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

Chapter 172 The Fifth Sword Intent, Murderous Attack Encounters at the Snowy Road Inn

Several moonstones were embedded in the four corners of the tavern.

The dim light barely illuminated the few crooked tables and chairs around the stove.

in the corner.

A young man was sitting there.

He was wrapped in a heavy black fur cloak, the turned-up fur collar almost completely obscuring half of his face.

A large straw raincoat was pressed low to his forehead, with remnants of melting snow hanging from its edges, and water droplets silently sliding down the bamboo stripes.

Clearly, he had only been inside for a short time, and his body still carried the chill of the past.

Under the straw raincoat.

A strikingly handsome face, with a scar running diagonally from his brow bone to the corner of his eye.

A few strands of her jet-black hair, which were not gathered up, were sharply tied into a high ponytail on her head, exuding a cold and aloof aura.

The proprietress swayed her hips as she walked up to him.

She put her hand on his shoulder.

With his other hand, he picked up the wine jug on the table.

Slowly pour the strong liquor into the rough earthenware cup.

The strong, pungent aroma of alcohol, mixed with wisps of white steam, created a hazy mist in front of Li Zhexian.

The proprietress laughed so hard she was shaking.

"Guest, try some of our Northern strong liquor to warm your body!"

"Tsk tsk, compared to the strong liquor of our Northern Territory, isn't the liquor outside like horse piss?"

Li Zhexian didn't touch the bowl of wine, and said coldly:

Where is the meat I ordered?

"Such strong liquor can't be taken on an empty stomach."

The proprietress smiled slightly, about to speak.

Bang-!
The wooden door was violently kicked open.

The wind and snow howled in.

Four burly men, dressed in blood-stained animal skin coats, burst through the wind and snow and entered.

They shook the snow off their bodies.

He walked swaggeringly toward the empty table in the middle.

"Boss lady!"

The burly man leading the group roared:
"Two catties of strong liquor, four large bowls of hot soup noodles, and damn it, add two catties of meat!"

The proprietress quickly responded.

"Alright! Please wait a moment, gentlemen!"

The four men sat down, their eyes scanning the tavern like hawks.

When my gaze fell upon the figure shrouded in a black cloak in the corner.

One of the burly men's eyes suddenly lit up, and he pointed and shouted:

"Hey! Kid, lift your head!"

Li Zhexian did as he was told and looked up.

The burly man sized him up, his dark eyebrows furrowing into a knot.

"Alright, that's all for you!"

He turned to his companion and said in a deep voice:
"Damn it, what a waste of time! I thought I'd struck gold and run into that Li Zhexian that the Spirit Hall has a bounty on!"

Another burly man poured himself a cup of scalding hot pine needle tea, tilted his head back and gulped it down, grimacing and exhaling.

"Hey, you think running into someone is a good thing?"

"Even the Pope was nailed down by that monster, do you think we brothers can take him on?"

Once she started talking, she couldn't stop.

"Who said the Pope was nailed to the ground? Is your news reliable?"

"You've only heard rumors. Did the Spirit Hall spread them? I know something. Li Zhexian didn't kill seventeen deacons of the Spirit Hall for no reason, nor was he beaten to a pulp and fled in terror by His Holiness the Pope!"

"Oh, I've heard of that too. I heard that Li Zhexian is already dead?"

Li Zhexian looked at the four people's desks.

A piece of paper, stained with snow, lay there.

His portrait was prominently displayed above.

“Bibi Dong really hates me to the bone; she even has a bounty on my head in the Northern Territory.”

He silently thought to himself:
"Thanks to Senior Feng Bailong for giving me this human skin mask when we parted."

"I just don't know which friend spread the news that 'I am dead'."

Just as he was deep in thought.

Bang-!
A large hand slammed down on the table, making the teapot jump around.

"Damn it! You kid in the corner! I'm asking you a question! Are you deaf?!"

The burly man glared angrily.

"What the hell are you looking at?!"

Li Zhexian remained silent.

