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

Chapter 155 Celebrating the Storytelling in Heaven Dou City, the Spirit Hall's Murderous Intent Surges

After Li Zhexian resolved the issue of the three members of the Golden Generation.

His gaze then turned to the six people, including Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling, who were still locked in combat in the corner of the arena.

He defeated the Golden Generation a little too quickly.

But that's the case.

Dugu Yan and her six companions have already eliminated two members of the Spirit Hall team.

Only the last two remained, struggling to hold on.

At that moment, Li Zhexian's gaze swept over.

The two men's expressions changed drastically.

They rushed to the edge of the ring, vying to be the first to reach it.

Without hesitation, he jumped.

Yu Tianheng was taken aback at first.

He then gave Li Zhexian a thumbs-up with a wry smile.

"You're amazing, Immortal!"

Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling hurriedly ran towards Li Zhexian, looking him up and down and asking:

"My immortal brother/Li the Immortal, are you...are you alright?!"

Li Zhexian smiled and shook his head.

Yu Tianheng, Yu Feng, and the Shi brothers also gathered around him, surrounding him in the center.

In the arena.

Only seven members of the Royal Fighting Team remain.

The entire stadium.

A deathly silence fell.

However, many intense gazes were focused on the seven members of the Royal Fighting Team... or rather, on the young man in white.

Li Zhexian tilted his head slightly.

Their gazes turned to Pope Bibidon on the high platform.

Bibi Dong was also looking down at him.

About a few breaths later.

Bibi Dong's calm yet authoritative voice resounded throughout the venue.

"This Pope declares..."

"This year's Continental Elite Tournament of Advanced Soul Master Academies..."

"Individual Champion, Royal Fighting Team, Li Zhexian."

"Team champion, Royal Fighting Team."

The Pope's proclamation still echoed.

In the audience!

A deafening roar of cheers erupted like a tsunami!

It even swept through the entire Spirit City like rolling thunder!
"We won! Royal Fighting Team really won!"

"It's disheartening that the Golden Generation lost... but this Sword Wine... is ridiculously strong!"

"He single-handedly defeated three members of the Golden Generation! It's simply unbelievable!"

"A young man from the Heaven Dou Empire can actually shake the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation! Could it be... that the Soul Master Holy Land's monopoly is about to decline?!"

"Lord Jianjiu has won! Lord Jianjiu has won! Quickly! Quickly send this good news back to Tiandou! Lord Jianjiu has brought glory to our Tiandou Empire!"

"A young man should be like Li Bai, the banished immortal!"

The awards ceremony proceeded as planned.

As the team leader, Li Zhexian accepted the three radiant soul bones.

The runner-up Spirit Hall team and the third-place Shrek team also received rare rewards, though not as precious as spirit bones.

During the ceremony.

Li Zhexian's gaze swept across the crowd.

It was thrown in the direction of Zhu Zhuqing.

When they saw Xiao Wu affectionately linking arms with Zhu Zhuqing.

His eyes flickered almost imperceptibly.

Zhu Zhuqing thought Li Zhexian was looking at her, so she gave him a bright smile and a thumbs up.

Li Zhexian raised an eyebrow and smiled, giving a thumbs up in return.

Soul Master Competition.

It seemed that the commotion was about to come to a peaceful end.

Li Zhexian listened with a bright smile to his friends' congratulations and their teasing requests to "treat him to a meal."

however.

The moment they stepped off the podium.

Sudden changes occur.

One by one, maids dressed in uniform emerged rapidly from the side gate of the Papal Palace and the winding road at the foot of the mountain.

Each person held a rare delicacy in their hands.

A mouthwatering aroma wafted out.

But in the blink of an eye.

The arena, ravaged by the battle, has been restored to its original state.

On it, there were also magnificent tables and chairs that stretched like a long dragon.

At this time.

The Spirit Hall's Platinum Bishop's booming voice resounded throughout the arena: "Thank you all for presenting such a magnificent duel, talented Soul Masters!"

