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

Chapter 163 The Tragedy of Fall, Li Zhexian in Blood-Soaked Robes

Li Zhexian's soul power surged.

The blood-stained white shirt was shaken by his surging soul power.

A misty fog of blood rose up.

"My dear friends!"

His voice pierced through the clamor of the battlefield.

"Today, I, the banished immortal, have trapped you in a deadly predicament. A thousand words are stuck in my throat."

"I can only express a tiny fraction of my gratitude with this pot of wine."

"I, Li Zhexian, am here to thank you all for risking your lives in this battle for me."

Soul power surged forth and poured in.

A large stream of mysterious liquor gushed from the spout of the wine jug.

The wine was colorful and had an aroma that seemed otherworldly.

What's even more amazing is...

They seem to have a spirit.

Once it leaves the pot, it rides the gentle breeze and drifts to the lips of every friend who fought valiantly.

"Brother Immortal, I've been craving the wine in your wine jug for far too long!"

Feng Xiaotian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and swallowed the nectar in front of him.

All of a sudden.

His face was flushed.

He exhaled a breath of alcohol that was brimming with powerful energy.

His injuries healed rapidly, his depleted soul power returned like a spring, and flashes of lightning and ice-fire light appeared, while a light breeze arose beneath his feet!
"Hahaha! Immortal Brother, you must eat really well!"

Feng Xiaotian unleashed his soul power, unleashing the Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes of Gale, instantly killing several Spirit Hall Soul Masters.

Seeing Feng Xiaotian display his power.

Everyone drank the fine wine.

Boom boom——!
His listlessness surged, his soul power returned to its fullness, and his pain and fatigue were dispelled to varying degrees.

The battle lines, which were already on the verge of collapse under the locust-like siege of the Spirit Hall's Soul Masters, suddenly unleashed their ferocity once again.

The team began to advance slowly towards the mountain pass.

Simultaneously.

A series of teasing voices rang out.

"Li Zhexian, why are you being so sour?"

"Don't say those things. Once we break out, you'll have to hold a banquet at Shanxiangfang for ten days!"

"Ten days isn't enough! At least half a month!"

Seeing that my friends have recovered, I've managed to calm myself down for now.

A relieved smile appeared on Li Zhexian's pale face.

"Li Zhexian..."

"you……"

Qian Renxue, who was standing next to him, noticed something was wrong and quickly supported his swaying arm.

"Your soul power is almost exhausted?!"

Zhu Zhuqing quickly helped Li Zhexian to the other side.

"With such a large-scale activation of your support martial soul, you'll be the first to give out!"

Li Zhexian slowly exhaled.

He pointed and made a single stroke.

A faint sword intent whistled out.

Slay an enemy.

He looked at the four obviously dimmed Azure Lotus Swords, a bitter smile appearing on his face.

Activate the soul bones.

It also requires soul power.

If the spirit of wine only affects oneself, it can naturally restore one's spirit power and enhance oneself.

But if he's assisting someone else, then he'll need to expend his own energy.

"No problem."

The sharpness of the Azure Lotus Sword in Li Zhexian's hand remained formidable.

"I know it well."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly swept his sword horizontally, and blood splattered everywhere.

"After breaking through, what's wrong with booking out Shanxiangfang for a month, let alone ten days or half a month?!"

"Hahaha, what a majestic immortal!"

The laughter from his friends hadn't stopped.

Li Zhexian has once again drawn his sword and charged into the enemy ranks.

Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuqing gritted their teeth and stayed by each other's side without leaving for a moment.

The fighting became more brutal.

Li Zhexian's martial spirit, with its terrifying group amplification ability, chilled all who witnessed it.

Several academy teams on the verge of collapse miraculously made their way towards the mountain pass, advancing with great difficulty amidst blood and fire.

however.

The cost of war is unavoidable.

Especially when facing a Contra-level powerhouse.

Li Zhexian's assistance, however, seemed insufficient.

Bai Baoshan fought five Soul Douluos single-handedly.

His cauldron-like martial soul, inlaid with seven gems and radiating a purple-gold glow, is none other than the top-tier defensive weapon-type martial soul, "Heavenly Star Furnace."

But now it is covered with cracks.

