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

Chapter 148 Li Zhexian VS Tang San! The Clear Sky Hammer, the number one weapon spirit in the world, is that all?
Shrek's preparation area.

Tang San slowly stood up.

Even though he witnessed Dai Mubai's instant defeat.

There was still no fear on his face.

Apart from Flander, who had accompanied him in hunting for spirit rings, no one knew the extent of his transformation in strength.

"I won't lose."

Facing countless burning gazes, Tang San steadily stepped onto the arena.

As one of only two known individuals in the continent's millennia-long history to possess twin martial souls.

In Wuhun City.

Tang San's reputation.

Only three from the Golden Generation are below him.

Furthermore, he had never directly confronted Li Zhexian.

The two were almost equally renowned.

Perhaps it was Li Zhexian's disrespect towards Bibi Dong that angered the audience.

At this moment, the cheers for Tang San in the arena were even louder.

"Teach this arrogant and ignorant Li Zhexian a lesson!"

"Twin martial souls! That's a huge advantage in a fight!"

"Tang San is no ordinary person. Even if Li Zhexian can defeat him, he will probably be badly injured!"

VIP seats.

Bibi Dong's soul power, carrying the sound, drifted to her side.

"Is this young man the one with the twin martial souls?"

The ghostly words were ethereal and indistinct.

"Indeed, although this child may not be able to rival Li Zhexian, he is still a genius that appears only once in a thousand years."

"In terms of the potential of twin martial souls and future achievements, they are probably no less than Li Zhexian."

Bibi Dongyou's purple eyes were as deep as an abyss.

There was not a trace of emotion.

In the arena.

clang--!
The referee's gong suddenly sounded.

The lingering sound lingered.

Tang San's soul power suddenly erupted.

Four spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple, and black—rose from beneath his feet.

A collective gasp and suppressed gasps immediately erupted from the audience.

however.

The exclamations quickly subsided.

All that remained was a buzz of discussion.

If in the past.

The fourth spirit ring is ten thousand years, enough to cause a huge uproar.

but now……

Li Bai, the immortal poet, shines too brightly before Mingyu.

Regardless of the fact that his first two rings were already purple for thousands of years, the third, dazzling soul ring alone was enough to shatter the worldview of any soul master.

In comparison, Tang San's ten-thousand-year soul ring seemed rather mediocre.

"Li Zhexian..."

Tang San stared intently at the flowing white robe dozens of meters away.

This is the nemesis he has identified in his heart.

The winner must be decided now.

"A ten-thousand-year-old soul ring?"

Li Zhexian raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

In his guess.

Tang San lost the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire.

It should be impossible to absorb a ten-thousand-year-old soul ring beyond one's level.

"It seems..."

"Did his father, Haotian Douluo, secretly send him some kind of opportunity?"

We are both visitors from another world.

Tang San indeed possessed a certain amount of luck.

"Humph!"

Tang San caught a fleeting look of surprise in Li Zhexian's eyes.

however.

He was not satisfied.

"What will surprise you is yet to come."

When enemies meet, there's no need for many words!

Every move is like thunder and lightning!
The deep black spirit ring beneath Tang San's feet suddenly shone brightly.

"Fourth Soul Skill - Blue Silver Prison!"

boom--

boom--

Without warning!
The hard ground of the arena suddenly tore apart.

Thick, python-like strands of blue silver grass, covered with menacing barbs, burst forth from the ground around Li Zhexian with a dull thud as they broke through the soil.

They twisted and intertwined, converging above Li Zhexian's head to form an airtight, pitch-black cage, completely sealing him inside.

A fierce glint flashed in Tang San's eyes.

His figure left trails of afterimages; it was the Tang Clan's ultimate technique, Ghost Shadow Mystery, as he rushed towards Li Zhexian, who was trapped in the Blue Silver Cage.

at the same time.

Lightning surged from his right hand.

A small, jet-black hammer suddenly appeared.

