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

Chapter 158 Douluo Appear One After Another! This Old Man's Wind Sword... (Bonus Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)
A chilling voice ripped through the deathly silence of the entire venue.

Green mist surged along the mountain path, and poisonous miasma spread like a tide, even staining the dim sky with a chilling green.

Dugu Bo arrived amidst the poison.

The gaunt figure appeared and disappeared in the green mist.

"grandfather!"

Dugu Yan shouted urgently:

"Protect my immortal brother!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's face was icy cold as he narrowed his eyes and said:
"Ha, you old poisoner, how dare you show your face here..."

"Do you really think you can protect Li Zhexian with your reputation as the weakest...?"

The voice just fell.

Boom——! ! !
All that could be seen was a patch of blood-red, lingering clouds on the horizon.

A thick, terrifying purple bolt of lightning, like a raging dragon breaking free of its restraints, violently tore through the clouds.

The purple light illuminated half the sky as if it were daytime.

A heroic figure.

He treads upon a torrent of raging lightning.

His hair and beard bristled, and purple lightning surged in his eyes. With each step he took in the void, a blazing ball of lightning would explode beneath his feet.

"What if I were added to the list?!"

Yu Yuanzhen's voice was like thousands of thunderbolts exploding at the same time.

The entire space vibrated and hummed.

"grandfather!"

Yu Tianheng hurriedly shouted.

"Please take Brother Banished Immortal away quickly!"

These successive shocking events plunged the entire Papal Square into a deathly silence of shock.

Poison Douluo Dugu Bo!

Thunder Douluo Yu Yuanzhen!
Two renowned Title Douluo stood in front of Li Zhexian at the same time!
A tremendous wave of emotion swept through everyone's hearts.

Everyone understands...

It is absolutely impossible that they would risk their lives to confront the Spirit Hall simply because Li Zhexian was on good terms with their juniors.

and so……

Why does Li Zhexian have the protection of two Title Douluo?!

"Old Dragon, Old Poison..."

"You're obstructing the Spirit Hall's work!"

"You two have some nerve!"

Ghost Douluo was surrounded by eerie ghostly figures.

The golden light of the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum in Ju Douluo's palm surged.

Two terrifying auras of Title Douluo clashed violently with the oppressive power of Poison and Thunder Douluo.

Boom boom boom——!
Boom boom boom——!
The terrifying power of the four titled Douluo erupted suddenly, and the visible, violent shockwaves, like a tangible tsunami, swept and spread outwards like a tidal wave.

"Humph!"

On the high platform.

A cold glint flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes.

A heavy, oppressive force, as if the sky were collapsing, suddenly descended.

Nine spirit rings rose up layer by layer from beneath her feet...

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!

That last soul ring was as red as blood.

Under the dim light, it emitted an eerie scarlet glow, enveloping the entire square.

A soul force as vast as the ocean.

It transformed into an invisible, towering mountain.

It crashed down with a deafening roar.

Dugu Bo and Yu Yuanzhen groaned, their bodies swaying slightly.

The two were completely suppressed by Bibi Dong alone.

Upon seeing this, Gui and Ju Douluo's eyes flashed with a fierce light.

They transformed into two streaks of light once more, rushing straight towards Li Zhexian.

The Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum in Chrysanthemum Douluo's hand condensed into a sharp light that tore through space, and in an instant it had already attacked Li Zhexian's face!

Just as that deadly golden light was about to touch Li Zhexian.

Zheng——

A clear and melodious sword cry resounded through the sky.

There was no earth-shattering, awe-inspiring momentum.

Only a single, perfectly condensed silver-white sword light appeared out of thin air in front of Li Zhexian.

The sword light was simple and unadorned.

Yet it contains the sword's will to sever all laws.

Followed by.

A scene that everyone will never forget unfolded.

The blood-red clouds stretching for thousands of miles on the horizon were cleaved in two by a giant sword phantom that seemed to pierce through the heavens and earth.

A straight, narrow crack suddenly appeared above the blood-red cloud.

The clouds on both sides of the crack churned and receded to either side.

