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

Chapter 165 Fate Tribulation and Rebirth: Li Zhexian's Last Dance Before Death

"puff--!"

"puff--!"

A tragically beautiful blood-red rainbow pierced the sky.

Fragments of Li Zhexian's internal organs spurted out mixed with fresh blood.

He flew hundreds of meters like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the cracked ground.

It rolled and plowed out a long, blood-red furrow.

Finally, it lay amidst the chaos, silent forever.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

The boy lay dying in a pool of blood, like a broken doll, his white clothes stained with blood.

In the realm of two-polar stillness.

This horrific scene was like a frozen painting, with even the splattered blood droplets suspended in mid-air.

Bibi Dong slowly straightened up.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her lips, gazing at the lifeless boy in the distance, her sinister laughter echoing in the frozen world.

Click——click——

Click——click——

The sound of shattering glass tore through the silence.

Time resumes its flow, frozen birds flap their wings, and suspended leaves sway.

This moment.

"A banished immortal!!!"

Huo Wu, Feng Xiaotian, Yu Tianheng, and the others were furious. They unleashed their soul power to repel the enemy and rushed towards the pool of blood like madmen.

We were just fighting side by side.

They imagined the celebration after breaking through the encirclement.

In the blink of an eye, the exceptionally talented young man was on the verge of death.

Dugu Yan staggered along, falling and struggling to get up again, tears blurring her vision.

Ye Lingling swayed precariously, her face ashen, and sobbed as she rushed toward Li Zhexian.

"Li...Li the Immortal..."

A flash of golden light.

A thousand feet of snow fell to the ground.

It immediately flapped its wings again, its empty eyes staring blankly at the pool of blood.

Zhu Zhuqing forgot to breathe and grieve, and staggered toward Li Zhexian on instinct alone.

A bloody battlefield.

In an instant, I was enveloped in sorrow.

The neutral parties, who had fled the war, watched the figures rushing towards the blood-soaked youth, their faces filled with shock and regret.

"The exceptionally talented Li Bai was actually..."

"Having been struck by His Holiness the Pope, there's no way he could survive!"

"Heaven is jealous of talent! Such a brilliant genius died such a violent death!"

"The future of mainland China is likely to lose much of its luster!"

The Soul Masters of Heaven Dou City had just turned over the new pages.

The instant time and space resumed their flow, Li Zhexian's splattered blood spread across the paper.

His expression was frozen.

All that remained was an incredulous sense of bewilderment.

"Master Jianjiu..."

Where Shrek is located.

Yu Xiaogang could not hide his shock.

He was just analyzing Li Zhexian's twin martial souls.

In the blink of an eye.

The situation has completely changed.

"Li Zhexian... is dead..."

Based on his theoretical deduction.

Given Li Zhexian's current soul power level, there is absolutely no chance of him surviving a full-force palm strike from Bibi Dong.

After a brief moment of astonishment, Dai Mubai...

Ecstasy spread across his face like a poisonous vine.

He could barely suppress a low growl.

That Li Zhexian, whom he was jealous of and feared!
Finally dead!

Overwhelmed with joy, he trembled uncontrollably.

Tang San's pale face twitched slightly as he looked at the silent, blood-soaked body, a complex emotion flashing across his eyes.

The death of Li Zhexian.

He was naturally pleased to see it.

But he hoped even more...

In the future, I will personally defeat Li Zhexian and wash away the shame.

above the sky.

Dugu Bo, Yu Yuanzhen, Chen Xin, and Feng Bailong's expressions changed drastically.

"Excommunicate the Immortal!"

These titled Douluo, who stand at the pinnacle of the continent, rarely exhibit such intense emotional fluctuations.

now.

They were filled with shock and anger, and their breaths were out of control, causing the wind and clouds to shift rapidly.

The four of them wished they could tear space apart.

They charged headlong toward where Li Zhexian was.

