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

Chapter 194 Title: Blood Slaughter Sword, A New and Mysterious Brew

The thick darkness carried a chill.

Ten figures emerged from the passageway.

The nine people's expressions changed drastically when their gazes fell upon the figure in black.

"Damn it!"

"Blood Slaughter Sword!"

"Thousands of people were matched up, but they all ran into this jinx!"

The words have not yet fallen.

The nine people sprang up in perfect unison.

The spear's edge is like a venomous snake's tongue, the fist's force like a heavy hammer shattering rocks...

Two of them launched attacks far beyond the constraints of soul power, clearly demonstrating their mastery of the basics of martial arts.

Om-!
A sword light suddenly shone.

The sword light was a deep, almost viscous crimson.

Crimson drops of liquid actually dripped from the sword's edge.

The intense, almost overwhelming stench of blood, carried by the flashing sword light, overwhelmed all the killing intent in the arena.

puff-

Seven mutilated bodies were severed at the waist, their blood spraying out like blooming red spider lilies.

The remaining two were sent flying backward and crashed to the ground. They slapped the blood-filled puddle with their palms to gain momentum and leap up, only to see an even faster crimson light slash down from the sky.

Li Zhexian's sword was faster than their survival instincts.

laugh--

Two heads rolled to the ground, their faces frozen in extreme terror.

The two headless corpses, still reeling from the impact of their slamming into the ground, strangely stood up straight.

Match 36, 9501, Victory!

Around the arena, in the all-consuming darkness, a sudden, suppressed gasp of cold air arose.

The killing field is not without spectators.

Pay for a Bloody Mary and you can watch lower-level matches.

The more wins a game has, the greater the cost of watching it.

In the darkness, identities were concealed, and everyone was wary of each other; no one dared to make a rash move.

now.

A series of horrified gazes were fixed on the blood-clad youth sitting cross-legged in the center of the arena.

"We won! 9501 won again!"

"A person gets a name, and a tree gets a shadow! Stripped of its number, it is now known as 'Blood Slaughter Sword,' truly a name that matches its ferocity!"

"Our Southern District has also produced a seed that has the potential to become a champion through countless battles!"

"Why does the Blood Slaughter Sword always sit and linger after instantly killing its opponent, only leaving when it is driven away?"

A corner of the auditorium.

Hu Liena retreated swiftly.

A flicker of barely concealed fear crossed her delicate, blood-stained face.

"This fiend's sword is even more ferocious now!"

"In just two short months, it's as if he's been tempered in a pool of blood!"

"pity……"

"He's a stubborn lunatic who won't listen to reason!"

She gritted her teeth inwardly.

A few days ago, she mustered up her courage and tried to approach this swordsman.

Never thought about it.

She wasn't given a chance to speak; the moment they met, they unleashed a devastatingly powerful attack.

Even if she invoked her identity as a member of the Spirit Hall, it was to no avail.

Things are different now!

This man's sword is becoming increasingly terrifying!
She relied on her familiarity with the terrain to her advantage, but her efforts were gradually worn down as her opponent became more and more familiar with the Killing City!
At this moment.

Hu Liena truly dared not appear before that boy in black again.

Mind this.

She couldn't help but quicken her pace.

Just as she was about to rush into a dark alleyway.

A figure slowly emerged from the shadows of the alley, a large hood obscuring his face.

"Um?!"

Hu Liena's eyes turned cold.

Apart from facing the Blood Slaughter Sword, she has now won nearly twenty consecutive matches, so why should she be timid and hesitant in this inner city?

Seeing someone blocking her way, she didn't hesitate. She pulled out the dagger strapped to her calf and swooped down like a phantom.

The cold light appears!

A direct strike to the opponent's throat!

however.

He rushed forward.

A heavy, mountain-like aura suddenly pressed down.

Hu Liena was startled and immediately changed her tactics.

He feinted with the dagger, then twisted his waist sharply, unleashing a fierce whip kick that whistled through the air, aimed directly at his opponent's head.

The wind howled.

He lifted the hood of the newcomer.

