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

Chapter 257 The Birth of the Haotian Sect, the Angelic Feathers Never Gone Cold, Reunited with Qian Renxue
Upon hearing the condition, "Break through level 80 within ten years and acquire a 100,000-year soul ring."

Tang San faced it calmly.

But when the Second Elder proposed to "execute Li Zhexian within ten years".

His expression changed drastically!
Who on the mainland doesn't know that five years ago, Li Zhexian nailed the Pope to Mount Kailash, and some time ago, he also beheaded the Pope!
The world's top experts already have the name Li Zhexian!

If Li Zhexian hadn't yet fought a Title Douluo alone, someone would probably have already bestowed a title upon him!

Having suffered two humiliating defeats and harboring resentment over losing Xiao Wu, he also wanted to kill Li Zhexian.

The person who has a path to death, yet cannot defeat it, suffers the most.

Tang San clenched his fists, remained silent for a long while, and then said:
"Could we change the terms?"

"The Haotian Sect and the Spirit Hall have a deep-seated grudge."

"Within ten years, I can kill a Title Douluo from the Spirit Hall."

"That immortal Li Zhexian makes you so afraid?"

The Second Elder's thick eyebrows furrowed into a knot.

"How can someone who is timid and hesitant be worthy of being a disciple of my Haotian Sect!"

"You must personally slay this Li Zhexian! The Haotian Hammer has been tarnished because of you, and it is you who should cleanse it!"

"...Tang San understands."

After Tang San left the hall.

The Second Elder turned and stepped into a stone chamber to the side.

A middle-aged man with a tall and imposing figure and short, white hair that accentuated his chiseled features sat cross-legged on a stone mat with his eyes closed.

His breath was like a dragon's roar, and his breath shot out several feet away, striking the suspended, thousand-times-forged steel, producing a resounding metallic clang.

This is none other than Tang Xiao, the current sect leader of the Haotian Sect.

Back then, he and Tang Hao were known as the Twin Stars of Haotian, and it was said that acquiring one of them could revitalize the sect.

"gone?"

The Second Elder nodded.

Why doesn't the sect leader see Tang San?

Tang Xiao still did not open his eyes.

"Tang Hao and I once dominated the younger generation."

"With twin martial souls and wielding the Clear Sky Hammer, he was still no match for his peers. A tiger father begets a dog son."

Silence fell over the stone chamber.

Only Tang Xiao's breath struck the steel.

half an hour.

His calm voice had a slight ripple.

"Tang San..."

"Did you bring any news of his father?"

The Second Elder sighed sadly and presented a heavy black box.

The black box slowly opened.

A powerful energy permeated the stone chamber.

Two soul bones, shimmering with spiritual light, floated up.

Tang Xiao suddenly opened his eyes.

Upon seeing the two soul bones, his resolute face turned deathly pale. In an instant, he flashed in front of the black box, his body swayed three times, and his lips trembled a few times, but no sound came out.

These two soul bones.

It belongs to the Haotian Sect.

It was bestowed upon Tang Hao back then.

Once the soul enters the body, it coexists with the flesh and blood.

To separate them, one must break bones and sever flesh, cutting off the limbs that are fused with the soul and bones.

The Second Elder said with difficulty:

"Tang San is delivering a message for his father..."

"Brother, I have no face to face the sect, nor the right to return to it. Only by returning my soul bone to the Haotian Sect can I feel at ease."

Tang Xiaohu's body trembled slightly.

"Tang Hao... Hao... Brother Hao... How could you have come to this..."

"Sect Master, although Tang Hao has lost a limb, all his old injuries have been healed as a result."

A big wave of his hand.

The two pieces of soul bone suddenly disappeared.

Tang Xiao's gaze gradually calmed down.

"Tang Hao did nothing wrong back then. If Ah Yin had chosen me, I would have done the same thing as him."

"Since Tang Hao and his third sister both want Tang San to be recognized as a member of the clan, they will secretly give him the treatment of a direct disciple."

"But young people must not lack a spirit of perseverance."

"Those three conditions still stand."

The Second Elder nodded.

"Yes."

