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

Chapter 201 With the blood and bones of three thousand, I forge my sword of killing intent; with the lament of the dead, I brew my wine of oblivion.
Into a urn?

做局？

One person orchestrates a scheme for three thousand people?

Immediately, someone stood up, pointed at Li Zhexian suspended in mid-air, and sneered:

"Blood Slaughter Sword, no matter how sharp your sword is!"

"If we all attack at once, three thousand of us can't possibly kill them all!"

On the periphery of the crowd.

Hu Liena's fox tail swayed restlessly.

She stared intently at the figure in the air, its blood-stained clothes fluttering in the wind.

Something is wrong!
A chill ran from the soles of my feet straight up to the top of my head.

She quietly stepped back towards the valley entrance.

Tang San, who was already at the back of the crowd, was just as vigilant.

midair.

Li Zhexian stepped on an invisible sword of energy, his robes fluttering in the wind.

That blustering statement, "Kill them all," was actually quite cowardly.

All I got in return was a soft, ambiguous laugh from him.

"Ah……"

Li Zhexian took something out of his treasure pouch.

A strange flower with a bizarre appearance, its petals deep red like congealed blood scabs, and its edges pitch black like the broken wings of a dying swan.

This thing has just appeared.

Tang San's expression changed drastically.

He increased his speed again.

It almost turned into a blur as it rushed out of the valley.

Seeing this, Hu Liena followed without hesitation.

Among the more than three thousand people, some of the more alert ones sensed the presence of death and, in terror, transformed into streaks of light and rushed toward the valley entrance.

but……

late!

The surface of that strange, poisonous flower suddenly cracked.

Immediately, it trembled violently and disintegrated.

call out--

call out--

Countless streaks of dark red light, like living venomous snakes, shot towards the three thousand desperate men below with a piercing shriek!

The purple moonlight throughout the valley was distorted.

The sound of petals shattering.

It sounded like thousands of souls were wailing.

Mourning the mandala.

One of the magical herbs left behind by Li Zhexian.

Although its poison is not as domineering as the "Kiss of the Blood Swan," it has a strange characteristic...it needs to be awakened with pure energy.

The purer the energy.

The more the poisonous miasma spreads, the wider it becomes.

Once contaminated, one's soul power withers away like rotten wood.

The catalyst that awakened it was a wine he made by blending several kinds of divine brews.

Poisonous light surged like a tide, sweeping across the valley.

Apart from Tang San and Hu Liena, who reacted the fastest, they had already left the valley and escaped by sheer luck.

There are more than three thousand people remaining.

They were all devoured by the dark red poisonous miasma.

Li Zhexian glanced at the two still-shaken figures outside the valley, a fleeting hint of regret in his eyes.

That's it.

What I ask for today.

Only brewing wine and forging swords.

Take the opponent's life later.

Where the poisonous light of the Mourning Mandala swept, the soul power within the three thousand fugitives vanished without a trace, like snow being poured over boiling water.

Li Zhexian, on the other hand, had already drunk the wine from the Martial Soul of Wine, which had the effect of curing all poisons in the world.

"My soul power?!"

"How is this possible! The soul power has vanished!"

"Is the Blood Slaughter Sword really going to slaughter all three thousand of us?!"

His soul power was completely lost.

The shadow of death only fueled the madness in the desperados' bones.

The crowd was like an ant colony that had been disturbed.

They surged even more hysterically toward the mouth of the valley.

Om-!
A burst of intense holy light erupted from beside Li Zhexian.

In an instant, it stretched across the sky above the valley entrance.

The six-winged angel's wings spread out for over ten feet, and with each flap, it stirred up a violent wind pressure, swirling up clouds of dust.

Her stunningly beautiful face was now covered in frost, and the Holy Sword of Light in her hand was wreathed in holy flames, exuding a chilling killing intent.

"Angel?!"

"Angels and Bloodslayer Sword have joined forces?!"

"What a load of rubbish! What a load of rubbish! It's all a trap they set!!"

"Blood Slaughter Sword! What a ruthless scheme you have! You've been plotting for months, just to lure us into your trap?!"

Outside the valley.

Witnessing Qian Renxue joining forces with Li Zhexian to block the valley entrance.

Tang San and Hu Liena were horrified and dared not linger any longer, fleeing hundreds of meters away.

Only then did he dare to stand on a high cliff, still shaken, and look back towards the valley.

……

Li Zhexian stands suspended in mid-air.

