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

Chapter 193 A treasure trove for honing skills, vying for the bloodline power with the King of Slaughter.

The Hell Slaughter Arena is located in the center of the inner city.

It is divided into four major regions: east, south, west, and north.

If combined, it would have swallowed up almost a third of the inner city's territory.

Deep within the walls of the circular arena.

Countless skeletons were poured into it.

The pervasive stench of blood in the city originated from this place.

Li Zhexian paused for a moment in front of the gate of the killing field, then stepped inside.

The rules of the killing field are simple and brutal.

Ten people enter the arena; regardless of their methods, only one will emerge victorious.

A hundred consecutive wins make one the champion of the killing field, qualified to knock on the door to hell.

It doesn't sound like a difficult task.

But as the winning streak accumulates, the opponents encountered also become increasingly formidable.

At the end.

To match a fierce and evenly matched battle.

Waiting for months is common.

The moment Li Zhexian stepped in.

The thick, almost tangible darkness instantly engulfed him.

All lighting methods are ineffective.

Only the deathly silence and the sound of my own footsteps echoed in my ears.

Walk forward several dozen steps.

When the last step falls.

The darkness before my eyes receded like the tide.

As far as the eye could see, there was a square space about a kilometer in size, confined by boundless darkness.

There is no referee.

There were no spectators in sight.

Only on the arena, the ten people, including Li Zhexian, cast cold and murderous glances at each other.

The silence lasted only a moment.

The next second—

"die!"

"Only I can survive!"

A hysterical scream exploded.

The light of soul power, whether strong or weak, suddenly erupted.

Soul skills cannot be used.

Then we'll return to the most primal form of combat.

Chop with a knife and hack with an axe!
A bloody battle!
Zheng——

A cold, sharp sword light tore through the darkness.

Even colder than the sword's gleam were the swordsman's dark eyes.

Li Zhexian held the Azure Lotus Sword.

The sword was enveloped in a cyan-gold sword intent.

Facing two ferocious opponents who pounced on them.

His wrist trembled slightly.

A horizontal slash with the sword.

puff-

The lapis lazuli light flashed and disappeared in an instant.

The sound was so faint it was almost an illusion.

The two thugs who pounced on him paused in their movements.

I subconsciously looked down at my lower body, but there seemed to be nothing unusual.
A sinister grin returned to their faces, and they charged forward again.

Step out!
puff-

puff-

The two suddenly lost their balance and fell heavily to the ground.

In surprise and doubt, he turned around and saw only his own mutilated body, from the waist down, still standing stiffly in place.

Large gushes of blood gushed from the severed wounds, and the two mutilated bodies convulsed before quickly losing their life force.

In the blink of an eye, of the ten people... only four remained!
The remaining three exchanged glances instantly. Without a word, their soul power surged, and they all locked onto the most threatening Li Zhexian.

In terms of soul power fluctuations, none of the three were at the Soul Venerable level.

Such a collaboration.

In Li Zhexian's eyes.

How are they any different from clay chickens and earthenware dogs?
His thoughts moved slightly.

The still-warm blood flowing on the ring suddenly came to life.

Swords, forged from blood, rose sharply from the pool of blood.

The dim space was illuminated by this eerie red light, making it resemble a hellish inferno.

call out--

call out--

The blood-red sword pierced the air, accompanied by a fierce whistling sound.

The piercing screams rang out almost simultaneously, then abruptly ceased, followed by three more mutilated corpses.

This is the end.

On the dimly lit arena.

Only Li Bai, the banished immortal, remained alone.

He exhaled a breath of foul air, thick with the metallic smell of rust.

"For ordinary Soul Masters, having their Soul Rings sealed reduces their combat power by seventy or eighty percent."

"But for those of me who have mastered swordsmanship in this way, the advantage is actually greater than the disadvantage of the other."

"With a thousand years of history in the Killing City, there are not many people who can struggle to survive in this dangerous place and master their own unique skills, but they are by no means an exception."

"Such a person could be called a 'master of skill'!"

Examples include Feng Xiaotian's Thirty-Six Slashes of Gale, Tang San's Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, and various other Tang Clan techniques.

Li Zhexian's eyes sparkled.