"Sect Master, from now on, my Haotian Sect..."

"The Spirit Hall failed to destroy the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Blue Lightning Clan. Now it is re-selecting the Seven Sects, and its intentions are obvious."

"With the future situation on the continent turbulent, even if the Haotian Sect goes into seclusion, it will be difficult to remain unaffected."

"It's time for the Haotian Sect to emerge."

Tang Xiao grabbed the piece of refined steel.

Gently pinch it between two fingers.

Silver light flashes.

Steel powder fell in a flurry.

"Let us take advantage of this opportunity of the re-election of the seven sects to let the world witness the might of the Heavenly Emperor once again."

"It seems the world has forgotten..."

"Who is the number one sect in the world?" The Second Elder felt a surge of heroic spirit in his chest, and his right fist pounded heavily against his heart.

"The mighty Haotian Sect, the outstanding Battle Soul Hammer!"

"The name of my Haotian Sect will surely shine again in this chaotic world!"

Three days later.

Li Zhexian and Dugu Bo arrived at Wuhun City.

Five years have passed.

Returning to this holy city of all soul masters.

He felt that the weather had changed drastically.

The city walls, once pristine and beautiful, adorned with angelic feathers.

Now it has been built up to a height of tens of feet, and is no longer just aloof, but truly has defensive capabilities.

The carved angel feathers were only found in a few scattered pieces in the corner of the wall.

More often, they turned into cannons with a chilling gleam.

Li Bai had to admit...

Pope Bibidon was quite shrewd.

five years.

This woman's control over the Spirit Hall has become increasingly thorough.

"Let's go, immortal."

"I suppose Chen Xin, Feng Jian, and that old dragon have all arrived."

Dugu Bo smiled.

"Let them see your terrifying speed of progress."

"We can't just let the old man be the only one frightened."

Li Zhexian smiled gently.

A warm sensation emanated from something in my arms.

"Senior Dugu will go first."

"I have some things to do, I need to see... my sweetheart."

His expression was open and his gaze gentle.

They've already hugged and kissed.

Let's not talk about "meeting friends" anymore.

That would be far too hypocritical.

When Li Zhexian uttered the words "my beloved," he felt a tenderness in his heart, as if he had drunk wine mixed with honey.

Remembering the day they parted, Qian Renxue said to him:
"If the angel's feathers are warm, it means I'm thinking of you."

Angel's Feathers have never been cold.

When we reached the far north.

It's like having a small stove tucked into your arms.

Dugu Bo: "..."

Three miles outside Wuhun City.

A tranquil lake lies hidden deep within the secluded forest.

This was five years ago.

It was discovered by Li Zhexian and Qian Renxue while they were exploring the area around Wuhun City.

He once told Qian Renxue...

"You can go visit that lake often; perhaps I'll go there someday."

The lake was shrouded in mist and rain, like a light veil.

Unidentified aquatic plants grow in the lake, bearing many beautiful little flowers.

Occasionally, a few fish leap out of the water, catch a petal, and fall back into the water, creating ripples.

rustling—

rustling—

Li Zhexian admired the scenery on the lake.

A light drizzle began to fall from the sky.

"It's been a long time since I've gone fishing."

Li Bai casually plucked a broad leaf to cover his head and stood leisurely by the lake.

He wasn't worried that Qian Renxue wouldn't come.

"Young Master, are we going out again today?"

The snake spear and the porcupine quickly put down their brooms and followed.

they know.

Qian Renxue reminisces about her time in Tiandou City.

Otherwise, they wouldn't go to that small lake every day, rain or shine.

to be frank.

They miss it too.

In the Heavenly Battle, they are the Crown Prince's personal guards; to the outside world, they are the dignified Douluo Lords.

But in the Temple of Angels...

All they could do was sweep the floor.

Once outside Wuhun City, Qian Renxue transformed back into her original stunning beauty.

Her blonde hair danced lightly, her skirt swayed in the breeze, and she walked faster and faster. The drizzle brushed against her cheeks, but it couldn't hide the smile on her lips.

Somewhere.

She had a feeling.

My wish has finally come true today...

(End of this chapter)