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

Chapter 164 Feng Bailong Draws His Sword! The Tragedy of Li Zhexian (Bonus Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

above the sky.

Seven figures stirred up a world-destroying storm of soul power.

The Azure Phosphorous Serpent King's true form coiled in the void, its emerald green serpent eyes chilling to the bone.

Dugu Bo's robe was torn to shreds.

In this fierce battle, he was the most disheveled one.

If it weren't for Yu Yuanzhen and Chen Xin's repeated assistance, he would probably have been seriously injured and forced to leave the field.

but……

Poison, and also poisonous pride.

He took one step forward.

That ninth spirit ring, deeper than the night itself.

It suddenly enveloped an area of ​​several thousand meters in radius.

"Ninth Soul Skill - Azure Scale Divine Light!"

boom--

A massive, eerie green beam of light, as thick as a mountain and carrying a terrifying aura that could corrode everything, pierced through the void.

Wherever it passed, the space emitted a hissing sound as it hurtled towards Bibi's east-facing door.

at the same time.

Thick clouds churned across the sky, stretching for thousands of miles.

A thousand-foot-long dragon, its body crackling with lightning, poked its head out.

Yu Yuanzhen's beard and hair bristled as he unleashed a powerful punch.

Thunder followed like a shadow, splitting the sky with hideous cracks.

Bolts of lightning transformed into a torrential downpour, carrying a force that shook the very fabric of space, and crashed down upon Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo.

The Seven Kill Sword hung before Chen Xin.

He did not use any soul skills, but simply put his left hand behind his back, and with his right hand pointing like a sword, he drew upon the Seven Kill Sword Intent and slashed through the air.

laugh--

laugh--

One after another, hundred-meter-long sword beams appeared out of thin air.

The lines cut in all directions, like a net covering the sky and the earth, locking onto Ghost Douluo's ghostly and elusive figure.

Where the sword's energy passed, dust turned to nothingness.

His sword was purely a weapon of slaughter.

Invincible, its sword intent terrifies even ghosts and gods.

Bibi Dong's soul power surged, resisting Dugu Bo's corrosive poisonous light.

Under the combined attack of thunder and sword energy, Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo were struggling to defend themselves and faced constant danger.

Purple light exploded beneath Bibi Dong's feet, causing ripples in the space.

She flashed and appeared beside Kiku and Oni.

The Death Spider King hissed, spewing out a sky-covering venomous light, which faintly transformed into a scythe that stretched across the heavens.

Boom boom——!
Boom boom——!
The scythe clashed fiercely with the thunder and sword energy.

A terrifying energy surge swept out like a raging sea, causing the entire world to tremble.

Yu Yuanzhen and Chen Xin grunted and retreated three steps in the void, the space beneath their feet trembling as if boiling.

Bibi Dong also swayed, and a tearing pain came from the half of her face that was eroded by the Rakshasa Demon Mark.

And in that instant when the old forces had gone and the new forces had not yet arisen.

Feng Bailong.

Finally, the sword was drawn.

This newly promoted Title Douluo lacked the imposing presence of the veteran Title Douluo.

But be aware…

The old sword at his waist.

He has been nurturing his talents for over a decade.

At the junction of the scabbard and the hilt, moss tells of the silent years.

Feng Bailong's hand.

He slowly placed his hand on the hilt of the sword.

Clang——

Clang——

Clang——

Between heaven and earth, everything is silent.

Only the monotonous and suppressed clanging of the sword's edge rubbing against its scabbard remained, one sound after another.

Clang——!!!
A clear and resonant sword cry soared into the sky.

Feng Bailong drew his sword.

His voice was aged and hoarse.

Accompanied by a sudden howling wind that swept across the heavens and earth.

The sound echoed and reverberated.

"The moss-covered scabbard cannot contain the sword; a single sword comes from the west, bringing winds through ten thousand valleys."

The moment the sword leaves its sheath.

The sword intent of wind, accumulated over more than a decade, awakened completely like a sleeping, angry dragon.

The thick, dense clouds that stretched for thousands of miles were torn and swirled by an overwhelming and unstoppable storm force, transforming into a terrifying tornado that stretched from the sky to the earth.

In the tornado.

Endless wind blades hissed.

Even through the black silk, one could still sense the terrifying brightness in Feng Bailong's eyes.

The sword in his hand.

He ruthlessly slashed down at Bibi Dong.

The wind-blade tornado that pierced the heavens and earth, carrying the sword's momentum to cleave everything in its path, hurtled forward.

"Old Poisoner, it seems you'll have to bear the brunt of this weakest title."

Yu Yuanzhen quickly withdrew, not forgetting to make a sarcastic remark to Dugu Bo.

