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

Chapter 225 Honest Brother Feng Xiaotian, Sees Feng Bailong Again

Platinum Bishop Salas and his forty-two Soul Masters were all killed.

At this point, the Heavenly Dipper Palace was divided, and the smoke and clouds dissipated.

The dust and smoke gradually subsided.

Li Zhexian retrieved the Azure Lotus Sword.

His soul power surged violently.

The bloodstains and dust on the white shirt turned into mist and dissipated.

Amidst the fluttering of tattered garments.

He had already leisurely sat back down at the noodle stall table, lightly tapping the rim of his bowl with his chopsticks:
"The noodles are getting cold, everyone—"

"Keep eating."

Yu Tianheng's Adam's apple bobbed, and the black silk, which had been silently flowing, moved without wind. Among the many friends present, no one responded.

"Gulu——"

In deathly silence.

The sound of swallowing saliva was particularly jarring.

All eyes were fixed on the white-shirted boy who had ordered another bowl of noodles.

The Soul King's Rebellion Against the Soul Douluo!
Even if Salas is as Li Zhexian said, he is already exhausted and depleted of energy!

But he is also a true Contra powerhouse!
Such a record is unparalleled, not only will it be unmatched in the future, but even if you search through the entire history of Douluo Continent, you will not find a second example!

"Thank you for your help, Lord Jianjiu!"

The guard leader clasped his hands in a fist salute and shouted in a low voice, his voice tinged with excitement.

Li Zhexian smiled and returned the greeting with clasped hands.

The guards immediately split into two groups.

A team rushed back to the palace to report.

A team was assembled from the public works department to quickly repair the streets.

I was afraid of disturbing Lord Jianjiu and his friends' enjoyment.

The streets and alleys were in a mess.

Pedestrians and onlookers were still immersed in the earth-shattering battle that had just taken place, and the atmosphere was tense.

Snapped--

The sound of the gavel, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, jolted many souls awake.

"Ladies and gentlemen, do not be alarmed, do not be alarmed!"

The storyteller picked up the folding fan from the table and tapped it on the edge of the table.

Immediately, he turned to the white-clad youth eating noodles and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect from afar.

"What do you mean by this fierce battle?!"

"Could he be considered unprecedented and unparalleled?"
"I dare not make a judgment, but as you all just witnessed, Lord Jianjiu's sword power is three times stronger than the one in my stories!"

He took a sip of tea.

The teacup was placed heavily on the ground.

"Reader, please be patient. The disturbance has passed, and the new chapter has been added to the book."

"Let's get back to the main topic—"

"Last time we talked about..."

Storytellers are truly masters at manipulating people's hearts.

With just a few words, he dispelled the fear in everyone's hearts, and because the smell of blood still lingered in the air, the story he told seemed even more thrilling.

Just a moment.

Cheers erupted once again.

On Li Zhexian's side.

The atmosphere gradually became more lively.

Everyone started laughing and joking again, and picked up their chopsticks to eat noodles.

The surrounding vendors brought in food from their own homes.

Li Zhexian could not refuse and had no choice but to accept them all.

Of course, you pay the price.

With a table full of delicious snacks, this was our second meal since leaving Shanxiangfang.

Even without fine wine, snacks accompanied by the storyteller's rhythmic narration offer a unique flavor of the martial arts world.

Amidst the noise and laughter in the arena.

A figure carrying a long sword moved silently to a table in the corner.

"Hey, Brother Xiaotian!"

Yu Tianheng, Feng Buyu, Huo Wushuang, and Yu Feng quickly surrounded them.

"Why are you hiding here?"

"puff--!"

Feng Xiaotian, who was engrossed in eating his noodles, choked and spat it out.

"I... just want some peace and quiet..."

"Hey!"

Yu Tianheng and Feng Buyu used their left and right hands to grab Feng Xiaotian's arms and forcefully "pull" him up from his seat.

They "moved" all the way to sit next to Li Zhexian.

"My bowl..."

"Brother Xiaotian, I've brought it to you!"

Huo Wushuang pushed the half-bowl of noodles in front of Feng Xiaotian.

The friends, understanding each other without saying a word, stood up with smiles.

on the table.

Only Li Zhexian and Feng Xiaotian remained, standing close together.

