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

Chapter 203 The Sixth Form of the Azure Lotus Sword Song—Blood Floating Pagoda, Completed

Of the fugitives, not one in ten survived.

Only a few hundred people remained, screaming hysterically in despair.

In the valley.

The wailing and cursing gradually subsided.

Only the dripping sound of blood remained, accompanied by the mournful wail of the wind.

Li Zhexian stood alone amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, his Azure Lotus Sword now completely crimson.

The tip of a sword.

Blood beads fell.

In front of him.

All that remained was a one-eyed, disfigured old man lying in a pool of blood, like an old dog.

Li Zhexian had heard of this person.

Old Scarface was a legendary figure in the East District of the Inner City.

Puff-!
Old Yin, with only one arm supporting him and dragging his crippled leg, knelt headfirst in the blood and mud.

He kowtowed repeatedly.

Blood splattered from his forehead.

"Spare my life..."

"Blood Slaughter Sword...please...spare my life..."

That ghostly face had no discernible expression.

All that could be seen was a pleading look in that single eye.

His hands trembled.

He pulled a blood-stained piece of wood from his pocket.

On wood chips.

It depicts a timid little girl with pigtails.

"My daughter..."

“When I came to the City of Slaughter…she was only…five years old…”

"I...I need to go out...to find my daughter..."

Old Yin Scarface's words were incoherent, his ventriloquism broken and distorted by the violent kowtowing, his mutilated body heaving violently.

Li Zhexian's sword-wielding hand froze in mid-air.

The sword tip hovered three inches above the old man's skull, its scarlet light swaying gently.

His gaze.

He instinctively fell towards the blood-stained piece of wood.

In that very instant!
The old scarred man, kneeling in submission, lost all pleading in his single eye, which transformed into a venomous madness.

Beneath the pool of blood.

A withered hand suddenly reached out.

A dark blue poison dart pierced Li Zhexian's chest and abdomen from between his fingers.

"Die to me——!"

laugh--

The poisoned dart pierced the flesh.

A chilling, excruciating pain exploded within me.

Li Zhexian frowned, his five fingers flashing out in afterimages, gripping the old man's wrist like iron clamps.

"careful!"

Qian Renxue was horrified and her expression changed.

The angel's wings suddenly unfurled in fury, stirring up waves of blood that crashed to the sky.

She transformed into a golden ray of light and rushed towards Li Zhexian without hesitation.

Outside the valley.

Hundreds of meters away.

Tang San, Hu Liena, and the others all felt a chill run down their spines.

The Blood Slaughter Sword that slaughtered three thousand people...

We're actually going to capsize in this ditch?!

Li Zhexian stared at the old man's disfigured face, at the twisted and terrifying ecstasy that rose from his success.

Warm blood.

It gushed out from the wounds in his chest and abdomen.

A drop...

A drop...

It landed on the scarlet lotus sword in his hand.

this moment.

A myriad of emotions pent up in my chest.

He was completely pierced by a pure killing intent from the depths of his heart.

The bloodthirsty aura surrounding him, born from slaughter, was ignited by the murderous intent surging within him.

call--

call--

Crimson flames suddenly rose from Li Zhexian's body.

His clothes fluttered wildly.

Her blood-soaked long hair snaked upside down, strands clustered together like flames.

His face was cold and expressionless.

A sudden realization dawned on a pair of eyes that were glowing red.

"Killing intent..."

"It should come from within."

"Killing intent..."

"It is the most thorough annihilation of that last remaining humanity that lies dormant deep in one's heart."

"The sword of killing intent..."

"It was the moment I came to understand that ended. Wherever the sword energy reached, it not only drank blood but also devoured the souls of the dead."

"Three thousand heads are offered as a sacrifice to the sword in the night; a single thought turns the blood of Asura into iron."

"The Sixth Form of the Azure Lotus Sword Song—"

"Blood Floating Pagoda".

"It's done."

A chilling sword intent suddenly swept out from Li Zhexian's center. This sword intent swept across the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, and the boiling blood pools instantly froze like mirrors, only to be silently annihilated by the invisible sword energy, plowing out the filthy blood mud below.

