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

Chapter 189 A Gathering of Storms in the City of Slaughter: Ning Rongrong's Transformation

Chapter 189 A Gathering of Storms in the City of Slaughter: Ning Rongrong's Transformation
Sunset Forest.

A dark figure darted through the gnarled and twisted trees.

Each maneuver was a close call, narrowly avoiding the sharp claws of the soul beast behind him.

front.

It was a steep slope that she had already explored.

The speed did not decrease but increased!

His figure shot towards the edge of the slope like an arrow released from a bow!
He plummeted rapidly along the steep slope!
The soul beast behind them couldn't stop in time, and its huge body rose up on the hilltop, revealing its soft belly covered with fur.

Zheng——!
A cold glint suddenly broke through the darkness of the forest.

The girl's longsword, like a venomous snake, stabbed fiercely towards the soul beast's throat.

Pfft——!
The dull thud of a sharp blade tearing through tough flesh was mixed with the soul beast's shrill, distorted wail.

The sword's edge did not falter in the slightest.

A horrifying line of blood stretched from the neck down to the lower abdomen.

Wow——!
Large gushes of scalding hot blood, along with internal organs, cascaded down like a waterfall.

The water poured down on the girl below the slope.

Thick blood plasma soaked through her clothes, and a few strands of hair were stuck together in the blood, clinging to her pale but serene cheeks.

at this time.

A figure in white appeared silently at the top of the hill.

He looked down at the girl below, who was almost covered in blood, his expression complex, and finally he let out a sigh.

"Rongrong..."

"As a support-type Soul Master, it's enough to have mastered the sword to this extent."

Ning Rongrong raised her hand and wiped her face.

The bloodstains, instead of spreading out, only accentuated the stubbornness amidst the disheveled state.

"Grandpa Sword, that's not enough."

"This... has only been less than two years..."

"Yes, less than two years..."

Chen Xin slowly closed her eyes.

It was as if they couldn't bear to watch that shocking transformation any longer.

Who would have thought.

Just two years.

The once pampered and noble little princess has shed her gorgeous dresses and put on blood-stained armor.

Her skin was roughened by wind and frost, and her tender hands were covered with thick calluses from holding a sword.

Ning Rongrong took a deep breath, suppressing her surging blood and qi, and turned her gaze to the depths of the dense forest.

With a swift movement, she dashed towards the next training ground.

He wiped his hands on the still relatively clean part of his clothes.

She then gripped the pendant hanging around her neck tightly.

It was a small clay sword that she had broken and then glued back together.

It was Li Zhexian who took it back from her and abandoned it on the back mountain.

She secretly retrieved it and has treasured it ever since.

Pope's Palace.

Hu Liena knelt down, head bowed, and said:
"Master, your disciple has decided to go to the City of Slaughter."

A series of clashing sounds came from afar.

The shoes, meticulously tanned from the hide of some kind of soul beast, came into Hu Liena's view.

"Have you thought this through?"

"A killing capital, a place of no return, a paradise of evil."

"Upon entering, all soul skills are sealed. Even titled Douluo regard it as an extremely dangerous place."

Hu Liena bit her lower lip tightly until she tasted a slightly metallic sweetness.

"Disciple has thought it through: the only way is to break through the City of Slaughter!"

"Only this disciple has a chance to surpass... Li Zhexian!"

This name was exported.

The temperature inside the main hall plummeted.

Hu Liena's pupils suddenly contracted as she saw spiderweb-like cracks spreading silently across the floor tile where the end of the teacher's scepter rested.

Hu Liena lowered her head even further.

His forehead was almost touching the cold ground.

"Li Zhexian..."

"His talent is terrifying!"

"Although there are rumors circulating that he has died, I do not believe it!"

"To avenge my brother and Yan, and to restore the glory of the Spirit Hall, this disciple will surely walk out of the City of Slaughter alive!"

Bibi Dong remained silent.

A warm, smooth skull appeared in Hu Liena's lowered gaze.

"Absorb it and then go back."

Hu Liena quickly replied:

"Teacher! This is too precious! Your disciple..."

Bibi Dong slowly turned around.

The white-clad pope swept across the ground.

It left behind a bluish-purple, sticky, wet stain.

"The skull of spiritual wisdom that I prepared for you was the most suitable for your martial soul, but unfortunately it was taken away by Li Zhexian."

"Although this bone is not a skull of wisdom, its quality is in no way inferior."

“If it is given to you, then accept it.”

Hu Liena carefully cradled the skull. "Your disciple will never fail your high expectations!"

Bibi Dong sat back on the throne, her right hand supporting her bright and beautiful face.

"If you really meet Li Zhexian."

"Remember, never lay a hand on him."

"You are no match for him."

"Yes."

Hu Liena responded respectfully.

however.

When she lowered her head.

Those alluring, upturned fox eyes, however, were brimming with resentment.

"Li Zhexian..."

She will never forget.

How did that boy in white kick her off the stage in such an almost humiliating manner?

Within the territory of the Heavenly Dou Empire.

A two-hundred-meter waterfall crashed down with a thunderous roar.

Amidst the roar, a mist of water was stirred up, enveloping the entire valley in a hazy fog.

Amidst the misty haze.

A slender figure stood at the heart of the waterfall's impact.

He gripped a small, jet-black hammer and swung it wildly against the current of the waterfall.

Each swing of the hammer.

The waterfall was pushed upwards and rolled back several feet.

One strike!
Another blow!
The hammers clashed continuously, and a strong wind swept through!
Until the eighty-one hammer blows are completed!
"break--!"

A loud shout pierced through the roaring sound of the water.

Rumble——! ! !
The 200-meter-high waterfall was completely cut off and rolled back by this one hammer blow.

The water column shot straight into the sky.

By the pool.

A burly man dressed in tattered hemp clothing stood with his hands behind his back.

A rare, relieved smile appeared on his resolute face.

It caused the 200-meter-long waterfall to flow backwards...

He couldn't achieve this level of accomplishment at that age.

A figure shot out from the swirling water like a fish and landed steadily on the shore; it was Tang San.

Compared to two years ago.

His appearance has changed significantly.

His once ordinary facial features became angular and distinct, and his falling hair had a deep black-blue sheen.

however.

Tang San knew this in his heart.

Compared to his appearance, his transformation in strength was truly earth-shattering.

He broke through to the fifth level of the Mysterious Heaven Skill, his soul power advanced to level fifty-one, he mastered the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, and his Blue Silver Grass awakened into the plant-type martial soul, Blue Silver Emperor.

Moreover, the Haotian Hammer is combined with Tang Clan hidden weapons.

Unless the opponent possesses a soul skill that specifically counters hidden weapons or teleportation.

Otherwise, there would be no chance of dodging his hidden weapon.

Compared to two years ago!
His combat power has more than doubled.

Tang Hao's smile vanished, his gaze sharp as lightning as he stared directly at Tang San:

"You think you're really that great?"

Tang San remained silent and did not answer.

His clenched fist betrayed his inner thoughts.

The image of the white-clad figure wielding a sword lingered in my mind.

Tang Hao casually tossed a coarse cloth outer shirt over his shoulder.

"You still lack a real life-or-death struggle."

"Your practical experience is decent, so there's no need to underestimate yourself."