He revealed a handsome yet gloomy face, with long, dark blue hair casually tied back.

The powerful whip kick, capable of blasting the air apart, came crashing down.

The person who came did not dodge or avoid them.

He simply and calmly raised the small, jet-black hammer in his hand, which exuded an oppressive, mountain-like aura. "This is..."

"Clear Sky Hammer?!"

"You're from the Haotian Sect?!"

Hu Liena's pupils contracted slightly, and she forcefully withdrew her strength.

With a light touch of his toes, he darted backward dozens of meters like a willow catkin before finally regaining his footing.

Tang San was quite pleased with the apprehension Hu Liena showed because of the Clear Sky Hammer.

He has been practicing diligently for the past two years.

It wasn't all for nothing.

Hu Liena snorted coldly, tightened her grip on the dagger, and spoke with sarcasm:

"Put away your pointless arrogance."

"Do they still think the Clear Sky Hammer is the number one weapon spirit in the world?"

"You haven't been in the City of Slaughter for very long. Haven't you heard of the Azure Lotus Sword that defeated the Clear Sky Hammer?"

Tang San's gaze gradually hardened, and his eyes grew colder.

How could he not know?

That was the shame he was determined to wash away in his lifetime!

Seeing the other person's aura suddenly change, Hu Liena curled her lips in disdain and turned to leave.

Behind.

Tang San's calm voice came through:
"The City of Slaughter is a place where hidden talents abound, and with soul skills sealed, unpredictable changes are inevitable."

"You risk your life in the killing field, what you should be seeking is to pass through the road to hell and leave this place."

"If you and I join forces, we will have nothing to fear from the Blood Slaughter Sword."

"Join forces?"

Hu Liena didn't stop walking, nor did she turn her head; her disdainful, cold words drifted on the wind:

"The only one worthy of cooperating with me is the Blood Slaughter Sword!"

"Wait until you defeat him before you start making noise!"

The words fell.

Her figure had already disappeared into the depths of the dark alley like a ghost.

Blink and disappear.

"Ah……"

Tang San stared in the direction where Hu Liena had disappeared, and gave a cold, sinister laugh.

immediately……

His gaze shifted to the exit of the killing field.

The victors were slowly walking out there.

He didn't linger.

Turn around and blend into another shadow.

"A sword prodigy has emerged from the City of Slaughter... Is there really such a coincidence..."

"The Blood Slaughter Sword? Even if I could kill it, I would probably be injured."

“To be wounded in the killing city is tantamount to courting death.”

"It's time for me to try and go on a winning streak."

"I, Tang San, will definitely brave the Road to Hell."

Li Zhexian left the killing field.

He went straight back to his residence in the killing city.

This is a rare and tranquil courtyard, with pavilions and a small pond, which has a touch of elegance.

The price was eight hundred Bloody Marys.

Step into the courtyard.

He sat cross-legged in the shadow of the wall.

Thoughts moved slightly.

A wine jug appeared out of thin air on the ground in front of me.

The teapot exudes a chilling aura.

Observe carefully.

The pot was not empty.

Instead, it contained a murky, viscous, blood-red liquid, like diluted bone ash.

Even more bizarrely, countless tiny, twisted shadows appeared and disappeared within the liquid.

If you listen closely, it sounds as if countless overlapping curses and cries are churning and fermenting violently inside the pot.

This is precisely how Li Zhexian, following the secret method in "The Record of Brewing Wine," collected undying obsessions, dying voices, and unfinished dreams from places where countless spirits perished.

It is then supplemented with a blood essence called blood amber.

This is a rare and precious brew that can only be made in this way.

named...

Blood, resentment, and fragrance emanate from the River of Oblivion.

Li Zhexian closed his eyes, and wisps of murky blood mist drifted from his body.

It slowly fell into the mouth of the bottle.

This is why he lingers in the killing field after each killing session.

It was midnight.

Li Zhexian slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at the still somewhat diluted, mysterious immortal wine in front of him.

A hint of anticipation flashed in his eyes.

"When the celestial brew becomes opaque, that is the day it is ready."