As Qian Renxue rushed forward, she felt a surge of crimson before her eyes.

Her body froze in mid-air.

Followed by.

He was immediately swept away by the icy sword intent that rushed towards him, and staggered backward.

Even if the killing intent of the sword wasn't directed at her.

But Qian Renxue's hand holding the Sword of Light was still trembling slightly.

Her golden eyes were filled with horror as she looked at Li Zhexian, whose body was surrounded by blood flames and whose clothes and hair were dancing wildly.

"you……"

Old Yin, scarred and terrified, twisted his body and tried to flee.

But just as he turned around...

A thin, scarlet line formed from that cold sword intent.

It had already grazed his neck.

Old Yin Scarface's figure froze.

The scarlet lines still lingered.

It surged silently out of the valley.

This tiny, almost invisible scarlet line traced across the valley entrance.

The upper halves of two stone pillars, each tens of meters high, slowly tilted and slid down along a smooth cut...

Outside the valley.

Look at where the thin line has passed.

The rock pillars and ancient trees along the way all quietly collapsed.

A hundred meters away, the group of desperate criminals who had managed to arrive by sheer luck were terrified.

"Run! Run!"

The words have not yet fallen.

These more than one hundred people were cut in half at the waist, and they were now silent and lifeless.

On a more distant cliff.

Tang San and Hu Liena's pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints.

In fear.

Without the slightest hesitation, the two did not hesitate any longer.

Each used their own methods to transform into streaks of light and flee desperately into the distance.

Tang San clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"In the Douluo Continent, there is Li Zhexian!"

"The City of Slaughter Encounters the Bloodthirsty Sword!"

"Why do I always run into such monsters?!"

"I came along this time, I wonder if I've incurred the wrath of Blood Slaughter Sword..."

Hu Liena's delicate eyebrows twitched wildly, and she gritted her teeth as she muttered to herself:

"The Blood Slaughter Sword is definitely more ferocious than Li Zhexian!"

"If we have this person's help, why should we be afraid of Li Zhexian?"

Why would Qian Renxue help Xue Tujian?

"I have to ask!"

……

In the valley.

Corpses lay strewn across the fields, and blood flowed like rivers.

Apart from Li Zhexian and Qian Renxue, there were no other living people.

Over the valley.

The bottle of "Forgetful River Blood Resentment Incense" finally emitted a dark red glow that was both eerie and pure, the moment Li Zhexian suddenly comprehended the sword intent of killing.

The rich, intoxicating aroma of wine, mixed with a faint smell of blood, permeated the entire valley.

The blood flames around Li Zhexian gradually subsided.

The wildly dancing sleeves and strands of hair slowly fell down.

He trudged through the sticky, bloody mud toward the spot where Old Yin Scarface had fallen dead.

A faint aura of sword energy was released.

They overturned the body.

In his withered hand, the old man with the scar was clutching the blood-stained piece of wood tightly.

Li Bai bowed down.

Remove the wooden piece.

The wood chips were stained with blood.

The engravings are still there...

She was indeed a little girl with pigtails and a shy, sweet smile.

Li Zhexian put away the wooden pieces.

Stand up.

He met Qian Renxue, who was staggering towards him.

Her shoes and skirt were covered in blood and mud, but she didn't care at all.

Running up to Li Zhexian, Qian Renxue's eyes trembled violently, her voice choked with a sob she herself didn't even realize:
“Li Zhexian, you…”

Suddenly, a smile appeared on Li Zhexian's blood-stained face, revealing gleaming white teeth:

"Xue'er, the wine is ready, and the sword has been mastered."

Somehow.

Looking at the boy whose face was covered in blood.

Qian Renxue felt a pang of sadness, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

She is clearly not a crybaby.

Just ...

I feel so sorry for him.

Qian Renxue reached out and cupped Li Zhexian's face in her hands, gently wiping away the bloodstains from his face with the corner of her sleeve.

His voice had a heavy nasal tone.

“You’re the best.”

　Chapter Three, 2 AM...

　　The author is useless.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)