Having honed his skills to this point, challenging opponents of higher levels is commonplace for him. Having experienced countless life-or-death situations, he possesses a unique sense of pride.

"And the fourth realm of swordsmanship..."

"He can be called a master of skill and art!"

"This place is truly a treasure trove for honing one's skills!"

"The sixth form of the Azure Lotus Sword Song should be forged in blood and fire!"

"The tavern owner and the woman in black both said I lacked killing intent..." Thinking of this.

Li Zhexian's sword-like eyebrows suddenly furrowed.

He stared intently at the crimson blood swords floating in front of him.

The Blood Sword contains the profound power of the fourth realm of swordsmanship.

At this moment, it began to melt away silently.

at the same time.

All the pools of blood on the ring.

They all seemed to be summoned by an invisible force.

They rushed to seep into and disappear from the ground.

"Um?!"

The forehead behind Li Zhexian's mask.

A blue lotus sword mark appeared.

He was dressed in flowing black robes.

The power of the fourth realm of swordsmanship was unleashed in a massive burst.

Center around him.

A fierce storm composed of pure sword intent swept out.

The blood that was melting and seeping into the ground was forcibly restrained by this terrifying sword intent, and it slowly reformed into scarlet blood swords.

however.

A powerful force from deep underground instantly shattered these blood swords.

The sword intent and that invisible force were locked in a fierce tug-of-war.

The blood struggles repeatedly between coagulation and dissolution.

Li Zhexian gritted his teeth, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

The unrestrained release of his sword intent had already made him feel dizzy.

finally.

A soft sound.

All the Crimson Blood Swords completely disintegrated.

It turned into a rain of blood and fell to the ground, splashing up a crimson spray.

Immediately, the blood, like snakes returning to their nests, seeped into the ground and disappeared without a trace.

Li Zhexian gasped for breath, his eyes flickering slightly.

"The city of slaughter is born of blood."

"The fourth realm of swordsmanship, 'All Things Are Swords,' seems to be able to contend with the King of Slaughter for the power of blood?"

"Unfortunately, the swordsmanship of the fourth realm is still not up to par."

at this time.

In the dimly lit space.

Suddenly, a biting, pungent wind swept through.

Li Bai knew this in his heart.

This is a killing field driving the victors away.

He didn't linger.

Step by step, we entered the viscous, dark tunnel we had come from.

Tens of breaths later.

Li Zhexian reappeared outside the killing field.

The sudden appearance of dim light made him squint slightly.

His gaze swept across the field.

Near the gate of the killing field, pairs of bloodshot eyes had gathered.

Those gazes...

Like a jackal spotting its prey.

It was filled with bloodthirsty madness and greed.

He stared intently at everyone who walked out of the killing field.

Several figures, their auras clearly weakened, took their first step and then gritted their teeth and ran wildly.

A dozen or so men grinned maliciously and immediately gave chase.

Li Zhexian walked forward with a steady gait and no expression on his face.

A series of ill-intentioned gazes fell upon him.

He made no attempt to back down.

A cold gaze pierced back like a sword.

This is the norm in the hellish killing field.

In a hellish battlefield where only one in ten survives, walking out alive is just the beginning.

Step out of that door.

We must be constantly on guard against the wolves lurking all around us.

unless……

You have companions with whom you can entrust your life and death.

But in this killing capital where all the evil in the world converges, trust is the greatest luxury.

"A den of filth and scum... that's not even enough to describe this city of slaughter..."

Li Zhexian's right hand is loosely clenched.

hum-

The Azure Lotus Sword appeared as summoned.

The cyan-gold sword intent swirled around the sword like flames.

It emitted a chilling, captivating light.

Under countless gazes that suddenly turned to fear.

Instead of retreating, Li Zhexian swayed and charged towards the menacing "hunters".

laugh--

laugh--

The lapis lazuli sword beams crisscrossed.

Wherever you go.

Large clusters of blood blossoms bloomed.

The hunters, who had been as fierce as wolves just moments before, were now terrified. Terrified screams replaced their snarls, and they fled in all directions in a panic, like an ant colony being doused with boiling water.

Wherever the sword points, the jackals scatter!

　Chapter Three

　　
　
(End of this chapter)