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

Chapter 156 Bibi Dong's Recruitment, and the Sudden Appearance of Killing Intent

In front of the Papal Palace.

The aroma of wine and delicious food filled the air.

Aside from the geniuses from each academy team, there were also a few lingering spectators, totaling several hundred people.

A dozen or so people sat around a table.

They clinked glasses, chatted, and had a lively conversation.

The Soul Master Tournament starts at 5 PM.

After a fierce battle and the awards ceremony, it was already 7 PM.

Li Zhexian held the Clear Spring Wine Pot, sipping it one sip after another, silently restoring his soul power.

His gaze passed over the noise.

The setting sun tore the clouds into scarlet fragments.

Like banners ravaged by war, they were scattered haphazardly against the darkening sky.

"Hey idol, why do you seem a bit down?"

Yu Feng, his eyes still blurry with drunkenness, placed the wine pot on the table.

"The Spirit Hall is incredibly wealthy!"

"Even Shanxiangfang has a wine that is so good!"

"I don't like it..."

Li Zhexian had not finished speaking.

"Yo ho!"

Friends from the next table gathered around.

"Squeeze in! Squeeze in!"

Huo Wu dragged Shui Bing'er and forced her into the table.

Feng Xiaotian and Huo Wushuang simply sat cross-legged on the corner of the table.

"It's rare to hear you, Brother Immortal, choose wine. This wine is indeed too sweet!"

Zhu Zhuqing stood on the periphery, holding the hand of the somewhat awkward Xiao Wu.

"Li Zhexian..."

Can we join?

Before Li Zhexian could respond.

Huo Wu got up and pulled the two of them to her side.

"Don't be so polite! It's not like we haven't met Shanxiangfang before!"

Originally, this table only had Li Zhexian and Huang Douqi.

It's fairly spacious.

This is fine.

The square table was packed with people.

Looking at these vibrant and enthusiastic faces, Li Zhexian slowly exhaled the knot in his chest, a smile appearing on his face.

The commotion attracted the attention of many people.

Everyone looked at the group of spirited young men and women at the front, their gazes especially focused on the white-clad youth who was implicitly regarded as the leader, their eyes revealing envy and awe.

Beside a square table.

The Soul Master from Heaven Dou City wrote furiously.

"Write all of this down!"

"Lord Jianjiu is truly popular!"

"It's truly enviable!"

The banquet was not even halfway over.

An unexpected figure staggered to Li Zhexian's table.

When everyone saw who it was, they couldn't help but frown.

Yu Tianheng said coldly:

"Why are you here if you're not going to your seat in the Spirit Hall?"

Yan ignored Yu Tianheng's questioning and disregarded the angry glares from the others.

He looked at Li Zhexian.

Only his left hand held the wine.

Li Zhexian did not rise, but said calmly:
"What's the matter?"

"Let's have a drink together."

Seeing that Li Zhexian made no move, Yan was not annoyed.

A faint smile appeared on his pale face.

Then he bent down.

The wine glass held in the left hand.

He touched the cup in front of Li Zhexian.

And in the instant he bent down.

He stared into Li Zhexian's dark eyes and said in a low voice:

"Li Zhexian..."

"So what if you win?"

"I'm waiting to see the moment you suffer your defeat!"

Say it.

He suddenly looked up.

He drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

He then turned around with a loud laugh and walked back to the banquet hall of the Spirit Hall across the street.

Feng Xiaotian asked:
"Immortal, what did that guy say to you?"

Huo Wushuang frowned.

"Should we give him a good beating before we leave Spirit City?"

"He won't live past today."

Li Zhexian's smiling words suddenly turned the atmosphere at the table cold.

Without waiting for them to ask.

Respectful shouts rang out one after another.

"Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope!"

Everyone followed the sound.

Bibi Dong, dressed in a magnificent long gown, walked gracefully towards them, holding the papal scepter.

Li Zhexian and his friends exchanged glances, then rose and bowed.
"I have met His Majesty the Pope."

"Please get up."

Bibi Dong spoke in a calm voice and took her seat in the main seat.

Her appearance.

It can make a relaxed atmosphere feel stiff.

A faint smile appeared on Bibi Dong's stunningly beautiful face.

"Please feel free to do as you please."