Dugu Bo's face turned ashen, but he remained silent.

Chen Xin gazed at the tornado containing endless wind sword intent, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

The wind swept through!
The world lost its color! Space itself wailed!
Ghost and Chrysanthemum Douluo were forced to retreat in panic by the wind blade tornado.

Bibi Dong's condensed soul power shield was easily sliced ​​through like paper.

Deep, bone-revealing sword wounds burst open on her body, spurting blood everywhere.

Bibi Dong's surging purplish-black soul power suddenly subsided.

immediately.

An even more malevolent aura, as if from the deepest depths of hell, surged into the sky, stirring up the winds and clouds.

The aura was terrifying.

Even the wind blade tornado of the Wind White Dragon trembled violently.

"hiss--!"

A piercing, inhuman scream exploded.

Countless people covered their ears in agony, and even Dugu Bo, Yu Yuanzhen, Chen Xin, and Feng Bailong were forced to retreat repeatedly by the terrifying sound waves.

A vast expanse of ghastly green energy spider silk.

It burst forth from Bibi Dong's body like a living thing.

Under a chorus of horrified gazes...

Behind Bibi Dong.

Beside the overwhelming, sky-covering phantom of the Death Spider King, another ghastly green phantom of a Spider King, radiating an evil aura that seemed to devour souls, suddenly appeared.

Soul-Devouring Spider King!

Twin martial souls!

Two phantom images of spider kings, carrying an apocalyptic pressure, enveloped the entire high-altitude battlefield.

"Dual...twin martial souls?!"

"Pope Bibi Dong... also possesses twin martial souls?!"

this moment.

All who witnessed it felt a chill run down their spines.

Hidden too deep!
This youngest pope in history has such an astonishing trump card hidden in his heart!
Dugu Bo, Yu Yuanzhen, Chen Xin, and Feng Bailong's expressions changed drastically, and a strong sense of foreboding welled up in their hearts!

Twin martial souls at the Title Douluo level.

Its terrifying power far surpasses that of twin martial souls that have not yet fully matured.

"Wind Sword, your movements are elusive; quickly take the Immortal away!"

Chen Xin shouted.

however.

The words just fell.

The pitch-black sky, composed of endless, highly venomous, soul-devouring spider silk, which seemed capable of swallowing light, had already enveloped the four of them.

This was no ordinary thick cloud, but a spiderweb cage containing extreme poison and soul-absorbing power.

Bibi Dong used the power of her twin martial souls to forcibly imprison four titled Douluo.

The sky seemed to be covered by a spider web.

Just as these four powerful figures were bound...

A fierce glint flashed in Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo's eyes.

This is the moment they've been waiting for.

"Old ghost!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo let out a shriek.

Ghost Douluo became as illusory as smoke.

The two rushed toward each other without regard for anything else.

On them.

That ninth soul ring.

It simultaneously emitted golden and silver light.

The light spilled out like mercury, merging instantly.

"No! Stop them!"

The Seven Killing Swords of Dust Hearts unleashed a terrifying killing intent, attempting to sever the spider silk binding it.

But Bibi Dong's Soul-Devouring Spider Silk clung to him like a leech, suppressing his swordplay.

Dugu Bo's poison, Yu Yuanzhen's lightning, and Feng Bailong's wind were all restrained by the terrifying power of these twin martial souls.

It was too late for rescue.

"Soul Fusion Skill - Polar Stillness Domain!"

The golden and silver light, like a floodgate opened, covered everything in its path.

Time stood still.

Space is frozen.

The entire battlefield seemed to have been paused, falling into a deathly stillness.

"Ugh... Damn Rakshasa God Trial..."

"It actually backfired at this moment... restricting my soul power..."

Bibi Dong groaned, a trickle of purplish-black blood spilling from the corner of her mouth as she forcefully suppressed the surging backlash within her body.

In that instant when everything is still.

Her chilling gaze, like the compound eyes of a venomous spider, pierced through thousands of miles, locking onto Li Zhexian below.

"Ah……"

Without the slightest hesitation.

Bibi Dong squeezed out all the remaining soul power, her figure transforming into a deadly purple shadow, instantly appearing in front of Li Zhexian.

That hand held all the power she could muster at that moment.

It struck Li Zhexian on the chest.

time.

It was as if this moment was stretched out infinitely...

Li Zhexian heard a series of cracking sounds coming from his chest, the sound of his bones shattering inch by inch under destructive force, like the sound of a glacier breaking apart.

A chilling, vicious, and destructive soul force.

Invading his body.

Shred his flesh and blood.

(End of this chapter)