Feng Xiaotian buried his head in his bowl, his chopsticks flying across the table. "Brother Xiaotian, eat slowly."

Li Zhexian leaned back comfortably in his chair, while Qian Renxue gathered his loose hair behind him.

He picked up a clove of garlic and placed it into Feng Xiaotian's bowl with a smile.

"Here, this is what makes it taste so good."

"Pfft——!"

Finally, someone couldn't hold back their laughter and burst out laughing.

They had never seen the usually magnanimous Feng Xiaotian in such an embarrassing state before.

"damn it!"

Feng Xiaotian slammed his chopsticks on the table and glared angrily at Yu Tianheng, Feng Buyu, and the others.

"What exactly do you want?!"

Yu Tianheng's eyes lit up:
"Yes, yes, that's the kind of spirit we need to show so we can finally subdue that immortal!"

Feng Xiaotian's newly raised arrogance instantly vanished.

"Brother Tianheng, what are you doing?!"

Huo Wushuang frowned and said:
"Aren't you putting Brother Xiaotian in a difficult position? How could Brother Xiaotian be a match for the Immortal? Seeing the Immortal's divine might just now, he probably wouldn't even be able to draw his sword!"

Feng Xiaotian clenched his fists, his lips trembling as he was about to speak.

"I can't stand it anymore!"

Feng Buyu took the knife off Feng Xiaotian's back and slammed it on the table with a clatter.

"What do you mean by that, Brother Wushuang? I, Feng, cannot agree with you!"

"Don't think Brother Xiaotian is afraid of the banished immortal!!"

"Tell you!"

"Brother Xiaotian is a swordsman; once he draws his sword, he has no regrets. What is there to fear!"

Seeing that Feng Buyu was getting more and more agitated as he spoke, his face turned bright red.

Feng Xiaotian hurriedly got up and grabbed his arm:

"Hey!"

"Buyu, please don't do this!"

The wind silently straightened the black silk, which had been askew due to its fury, and filled it with righteous indignation:
Whom do you think you are?!

"Brother Xiaotian, listen to me, just fight the banished immortal and it'll be over!"

Feng Xiaotian gritted his teeth:
"Okay! Listen to you!"

"Brother Immortal, I, Feng Xiaotian, dare to challenge you to a duel!"

Watching as the group of people put Feng Xiaotian on the hot seat with just a few words.

A burst of suppressed laughter suddenly erupted from the noodle stall.

Li Zhexian couldn't help but chuckle.

He only has this one honest brother.

I've been completely fooled today.

From that day onward.

I finally had a few days of peace and quiet.

Li Zhexian and his friends explored the bustling city of Tiandou and indulged in the natural beauty of the surrounding mountains and rivers for several days.

This day.

When the fun is over and we return home.

It was already late at night.

The group returned to Tiandou from a scenic spot outside the city.

Li Zhexian escorted his friends to their lodgings one by one.

Only then did he walk alone, under the moonlight, leisurely strolling towards his small courtyard.

As we walked into the suburbs, the number of people gradually decreased.

Li Zhexian suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Zheng——!
Invisible swords of energy materialized out of thin air, hovering around him, exuding a chilling aura.

His figure vanished from the spot without warning.

next moment.

It had already appeared several feet away like a ghost.

"Who?!"

Li Zhexian's sword-like eyebrows suddenly furrowed, and he let out a low shout.

The suspended sword of energy transformed into several sharp streaks of light, piercing straight into the dark alleyways beside the road.

A white shadow flashed like lightning. Following the trajectory of the sword energy, Li Zhexian moved with extreme speed, rushing straight towards the shadow.

Almost there.

A dark red tinge appeared on the palm.

The Azure Lotus Sword was already in his grasp.

In the deep alley, a sudden burst of cold light shone brightly, the sword's aura chilling to the bone.

Li Zhexian slashed down with his sword, the sword light as sharp as a bolt of lightning tearing through the darkness, aiming straight for the vaguely emerging figure.

clang--!
The sound of metal clashing was deafening and explosive, with powerful energy spreading everywhere.

"Young friend, what a graceful movement, what a swift sword!"

An aged voice, tinged with a hint of amusement, drifted from the point of impact.

In the shadows.

An elderly man dressed in a simple gray robe slowly walked out.

"My dear friend, how have you been?"

(End of this chapter)