"Hey! You son of a bitch..."

The burly man jumped to his feet and was about to advance towards the corner.

"Oh dear! Your four distinguished guests, please calm down, please calm down!"

The proprietress strode over carrying two large platters of food and wine, her slightly rough hands resting on the chest of the burly man as he stood up, a smile spreading across her face.

"Why get angry with a child! The food and drinks are here, eat them while they're hot!"

"Consider this a small token of my appreciation, and I'll add another dish to make amends!"

"Hmph!" The burly man glared at the boy with his head down in the corner.

"You're lucky, kid!"

After the proprietress set out the food and drinks.

The burly man grinned and casually pinched her plump buttocks.

"Ouch! You bastard!"

The proprietress blushed and glared at him, though she dared not speak her anger.

"Hahahaha!"

The four men's laughter erupted in the tavern.

"Come on, come on, eat, eat, eat!"

"After we've eaten and drunk our fill, we still need to venture into the Frozen Forest to hunt soul beasts!"

"Hey, this time we've joined the Snow Bear Mercenary Group, and they're tough nut to crack. We're guaranteed to get something out of it!"

"Are you OK?"

The proprietress walked to Li Zhexian's table.

He placed a plate of dark red meat down and lowered his voice:
"Eat quickly, and then leave as soon as you're done."

"At such a young age, why are you all alone in this godforsaken place, the North?"

Li Zhexian said gratefully:
"Thanks."

The proprietress smiled.

"Oh, you've learned to be polite now?"

"Eat up, beef with strong liquor is the best way to enjoy it."

Li Zhexian nodded, picked up the rough earthenware bowl, tilted his head back, and poured a mouthful of strong liquor.

The liquor felt like a knife as it went down his throat, and his face flushed instantly, his eyes becoming slightly glazed.

He dazedly put down the bowl, shook his head violently, and then his head slammed heavily against the edge of the table with a "thud," and he fell silent.

The four burly men immediately stood up and began to yell at the proprietress with dissatisfaction.

"It's just a kid, why don't you let the four of us brothers take action?!"

The proprietress frowned as she stared at the drugged boy.

"It's always better to be careful."

“Things have been pretty turbulent lately. Three shops on this street have already been shut down.”

"This kid, I've tried to persuade him to drink several times, both openly and subtly, but he just won't touch it. Otherwise, why would I need you guys?"

Four burly men surrounded them.

One of them spat on the ground.

With a clang, he drew the thick-backed machete from his waist.

The blade slashed hard against the inside of his elbow, leaving a dark red stain on the edge.

He grinned maliciously, swung his arm in a wide arc, and with the blade whistling through the air, slashed down fiercely at Li Zhexian, who was lying face down on the table.

Bang-!
Cha——!
The wooden table burst open with a crash.

Wine bowls and food plates shattered on the floor.

But there was no bloodshed or flying flesh.

The five men were horrified.

"Turn around."

A cold voice suddenly rang out.

The five people suddenly turned around.

He only felt a dark sword light sweep past his eyes.

The moment the sword flashed.

The dim lights in the tavern dimmed for a moment.

There was no clanging of metal, no sound of flesh being torn apart.

The five people's pupils dilated, as if their life force had been drained, and they fell straight backward.

"The fourth one..."

Li Zhexian muttered to himself.

He had been in this harsh northern region for half a month.

Unintentionally, I stepped onto this dangerous road known as the "Black Road".

The inns along the way were all shady establishments that preyed on people for money and murder.

"If it weren't for waiting to see if there was anyone else in the shop..."

He glanced at the wine jug on the table of the four burly men, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Four people and two jin of strong liquor?"

"What kind of banditry is this?"

The black fur cloak billowed out suddenly, stirring up dust on the ground.

Li Zhexian sat down cross-legged on the spot.

As the breaths gradually became longer.

His forehead.

A black lotus sword mark quietly appeared.

at the same time.

A deathly, withered sword intent.

It emanated from Li Zhexian...

　Chapter Three, ten minutes later...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)