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

Chapter 222 Li Zhexian's terrifying strength, instantly killing two Soul Saints
The world today.

The Spirit Hall is constantly clashing with the two great empires.

But ultimately, it didn't come to the point of armed conflict.

Within the cities of the Heaven Dou Empire, the Martial Soul Branch Halls still remain entrenched.

The branch halls set up by the Heavenly Dou Imperial City naturally possess extraordinary resources.

Besides Platinum Bishop Salas, a Soul Douluo powerhouse with a Soul Power level of over 80, there are two Soul Saint experts under his command.

long street.

The powerful figures from the Heavenly Dou Branch Hall came out in full force.

Dozens of powerful soul energies were undisguised, surging like a blade of wind, causing the onlookers to retreat in fear.

Only at the noodle stall.

Li Zhexian and his group continued chatting and laughing, eating noodles and drinking soup, seemingly oblivious to everything.

Qian Renxue's jade-like face turned cold, and she was about to get up.

Li Zhexian, who was standing to the side, reached out and pressed down on her delicate hand.

The fact that the Spirit Hall chose to launch its attack at this critical juncture must mean it received orders from Pope Bibi Dong.

Qian Renxue probably can't stop it.

"I just filled my stomach and was worried about where to digest my food."

"So this is delivered right to our doorstep, let us stretch our muscles?"

Feng Buyu wiped his mouth, his young face, with black silk covering his eyes, turned to the menacing Spirit Hall followers.

"Exiled Immortal Brother!"

"I missed the good show in front of the Pope's Palace last time!"

"Today, I, Feng Buyu, must lead the charge!"

Looking at Feng Buyu and the group of Fengjian Sect disciples who were eager to fight.

Li Zhexian shook his head and chuckled.

His silent brother.

It still exudes the same overwhelming aura as always.

Huo Wushuang, Feng Xiaotian, Shui Bing'er, and the others also turned cold, their powerful soul energy roaring above their heads, ready to be unleashed.

"Everyone..."

"Don't ruin your sect's future for the sake of a moment of anger."

An aged, cold voice, carrying an air of authority, rang out.

The members of the Spirit Hall lowered their heads and retreated to both sides.

Salas, dressed in a bright red priest's robe, walked out slowly, followed by two Soul Saint level experts.

His wrinkles concealed a sinister glint as his gaze swept over everyone except Li Zhexian.

"The Spirit Hall has never forgotten the old grudges."

"You must not test His Holiness the Pope's limits of mercy any further."

"Humph!"

Yu Tianheng snorted coldly.

He was about to speak.

Suddenly.

The street trembled slightly.

A squad of heavily armored night guards from Tiandou City rushed over.

Upon seeing that it was Salas leading his men to surround Li Zhexian and the other imperial prodigies, the lead guard's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said in a deep voice:
"Greetings, Lord Salas!"

"I wonder what brings you here so late at night, sir, with such a large force?"

Salas pointed indifferently to the storyteller behind the square table.

"This old man has no restraint in his speech and dares to speak ill of His Holiness the Pope."

"I will take him back to the palace and interrogate him thoroughly."

His aged eyes narrowed slightly.

He looked at the white-clad youth whose expression was growing cold.

"Check it out..."

"There may be a mastermind behind this."

The storyteller remained calm.

His slightly hunched back suddenly straightened, like a sturdy pine tree on a cliff.

The Soul Master beside him tensed up and instinctively took a step to the side, blocking the storyteller's path.

"gentlemen……"

I've traveled all over the country for the past five years.

It wasn't that they didn't encounter difficulties and obstruction from the Spirit Hall.

But in every critical moment, they always manage to escape danger, as if some mysterious force is secretly helping them.

Tonight I am in the Heavenly Dou Imperial City.

That mysterious force that always lends a helping hand behind the scenes.

It seems they are too far away to reach them.

The storyteller and the Soul Master looked at the white-robed youth sitting at the table.

Just one glance.

The two then settled down.

The Soul Master's tense body relaxed as a result.

At this moment, it would be inappropriate to say something like, "Lord Jianjiu, you don't need to worry about me."

Not only did it spoil the mood of this desolate night.

It further disgraces their legendary sword and wine tale, which they have preached thousands of times.

They traversed mountains and rivers.

The story being told is that of the young man in white before us.

That conviction in my heart has long been deeply rooted.

tonight.

There is a Swordsman and Wine Master present.

The Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Hall will not dare to lay a finger on them!
Are you prepared?

The storyteller asked in a low voice.