The hammerhead is square, its entire body gleaming with a metallic sheen, and the hammer body is faintly covered with ancient dark red patterns.

Just holding it in your hand, a suffocatingly heavy feeling spreads through you.

It was as if he were holding not a hammer, but a mountain.

This is the Clear Sky Hammer, hailed as the number one weapon spirit on the continent.

The moment the Haotian Hammer was in hand.

Tang San's demeanor became as oppressive as a mountain.

He gripped the hammer handle tightly and rushed to the front of the blue silver cage.

however.

click-

click-

It's like ice cracking.

Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted.

His blue-silver cage, which was as fine as steel, began to show fine cracks that spread throughout the entire cage.

"How can it be?!"

The arrow is already on the bowstring; it must be released.

Tang San pushed the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Steps to its limit, increasing his speed by another three points.

In the blink of an eye, they had rushed to within several meters of the cracked cage.

"Drink——!"

His eyes widened in anger, and he roared.

With a slam of his foot on the ground, the added weight of the Haotian Hammer caused the stone slab beneath his feet to collapse.

Taking advantage of this recoil force.

Tang San's figure rose several meters high from the ground.

His right arm was muscular and the veins were like angry dragons coiling around it, making his arm three times thicker.

The Haotian Hammer trailed behind him.

All the soul power and strength in the body are poured into one point.

Twist your waist!

With the force of a thousand pounds!

With the force of splitting mountains and shattering the earth, Tang San fiercely smashed the heavy and terrifying Clear Sky Hammer down towards the blue silver cage below.

Just as the Haotian Hammer was about to touch the cage...

bang——

bang——

The blue-silver cage shattered.

Countless black fragments scattered like a torrential rain.

A fierce and unparalleled sword aura soared into the sky.

Amidst the smoke and dust, the figure in white reappeared, spotless.

Li Zhexian raised his head.

Looking at the Haotian Hammer crashing down on them.

The strong wind that swept in made his clothes flutter wildly.

He showed no intention of dodging.

this moment.

The whole place was dead silent.

It felt as if an invisible hand was gripping the hearts of all the audience members.

Countless gazes, some in shock, some in tension, some in disbelief, were focused on the Haotian Hammer and the white-clad figure beneath it.

Rumble——! ! !
A deafening roar.

It exploded on the stage.

Centered on the two individuals, the arena floor cracked inch by inch, resembling an eggshell.

The gravel and dust rolled like a raging torrent, forming a thick cloud of smoke and dust that blotted out the sky.

Dead!

A deathly silence enveloped the entire arena!
Everyone held their breath, filled with tension and curiosity, as they peered through the billowing smoke and dust, eager to see the scene at the heart of the place.

After counting the breaths.

A gentle breeze seemed to be blowing.

The lingering smoke and dust finally dissipated.

As the scene gradually becomes clearer...

hiss--!
Gasps of astonishment rose and fell.

I saw.

The once flat arena.

There is a ruin that has been turned into a spider web.

Tang San maintained his posture as if he were splitting Mount Hua, his figure frozen in mid-air, as if time had stood still.

The Haotian Hammer, which he slammed down with immense force, was firmly grasped at one end by a slender, fair hand.

Li Zhexian merely raised his right hand.

Five fingers slightly clasped.

He gripped the square, dark hammerhead.

A few wild arcs of lightning shot wildly along the hammer towards Li Zhexian's arm, but they were like mud oxen entering the sea, unable to budge him in the slightest.

The heavy force field emanating from the Haotian Hammer caused his white shirt to flutter wildly.

however.

Li Zhexian remained as upright as bamboo, his face as calm as still water.

His deep, dark eyes gazed at Tang San, who was standing close by, his face frozen in horror and disbelief.

His tone was flat and indifferent.

There was even a hint of disappointment.

"The Clear Sky Hammer, the number one weapon spirit in the world..."

"That's it?"

(End of this chapter)