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

Chapter 199 Li Zhexian Injured? Over Three Thousand Desperate Criminals Covet the Treasure

The inner city's base color remained scarlet.

Anyone with a keen mind would have already sensed the ominous signs.

In the last two days.

The surge in sales of pills and weapons within the inner city is clear evidence of this.

Even more striking is...

For two consecutive days, notorious thugs from the other three districts have been spotted in the southern part of the inner city.

These malevolent spirits, without exception, all came for the "treasure" of the Blood Slaughter Sword.

If the treasure is merely a name without substance.

Perhaps it won't cause such a stir.

After all, the Blood Slaughter Sword was so infamous that no ordinary person would dare to covet it.
Can be biased.

The rumors circulating these past two days are incredibly bizarre.

The phrase "With that treasure, knocking on the road to hell is like walking on flat ground" is enough to drive the outlaws of the killing city mad.

Stepping into this place.

Who doesn't yearn to become king after a hundred battles?

Either clear the Hell Road and see the light of day again.

Either you can enjoy permanent residency and become a guest of honor of the King of Slaughter.

Such intense killing intent.

It lingered in the city for more than a month.

The day of Blood Slaughter Sword's slaughter has finally arrived.

When that cold and aloof young man in black stepped into the killing field.

Countless eyes lurking in the shadows instantly focused, rushing into the spectator stands.

until……

Later arrivals carried over a hundred bottles of Bloody Mary.

But a cold voice poured down on him:
"This venue is full."

"Choose another killing field to watch."

The crowd dispersed in surprise and disbelief.

An uproar ensued.

"Full capacity?! How is that possible!"

"When has the stands in the killing field ever been full?!"

"Just how many people are eyeing the Blood Slaughter Sword?!"

Deep in the shadows.

A murmur arose.

A figure leaning on a cane looked particularly sinister; his face was completely disfigured, and his only remaining eye was as malevolent as a venomous snake.

He didn't say a word.

My abdomen heaved up and down.

The strangely sung ventriloquism echoed softly.

"The Killing Arena has opened its three hundred arenas simultaneously."

"A single arena can hold a maximum of one thousand people."

The words fell.

The surrounding gazes flickered with apprehension.

This man is called Old Scarface, a living legend in the inner city.

No one knows how long he lived in the inner city.

Just know.

He rarely ventured into the killing field.

The reason he was able to shed his number and earn the nickname "Old Scarface" is...
It was simply because he had been outside the killing field.

A seeded player who has been ambushed three times in a row and is expected to "win the championship after a hundred battles".

Although they did not succeed.

He himself ended up with many disabilities.

But none of those three seeded teams managed to clear the Hell Road.

Such a mysterious and ruthless old ghost.

Nature is something to be extremely wary of.

now.

Outside the killing field.

Even the shadowy hiding places were crowded with people.

"There are probably nearly two thousand people outside the venue, and there are still a thousand inside!"

"Three thousand eyes are fixed on the Blood Slaughter Sword, this priceless treasure! The inner city is about to be turned upside down!"

"Who would dare to touch that angelic girl from the Spirit Hall? Her identity is far too terrifying to the outside world!"

"Hmph! This is the City of Slaughter! Protected by the King of Slaughter! Even if the Qian family of the Spirit Hall came, they would have to lie down and be subservient here!"

……

The chilling killing intent had solidified into a thick cloud of blood.

Inside the killing field.

It seems that Li Zhexian has met his match.

A crimson sword flashed by.

Eight people died instantly.

Only one burly giant, holding a heavy black staff horizontally, managed to withstand the crimson sword light.

"Hmph, Blood Slaughter Sword!"

Others may fear you, but I, the Mad Demon Stick, fear none!

Bang!
The end of the stick crashed down heavily.

The arena seemed to tremble.

"I'm not like those useless cowards outside who only know how to attack and fish in troubled waters!"

"Those cowards who don't even dare to sign up to share the stage with you, yet they want a priceless treasure?"

"Your most precious treasure is mine today!"

Say it.

The Madman's Stick has risen from the ground.

His body leaped several meters into the air.