The sword energy beneath his feet hummed like a dragon. His eyes, as cold as stars, swept over the three thousand desperate men in the valley, who were boiling with fear.

With a flick of his sleeve.

The vessel containing the half-finished "Forgetful River Blood Resentment Incense" hovered steadily on the Qi Sword, high in the center of the valley.

"today……"

"Borrowing the mournful songs of the dead, I brew the wine of the River of Oblivion."

"With the blood and bones of three thousand, I forge my sword of killing intent."

The words fell.

Li Zhexian fell into the crowd.

Zheng——!
It was no longer the clear, melodious sound of swords.

Instead, it was a sound of tearing silk, filled with ferocity.

The three-foot-six-inch green sword in his hand, emanating a cyan-gold sword intent, burst forth with a blinding crimson light.

The sword light was not a clear, sharp beam.

Instead, it condensed into a blood-red arc of light, thick with deathly energy, and slashed down fiercely.

puff-

puff-

The first dozen or so people to be affected.

He didn't even have time to hum a woof.

A thug desperately raised his knife to block the attack.

however.

A crimson sword flashed past.

The fine steel demon-head sword broke as easily as rotten wood.

His head flew into the air, and blood splattered several feet, splashing onto Li Zhexian's face.

The Azure Lotus Sword emitted a low, resonant hum.

The auspicious cyan-gold sword intent that was originally on the sword seemed to be soaked by the splashed blood, and a scarlet wisp was visibly wrapped around it.

The crimson spread and deepened as if it were alive.

A cold, pure killing intent.

Following the hilt of the sword.

It rushed into Li Zhexian's mind.

"Killing intent?"

Li Zhexian's eyes were indifferent.

My wrist trembled again.

The sword light poured down like a river of blood.

Several more fine heads flew into the air, amidst a bloody storm.

"This is killing intent?"

"It's nothing more than the backlash from the blood energy of slaughter!"

"The sword of killing intent that I seek is not the one I pursue!"

Li Zhexian inwardly sneered.

The sword strikes, however, grew increasingly fierce.

The sword flashed and swung, each strike taking away several souls.

The blood on the Azure Lotus Sword was so thick it couldn't be dissolved, almost completely swallowing the azure-gold base color.

Where the sword's edge passes.

The air seemed frozen by the intense deathly atmosphere.

It left behind faint red trails of blood.

The fugitives were enraged by Li Zhexian's bloody massacre.

Roaring and charging forward relentlessly, they were like madmen!

Even though the soul power is lost, the physical body still exists!
Even with his self-created life-or-death techniques, he can still manage to take a piece of his opponent's flesh!

Three thousand people!
Even if there are three thousand pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered!
We must kill until our hands are sore and we're exhausted!
Li Zhexian had already gone mad with rage!
Heads rolled like gourds, and blood gushed out like fountains, weaving a crimson blood mist in the narrow valley!
The screams and curses merged into a despairing chorus filled with resentment.

"Ahhh!"

"Blood Slaughter Sword! You will die a horrible death!"

"The massacre of over three thousand people is an outrage against Heaven and will surely be punished!"

Li Zhexian's black clothes were already stained with blood.

At this moment, thick, sticky blood was dripping heavily downwards.

The hair strands were also stuck together in clumps by the blood plasma.

Only his eyes, cold and deep like a still pool, captivated the soul.

"A bunch of scum who wallow in the killing city, dare to talk about divine retribution? Utterly laughable!"

Li Zhexian's heart was as firm as a rock.

Each time he drank blood.

The lapis lazuli then dimmed slightly.

The scarlet color intensified.

The Azure Lotus Sword seemed to have been repeatedly tempered in a furnace of blood and fire, radiating a fierce luster that could freeze the soul.

The sword hummed.

It seemed as if countless vengeful spirits were wailing.

at the same time.

Wisps of murky, viscous, blood-red mist.

It rose from the corpses that had been trampled into mincemeat.

Carrying resentment and lingering warmth, it rises gently.

It silently disappeared into the floating vessel above the valley.

The unfinished, mysterious immortal brew, "Forgetful River Blood Resentment Fragrance," draws upon undying obsessions, lingering echoes, and unfulfilled dreams, slowly maturing...

　My head hurts...

　　I'll be busy this morning...

　　I'm shamelessly (and cautiously) asking for your votes for the next month... This humble author bows to all my dear readers...

　　I'll go home and catch up on sleep this afternoon, and then try to start writing as early as possible.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)