"Congratulations to His Majesty! Congratulations to the continent! Congratulations on the addition of another pillar of the nation! The future will surely be prosperous and thriving!"

"Tonight, the Spirit Hall is hosting a grand banquet. We hope everyone enjoys themselves!"

In addition to the participating college teams.

Some talented viewers were also kept on the show.

The excited and enthusiastic cheers rolled in like thunder.

"Congratulations to His Majesty! Congratulations to the Mainland!"

Bai Baoshan sighed.

He gestured for the Royal Fighting Team members to sit down.

Huo Wu, Feng Xiaotian and the others sat next to the Royal Fighting Team at the table.

The group was still talking about it with regret.

"What a bargain for the immortal brother!"

"Tsk tsk, the food at the Spirit Hall is good, but it's not as good as the noodles from the noodle stalls in Heaven Dou City!"

"Shh, what nonsense are you talking about!"

"Hey, immortal, please have a seat!"

Everyone was relieved.

Because the Pope did not do anything to cause trouble.

Li Zhexian sat down with his wine cup in hand, his gaze fixed on the only mountain pass leading down the mountain.

But see...

Chrysanthemum Douluo stood smiling at the mountain pass.

He seemed to notice Li Zhexian's gaze and looked over.

He stared at Li Zhexian.

A smile appeared on that alluring face.

In a seat near the back.

The Soul Master from Heaven Dou City was so excited that his fingers trembled slightly.

He clutched the paper with the details recorded tightly.

"I never imagined... I'd be able to benefit from Lord Jianjiu's presence and attend the Pope's banquet!"

"Write it down! Quickly write it all down!"

"Give it to that storyteller!"

"Today's grand event..."

"It must be spread throughout the world!"

at the same time.

Imperial City of the Heavenly Dou Empire.

In the heart of the imperial city, in front of the Shanxiangfang restaurant.

A magnificent platform, three meters high and over a hundred square meters in size, rose from the ground.

High platform with carved beams and painted rafters.

It is further adorned with dazzling star patterns symbolizing royalty.

This was specially set up by the Heavenly Dou royal family to celebrate.

The news of Jianjiu's outstanding performance in the finals had already spread like wildfire throughout the Heavenly Dou Imperial City.

On the high platform.

The storyteller took off his faded blue robe and put on a festive bright red silk shirt with dark patterns.

As a storyteller who was rewarded with gold coins by Lord Jianjiu.

He's now receiving government pay.

On the table in front of the storyteller.

The ink-stained paper was laid out flat.

The inscription on it vividly records the brilliance displayed by Master Jianjiu in the finals.

Snapped--!
The gavel slammed on the table, like a thunderclap.

The storyteller closed his fan like a sword, spread his sleeves, and assumed a stance.

In an instant.

Even his hunched figure seemed to conceal a sharp edge.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Now, let's talk about Lord Sword Wine, standing alone on the arena of Martial Soul City! Clad in white, as pure as snow, with a green sword in hand!"

"With a single horizontal stroke of his sword, a chilling glint appeared, like a reversed Milky Way! The seven prodigies of the Spirit Hall's second team were like clay chickens and earthen dogs, none of them able to withstand his sharp edge!"

"Where the sword light passed, the seven men were swept away like autumn leaves by the wind, tumbling off the stage! Only a bluish-purple sword mark remained on their throats! If it weren't for the strict rules of the competition, this sword strike would have likely caused the Spirit Hall to bleed five steps away and die on the spot!"

"After sheathing his sword, his eyes flashed like lightning, piercing straight at the Golden Generation and Shrek Academy's elite spectators in the stands!"

"Guess what?"

The storyteller unfolded his folding fan with a "whoosh".

The tone suddenly rose.

"Among all the geniuses in the arena, not a single one dared to meet his gaze even slightly!"

"That's exactly it..."

"With a single sword strike, the Spirit Hall is crushed; with a single glance, all heroes are rendered pale and lifeless!"

Snapped--!
The gavel fell again, its echo reverberating.

"If you want to know what happened next time, let's listen to the explanation!"

(End of this chapter)