

"That's natural!"

That being said.

Her slender hands clenched quietly, and her eyes held an unyielding worry.

She should have thought of it earlier.

Given Li Zhexian's personality, he would never have remained completely unresponsive to the attack by the Spirit Hall.

Just at this time.

A commotion began to rise from the audience seats.

At first, there were scattered discussions, but they quickly coalesced into a wave of condemnation against Li Zhexian.

Occasionally, a few weak explanations from other Soul Masters could be heard.

It was instantly drowned out by the clamor of voices.

"Arrogant! How dare you disrespect His Holiness the Pope!"

"Youthful arrogance is understandable, but one must also be aware of the situation and understand the kind of people one is facing!"

"Does this Li Zhexian really think he's invincible? He hasn't even faced Tang San with his twin martial souls, or the Golden Generation of the Spirit Hall!"

"This is utterly absurd! To accuse His Holiness the Pope of sending a Title Douluo to assassinate Li Zhexian? Does he even deserve such a massive reaction from His Holiness the Pope?"

“If His Holiness the Pope truly wishes to take his life, a single decree is all it takes for me to execute him!”

Feng Xiaotian asked Huo Wushuang.

"Remember that guy who said he could slay the banished immortals?"

Huo Wushuang nodded.

"We'll take him down after the game."

The group spoke in a relaxed manner.

But his gaze toward the arena was extremely solemn.

That figure in white stood alone, facing the Pope with neither arrogance nor fear.

Their eyes held a mixture of solemnity, worry, and admiration.

Someone whispered something:
"This is Li Zhexian..." On the arena.

Li Zhexian raised his head, his gaze like a sword, piercing towards Bibi Dong, who sat high above.

Although a faint smile played on his lips, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, exuding a chilling aura.

He was young and frail.

He knew that what he was doing at this moment was nothing more than an ant trying to shake a tree in the eyes of many, and would only make him a laughing stock.

It could not shake the towering mountain in the slightest, nor could it harm the person who wanted to take his life.

But even ants should have an attitude.

"You audacious Li Zhexian, lower your head!"

Yan stepped forward, his red hair dancing wildly like flames, pointing his halberd and roaring angrily.

"Eight or nine out of ten Soul Masters in the world have received favors from the Spirit Hall. How dare you be so insolent?!"

Xie Yue and Hu Liena also had somber expressions.

"Li Zhexian, you are too arrogant..."

At the moment of tension.

Bibi Dong paused slightly on the papal scepter in her hand.

hum-

An unfathomable pressure spread out quietly like ripples on water.

It instantly calmed the noise in the room.

All sounds are silent.

The gazes of the crowd toward Bibi Dong were filled with even greater awe.

"Li Zhexian?"

Bibi Dong's voice was peaceful and ethereal, yet it resonated like heavenly music.

"As expected, heroes emerge from among the young."

This statement came out.

The countless gazes directed at Li Zhexian grew even more furious.

Followed by.

Bibi Dong's voice rang out again, carrying a dignified air of looking down upon all living beings.

"From you, I see the vibrant energy of the continent, and I look forward to witnessing the full extent of your talent and strength."

She raised her scepter lightly.

Three points of brilliant light emanated from the tip of the staff.

Suspended in mid-air.

There were three soul bones of different shapes: a skull as white as jade, a left leg bone flowing with the aura of wind, and a right arm bone containing surging power!
In an instant.

The entire stadium erupted in cheers.

Greed, desire, shock... countless eyes were focused on the soul bone.

"The ultimate victor will receive this great reward."

Bibi Dong’s majestic voice proclaimed.

"The game continues."

The words fell.

The soul bone flashed and disappeared in front of her.

Everyone's attention was forcibly drawn back to the arena.

Li Zhexian indifferently withdrew his gaze.

Bibidon's ascension to the papacy may have been due to the support of the elders.

But the reason he has been able to maintain his position until now is due to his own strength and ruthless methods.

Just a few words.