"The banished immortal... Yu Tianheng... Dugu Yan... Ye Lingling..."

A weary call came from behind.

Li Zhexian and the others felt a tremor in their hearts and quickly looked in the direction of the sound.

Despite being surrounded by five Soul Douluos, Bai Baoshan managed a smile on his pale face. "Bring the championship... back to Heaven Dou..."

"Take the teacher's... fragments of the Celestial Furnace... back to Tiandou..."

Under the frozen gazes of Li Zhexian and the others.

The eighth spirit ring at Bai Baoshan's feet suddenly emitted a deep, eerie light.

He opened his mouth.

Blood mingled with indistinct words.

The echoes reverberate across the bloody battlefield.

"Eighth Soul Skill - Star Shift and Sky Array..."

boom--

A purple-gold light, like a burning flame of life, swept across the entire battle circle from his battered body.

In an instant.

All the soul skills aimed at Li Zhexian and the others were forcibly reversed by an overwhelming force, and all of them landed on Bai Baoshan.

The once indestructible Tianxing Furnace emitted a teeth-grinding "crack" sound, and cracks instantly spread throughout it.

The five Soul Douluos were utterly horrified.

Bai Baoshan grinned at them with a bloodthirsty smile.

"The teacher is in high spirits today too..."

"Let's set off together..."

Boom boom boom——!
Boom boom boom——!
A deafening roar tore through the sky.

A surge of purple-gold energy erupted into the sky, sending fragments of rock and dust billowing thousands of meters into the air.

The light dissipated.

The dust has settled.

All that remained was a bottomless pit.

This is the end.

Bai Baoshan, a member of the Academic Committee of the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy, has fallen.

Bai Baoshan, whom Yu Tianheng and others once considered to have no edge, was the first to fall, along with five powerful enemies of the same level.

Followed by.

He was a teacher accompanying the student from Tianshui University.

The level 81 Soul Douluo's ice crystal spear shattered inch by inch under the combined attack of two opponents of the same level.

He was finally hit by a punch.

Her whole being transformed into a flurry of icy snowflakes.

The Royal Fighting Team and the Skywater Team were swallowed up by grief.

With tears in their eyes, Dugu Yan and Shui Bing'er led their respective teams, charging towards the enemy like madmen.

"Li Zhexian!"

Yan hid behind a Contra player and sneered:

"see it?"

Guess how many people died for you today?

"I said……"

I want to watch you die a bitter death!

Li Zhexian showed neither sorrow nor joy on his face.

Under the cover of Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuqing, he rushed towards Yan.

He forcefully exchanged a palm strike with the Soul Douluo protecting Yan.

"puff--!"

Blood gushed from his mouth.

The crimson color of the fourth spirit ring subtly intensified.

Two more crimson lotus flowers have been added to the twelve lotus flowers on the Qinglian Sword.

Using this momentum, he finally broke through the blockade and charged towards Yan.

Yan's pupils shrank to pinpoints.

"Do not……"

The plea for mercy came to an abrupt halt.

Azure Lotus Sword Light.

Gone in a flash.

A head flew high into the air, and hot blood splattered several meters away.

Qian Renxue, Zhu Zhuqing, and Dugu Yan, who arrived just in time, blocked the swarming Spirit Hall Soul Masters.

Li Zhexian staggered.

He bent down and picked up the fragments of the Celestial Furnace and the remains of the Ice Crystal Spear from the ground.

Blood splattered on the paper.

The Soul Masters of Heaven Dou City hurriedly wiped it clean.

But no matter what, that glaring scarlet red could not be erased.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes red-rimmed, picked up his pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote with trembling force.

"Bai Baoshan, from the Education Commission... fought valiantly against five enemies... and perished together with them..."

"Tianshui Academy... Ice Spear Contra... Carrying two enemies... Never retreating until death..."

"Master Jianjiu..."

He raised his head.

In the field of vision, smoke filled the air and blood surged.

Looking at the desolate figure of the boy in the distance, his blood-stained clothes fluttering in the wind.

He was trembling...

He was still writing, stroke by stroke.

It was written with blood on it.

　Chapter Three is ready in ten minutes for the young author. Just need a few more revisions!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)