The Soul Master grinned, his eyes sparkling with excitement, and reached down to pull out a roll of paper from his lower back.

With his other hand, he pulled out a wolf-hair brush.

His voice trembled slightly with excitement:
"I still think I'm better suited to writing things down!"

Neither the storyteller nor the spirit master felt any fear.

however.

The guard leader frowned.

The relationship between the Spirit Hall and the Heaven Dou Empire is currently at a delicate juncture.

He must proceed with caution. He must not become the spark that ignites war.

But then again.

The Spirit Hall is a sacred place for spirit masters.

But the Heavenly Dou Empire also has its dignity.

now.

He represents the Heavenly Struggle.

The knees cannot be bent.

The guard leader subtly tightened his grip on his longsword and shield, and, meeting Salas's gaze, said in a deep voice:

“Bishop Salas, I’m sorry, I cannot comply.”

"This person is a citizen of my Heavenly Dou Empire."

“Even if there is suspicion, he should be taken to the Ministry of Justice prison in Tiandou for interrogation.”

"Since His Excellency the Bishop has accused him of slandering the Pope..."

"Guards, seize this man and take him to jail to await trial!"

"Yes!"

A guard received the order.

He just took a step forward.

Behind Salas.

A fierce glint flashed in the eyes of a Soul Saint.

His hand, imbued with soul power, slammed into the guard's chest.

Click——!
puff--!
The sound of bones cracking and blood gushing out rang out simultaneously.

The guard was blasted more than ten meters away by the violent palm force, crashing heavily to the ground and falling silent.

A chorus of swords being drawn echoed throughout the room.

The guard leader's eyes widened in fury as he glared at Salas.
“Salas! You…”

"Stop making noise, you're asking for it. A mere pawn dares to snatch someone from the Spirit Hall?"

Salas's aged face no longer held any trace of the kindness he once possessed; now it was sinister and ghostly, revealing a murderous intent.

Those who witnessed this change felt a chill run down their spines.

boom--!
boom--!
The two Soul Saints behind Salas, no longer holding back, unleashed their full Soul Power.

With a deafening roar that tore through the air, it charged fiercely towards the team of Heavenly Warriors guards.

"Bastard!"

Yu Tianheng, Huo Wushuang, Feng Buyu, and others slammed their fists on the table and shouted angrily.

however.

Li Zhexian was faster than them.

"The Soul Bone Technique of the Right Arm of the Sword-Holding Yazi - Yazi Sword Gap".

Zheng——!
Zheng——!
The clear, resonant sound of a sword ripped through the night.

Li Zhexian vanished from his seat in an instant.

in the night.

A series of chilling sword energies shone forth.

next moment.

Where those sword energies were located.

The figure of Li Zhexian appeared one after another.

Its speed was so fast that it was almost like a ghost or phantom, dazzling and mesmerizing.

Clang——!
The Azure Lotus Sword suddenly leaped into his palm.

Two deep, rich purple soul rings coiled around the sword's edge, their light shimmering.

"Second Soul Skill - Three Swords of Splendor".

"First Soul Skill - Azure Blade Break".

Sword light flashed, white robes fluttered, and figures flickered so fast it was dazzling.

Two dark red, blood-red, deadly sword beams clashed and slashed out in a flash.

The two Soul Saints who charged forward.

His body suddenly froze on the spot.

"Ho... ho ho..."

Their eyes widened in disbelief.

He covered his throat tightly with both hands.

But that didn't stop fresh blood from gushing out from between his fingers.

The two fell backward, crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Also at this time.

A faint wisp of sword energy.

It appeared within inches of Salas.

The young man in white replaced the sword energy and instantly appeared in front of Salas.

The night is dark.

The boy's dark eyes, though only a few feet away, stared coldly at Salas's horrified old face.

Salas is, after all, a veteran Contra powerhouse.

Though surprised, they remained calm.

A powerful soul force exploded outwards.

The bright red priest's robe billowed with energy.

The fluttering sound was like a blood-red flag.

His withered hand, brimming with terrifying soul power, lashed out fiercely at the white-robed youth in front of him.

Wherever the palm strikes.

The air was distorted.

however.

Where the palm struck, there was nothing.

Li Zhexian has disappeared once again.

Salas suddenly looked up.

The young man in white had already returned to his seat.

His expression was calm and composed.

It was as if the thunderous, instantaneous killing had nothing to do with him.

He picked up his bamboo chopsticks, took a bite of the slightly cool noodles, and slowly put them into his mouth.

　The next chapter will be coming soon, dear readers...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)