"This Pope also does not wish to spoil everyone's enjoyment."

These words warmed the atmosphere slightly.

A moment later, maids moved about the table, adding dishes and wine.

At this time.

Bibi Dong suddenly spoke.

Her voice drowned out the noise of the entire venue.

"In this Soul Master Competition, I, the Pope, have witnessed many outstanding talents."

"Li Zhexian from the Royal Fighting Team..."

Her gaze fell on the boy in the white shirt.

"Would you be willing to join my Spirit Hall?"

She paused briefly, then continued:
"If you wish to join, you may go directly to the Elders' Hall."

"Become the youngest elder in the history of the Spirit Hall."

The entire venue fell silent instantly.

Shocked, envious, and jealous gazes shot at Li Zhexian like arrows.

The Pope himself invited me!

He is hereby granted the esteemed position of Elder!
What an immense honor!

"Lord Jianjiu will definitely not agree!"

The soul masters of Heaven Dou City never stop writing.

"But the Pope himself invited me!"

"This is truly an unparalleled honor!"

"Write it down! Write it down! Write it down immediately!"

In the Shrek seat.

Yu Xiaogang frowned, then sighed helplessly.

Before this.

He is the youngest elder in the Spirit Hall.

Ning Rongrong lowered her head, her pretty face growing increasingly sorrowful.

Zhu Zhuqing could still stay by Li Zhexian's side, but she didn't even have the courage to get close to him.

Tang San and Dai Mubai remained silent, their faces cold.

"Exiled Immortal..."

Feng Xiaotian and the others looked at Li Zhexian nervously.

They are the direct descendants of various sects and academies.

If Li Zhexian truly joins the Spirit Hall, such a scene of drinking and chatting together at the same table will likely be difficult to repeat.

Although I know Li Zhexian's temperament.

But the Papal Elders...

That's someone on par with their academy's dean and sect leader.

In full view.

Li Zhexian met Bibi Dong's gaze.

He calmly uttered two words that shocked everyone.

"I don't want to."

His friends breathed a sigh of relief, their admiration for Li Zhexian growing even stronger.

"Heroes emerge from youth."

Bibi Dong's tone remained completely calm.

Finish this sentence.

No more words.

It seems the Pope has let the matter drop.

Li Zhexian's friends were finally relieved.

The atmosphere became lively again.

After all, this is in front of the Papal Palace.

No one dared to act too recklessly.

As the setting sun completely disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds.

Only a faint, dark red outline remains on the horizon.

This grand event has come to an end.

A cardinal quickly walked to Bibidon's side and whispered something to her.

The people who had already stood up did not pay any attention.

They all said in unison, "Thank you, Your Majesty the Pope."

So he prepared to leave.

Li Zhexian, along with Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, Yu Tianheng, and others, turned and headed down the mountain path.

at this time……

"Li Zhexian, please stay for a moment."

Bibi Dong's indifferent voice echoed.

"I have something to ask you."

Li Zhexian suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He slowly closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them.

A wisp of sword energy flashed in his eyes, causing a few strands of hair to flutter across his forehead.

He turned around and said calmly:

"What does His Holiness the Pope want to discuss?"

Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, Yu Tianheng, and the other six, along with Li Zhexian's friends, abruptly stopped their conversation and turned around.

An unusual, suffocating sense of oppression spread without warning.

Just at this moment.

The last glimpse of the sun's outline completely vanished.

Darkness descended suddenly like a curtain, with only a few streaks of blood-red afterglow remaining on the horizon.

Everyone stopped in their tracks.

Looking back at the gray sky, the magnificent white dress seemed to be tinged with darkness, and Pope Bibidon's figure seemed to rise infinitely in perception.

A chilling stillness enveloped the mountainside.

The air seemed to freeze.

It was so heavy it made it hard to breathe.

Only Bibi Dong's indifferent voice could be heard, rippling in the rising night breeze, each word as cold as ice:
"Six months ago..."

"Six Soul Kings and eleven Soul Masters of the Spirit Hall were killed around the Wind Gathering Mountains of the Star Luo Empire."

"The murderer was a master swordsman."

"On the remains of those seventeen deacons."

"Most of it retains the same sword intent as yours, Li Zhexian."

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