The deep, dark blue sky behind it was revealed. A pure, ancient longsword descended from the celestial rift and hovered before Li Zhexian.

Above the sword.

A figure appeared silently.

He was dressed in white, with a lean face and calm, unwavering eyes.

The sword hung silently by his side, its sword intent held back yet unleashed.

However, this caused the charging Ghost and Chrysanthemum Douluo to stop in their tracks, as if facing a formidable enemy.

The last rays of the setting sun.

It spilled onto his plain white robe.

It was plated with a solitary, gleaming gold outline.

He shielded Li Zhexian behind him.

"This road is blocked."

Looking at the white-clad figure blocking his way, a complex emotion flashed in Li Zhexian's eyes.

Ghost and Chrysanthemum Douluo gritted their teeth.

He squeezed out that name that threatened the entire continent from between his teeth:

"The Way of the Sword, the Heart of Dust!"

in the crowd.

Ning Rongrong's beautiful eyes lit up instantly, and with a sob in her voice and hope, she shouted loudly:
"Grandpa Jian!"

"You...you must protect...the immortal brother!"

Third place!
The third Title Douluo!
This is the third Title Douluo to protect Li Zhexian!
Moreover, it is the towering white jade pillar of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School—Sword Douluo Chen Xin!

The hundreds of people present were stunned and dizzy!

A top-tier figure who is rarely seen on ordinary days!

These things happened one after another today!

All for Li Zhexian!

Bibi Dong's knuckles turned white as she gripped the papal scepter.

She never expected it.

All for the sake of capturing Li Zhexian.

This led to the appearance of three titled Douluo.

"Yue Guan, I'll keep Chen Xin occupied, you must capture Li Zhe Xian at once!"

Ghost Douluo roared, his figure transforming into a twisted black shadow, carrying a chilling ghostly aura as he rushed straight towards Chen Xin.

Ju Douluo understood immediately, and the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum bloomed with golden light again, attempting to bypass Chen Xin's sword intent blockade.

however.

Faced with Ghost Douluo's attack and Chrysanthemum Douluo's detour.

Chen Xin remained calm.

He didn't even move the Seven Kill Sword in his hand by an inch.

He merely tilted his head slightly, his gaze seemingly piercing through the void, and spoke softly:
"Having witnessed so many changes in the situation, shouldn't you show yourself now?"

This statement came out.

The whole audience was shocked.

Even Bibi Dong felt a chill run down her spine.

besides? !
There are still Title Douluo lurking in the shadows?!

Even Li Zhexian himself showed a hint of surprise in his eyes!

Who else? !

call……

An indescribable stillness descended.

All sounds...

The sound of the wind, the roar of colliding soul forces, the chirping of birds and insects in the distant mountains and forests...

They all mysteriously vanished at that moment.

Then came the wind!

Countless thin, wispy, blue streams of air, almost invisible to the naked eye.

It seeps out quietly from the tips of every leaf in the mountains and forests, from every crack in the stone steps, from the cloud layer in the sky that was cleaved open by a sword... gathering silently.

These air currents seem to possess a spirit.

With its penetrating sharpness and omnipresent agility, it subtly divides the central space of the square into countless fine cyan grids.

At the center of this grid constructed from pure wind sword intent.

The space rippled gently like waves.

A figure slowly solidified.

He was thin, with long black and white hair, and wore a faded gray robe, looking as ordinary as any woodcutter you could find in the mountains.

But what is striking is that his eyes are wrapped with a black silk ribbon.

Its voice was old and peaceful, like a gentle breeze blowing through a secluded valley.

"I, the old man, wield the Wind Sword, to protect my young friend, the banished immortal."

　Sigh, the protagonist's combat power isn't that outrageous. Readers can think about the protagonists of the later Douluo Continent novels...

　　That's all for today, but tomorrow it'll still be midnight.

　　This part of the story was a bit difficult to write; there were certain emotions involved that needed to be conveyed.

　　Thank you so much, dear readers!
　　Love you all~~~
　　
　
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