He raised his heavy staff high above his head, his eyes wide with rage, his tongue spitting out thunderous words:
"Die!" The staff, carrying immense force, tore through the surrounding air, accompanied by a howling wind, and crashed down fiercely.

Boom boom——

Boom boom——

The wind pressure was violent.

The blood and filth that had accumulated on the ground were blasted into a boiling, splashing mess.

This terrifying power, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, is something no ordinary Soul Emperor could possess.

No wonder Madman Stick is so rampant.

He was clearly a highly skilled master of martial arts.

Li Zhexian unleashed a sword strike, the crimson sword light colliding with the head of the staff.

Boom——! ! !
The force exploded like thunder.

Blood was spurted into the air on the arena.

It turned into a torrential downpour of blood.

The Madman's staff was blocked, and his tiger's mouth was split open, with blood gushing out.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a beast-like roar. He poured his soul power into the staff without regard for the cost, making its power even more ferocious as it pressed down on Li Zhexian's head.

Li Zhexian parried with his sword.

clang--

A deafening clang of metal clashing.

His body was suddenly sent flying backward.

Amidst a torrent of blood.

The bloodstain trickling from the corner of Li Zhexian's mouth was particularly glaring.

Only a pair of black eyes that pierced through the scarlet rain curtain remained chillingly cold.

Witness this scene.

A murmur rippled through the audience.

"The Blood Slaughter Sword is showing signs of weakness?! Could it be that he is going to lose today?"

"The Mad Demon Staff is also a renowned expert! Especially his profound soul power, at least level sixty or above, far surpassing that of the Blood Slaughter Sword!"

"Damn it! If the Mad Demon Staff defeats the Blood Slaughter Sword, won't the treasure change hands?!"

"Based on past battle records, Blood Slaughter Sword is stronger than Mad Demon Staff, not to mention that Blood Slaughter Sword also possesses a supreme treasure. However, victory will not be easy!"

"Hmph, it doesn't matter who wins, we'll all die today! A Pyrrhic victory is even better!"

……

A corner of the audience seats.

Hu Liena narrowed her long, fox-like eyes slightly.

"This treasure must be returned to the Spirit Hall!"

"but……"

"It's such a pity that such a prodigy as Blood Slaughter Sword has perished..."

In another shadow.

Tang San's gaze was calm.

"A lose-lose situation?"

"I am also quite curious about that so-called supreme treasure."

The outcome was exactly as most people predicted.

Blood Slaughter Sword has won.

The heavy staff slammed heavily to the ground.

A thin line of blood appeared on the madman's neck, and his head rolled far away.

However, Li Zhexian's condition also appeared to be extremely poor.

His long hair was disheveled, his breath was weak, his face was as pale as paper, and there was still blood at the corner of his mouth.

Such a disheveled state.

She was completely different from her usual aloof self.

as usual.

After winning.

Li Zhexian did not leave the scene.

Instead, he sat cross-legged in the center of the arena, closing his eyes and regulating his breathing.

auditorium.

One by one, the figures quietly retreated.

It merges into the boundless darkness outside the arena.

One by one, figures left the killing field.

They arrived outside the killing field.

Someone, suppressing their excitement, let out a low growl:
"The Blood Slaughter Sword has encountered the Mad Demon's Staff!"

"Although Blood Slaughter Sword won, he was seriously injured!"

this news.

Like a spark thrown into boiling oil.

It exploded with a deafening roar in the deathly silence outside the killing field.

The atmosphere remained frozen.

But that surging killing intent.

It was like a dark cloud looming over the city before a storm.

I could no longer suppress it.

After waiting for several minutes...

The figure, now clad in blood, stepped out of the killing field.

The boy's face was pale.

His body, however, stood as straight as a blood-stained javelin.

They were no longer able to hide in the shadows; countless pairs of eyes, filled with suppressed greed and murderous intent, shot towards them like arrows.

He suddenly chuckled softly.

The laughter was like a sword blade slicing through taut skin.

This immediately ignited a murderous intent in the three thousand men.

　Please read the next chapter tomorrow morning...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)