A deafening roar echoed across the sky. Just as all those close to them rushed towards the pool of blood in despair and grief, and sorrow filled the entire square…

A sudden change occurred!

A soul ring, as deep as ink and entwined with blood-red patterns, rose up on its own and hovered above Li Zhexian's broken body.

"This...this is Li Zhexian's fourth soul ring!"

Someone gasped in surprise.

hum-

hum-

A chilling aura quietly emanated from the soul ring.

Under a barrage of astonished and suspicious gazes.

On the spirit ring, the originally sparse blood-red patterns spread rapidly as if they were alive, covering the entire pitch-black spirit ring.

Crimson Soul Ring!
Scarlet and glistening!

Its color was even more alluring than that of a 100,000-year-old soul ring!

Followed by.

This eerie, blood-red soul ring began to melt.

Like a red-hot iron dripping molten iron, or like burning tears of blood, drop by drop... dripping onto Li Zhexian's shattered body.

This bizarre scene.

It sent chills down everyone's spine.

"what is that?!"

"The spirit ring is melting?!"

Sudden and drastic changes.

Dugu Bo and the other four titled Douluo, along with Li Zhexian's friends, all stopped in their tracks.

however.

While everyone was filled with surprise and doubt.

A mournful cry, like the lament of a cuckoo crying blood, rang out from the towering snow.

"Do not--!!!"

She understood what this scene represented.

She recalled what Li Zhexian had said to her under the ancient tree that night.

Her empty eyes were completely overwhelmed by fear and despair as she watched the crimson soul ring melt.

This was mentioned by Li Bai...

I hope we never have to use that forbidden soul skill—Life Tribulation Rebirth—that unleashes the final, brilliant burst of life.

"Li Zhexian! No!"

Qian Renxue, as if possessed, rushed towards the figure in the bloody light without regard for anything else.

Her reaction was too extreme.

This instantly made everyone realize that this was definitely not a good thing, and they rushed towards Li Zhexian again in a frenzy.

But it was too late.

The floating crimson soul ring completely melted away.

The last drop of thick, crimson liquid silently merged into Li Zhexian's body.

boom--

A strange and terrifying blood-red light.

Suddenly, it shot into the sky from Li Zhexian's mangled body.

I saw...

Enveloped in blood-red light.

Li Zhexian slowly floated up.

His entire body was crimson, like a humanoid amber that had just crawled out of a sea of ​​blood, exuding an ominous aura.

The battlefield, stained with blood, was as silent as an abyss.

A variety of gazes, each with its own distinct emotion, were directed at the blood-soaked youth standing there.

Li Zhexian's white robe was already soaked in blood.

A crimson mist of blood swirled around him.

It was as if even the air itself had been stained red.

Anyone could see that something was wrong with Li Zhexian at this moment.

Qian Renxue staggered backward, her slender fingers gripping the front of her clothes tightly.

Her heart clenched with excruciating pain, and glistening tears welled up in her eyes, blurring the blood-red figure in her vision.

"Li...Li the Immortal..."

As Zhu Zhuqing looked at the blonde girl who was on the verge of collapse, the red acacia flower pressed against her chest suddenly became hot.

Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, and Li Zhexian's many friends all looked pale and bewildered at Li Zhexian, who was shrouded in blood.

Dugu Bo and the other four titled Douluo landed on the ground.

Their faces were all extremely pale; Li Zhexian's condition was unsettling.

"Humph!"

Ghost and Chrysanthemum Douluo landed beside Bibi Dong, frowning as they looked at the blood-mist-shrouded Li Zhexian.

Bibi Dong's face was pale.

She was quite exhausted.

In addition, they were shackled by divine trials.

At this point, his condition had deteriorated to an extremely low level.

But he still faced the strangely aura-filled Li Zhexian with a cold smile.

However, he is only a Soul Master at level 40-something.

What can we do to her?

　The next two chapters will be edited in ten minutes...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)