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

Chapter 262 Li Zhexian, Chief Elder of the Wind Sword Sect! The Seven Sects Re-election Conference Begins!
Li Zhexian's sword strike.

So fast that only a sliver of cold light remained.

The young sect leader of the Fire Leopard Sect and the youth of the White Tiger Sect were decapitated before they could even react in shock.

A shield made of countless poisonous spiders materialized in front of Hu Liena, blocking Li Zhexian's sword strike.

Bibi Dong made a gesture with her slender hand.

The swarm of spiders then enveloped Hu Liena and retreated to her side.

"Li...Li the Immortal!"

Watching his most outstanding junior being killed so casually by Li Zhexian.

The Fire Leopard Sect Master and the White Tiger Sect Master's eyes widened in fury, and their immense soul power erupted from their bodies.

Before these two streams of soul power could reach Li Zhexian.

Feng Bailong took a step forward and formed a sword with his fingers.

A casual swipe across the air.

The gentle breeze whistled and transformed into sword energy.

It brushed past lightly.

Their soul power dissipated, and they even staggered backward, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.

"Feng Bailong, you..."

This is the insurmountable barrier between Contra and the title.

Without a title, one is ultimately just an ant.

Despite the immense resentment in their hearts.

But under the indifferent gaze of these individuals who had been granted titles.

All he could do was clench his fists, glare at Li Zhexian, and retreat behind Pope Bibi Dong.

"The Seven Sects Re-election Conference will be held the day after tomorrow."

"If there are any grudges, they can be settled at the conference."

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

Bibi Dong's voice rang out indifferently, carrying an unquestionable papal authority that suppressed all the restlessness.

Say it.

She turned and left.

"Congratulations to His Majesty the Pope!"

Amidst a scene of devout worship.

Bibi Dong walked to the dilapidated gate of the restaurant.

She paused, tilted her head slightly, and the sunlight outlined her profile, making her look both enigmatic and dignified.

"Li Zhexian" (Li the Immortal).

"You'll be attending the Seven Sects Conference, right?"

Li Zhexian said:

What does His Holiness the Pope think?

"Don't disappoint me, the Pope."

The Seven Sects Re-election Tournament is held at the foot of the Divine Mountain in Wuhun City.

This is a grand event on the mainland.

this day.

Wuhun City has lifted restrictions.

Both Heavenly Dou and Star Luo Soul Masters are welcome to attend the ceremony.

Beneath the sacred mountain.

More than two months ago.

Here, a magnificent square rises from the ground.

The ground was paved with white jade, gleaming brightly, and the banners of the Spirit Hall fluttered in the wind, planted in every corner of the square.

Three thousand six hundred white jade steps lead directly to the central seven positions, symbolizing the highest authority, which are the positions of the seven major sects.

Outside the seven seats, the circular seating arrangement, like stars surrounding the moon, is where ordinary sects reside.

Outside the square, there was a sea of ​​people, a massive crowd.

The clever ones had already occupied nearby high buildings a day in advance, giving them a panoramic view of the square.

"This Seven Sects Tournament is extraordinary! It is said that the Haotian Sect is using this opportunity to re-emerge and reclaim the power of the continent's number one weapon spirit!"

"Some time ago, the Sacred Banquet Hall was almost destroyed. Li Zhexian, the number one young talent of our time, killed the direct disciples of the Fire Leopard Sect and the White Tiger Sect!"

"I heard that Li Zhexian will also participate in this re-selection of the Seven Sects! I wonder what his role will be!"

Whether Li Zhexian is worthy of being ranked alongside a title will be revealed in this re-election of the Seven Sects!

"If Li Zhexian truly deserves a title, what should his honorific title be?"

The Soul Master, leaning against a pillar of the Drum Tower, glanced at the person who had spoken.

He spread the paper and silk out in front of his knees and muttered to himself in distress:
"The matter of proposing an honorific title for Lord Jianjiu..."

"Alas, there have been hundreds of proposals, each with its own logic and mystery..."

"This is such a difficult decision!"

Just as the discussion was in full swing.

Pope Bibidon, surrounded by Chrysanthemum, Ghost Douluo, Saint Hu Liena, and a host of bishops, took her seat in the main seat.

This immediately drew thunderous cheers.

Bibi Dong stood up, her calm yet authoritative voice carrying throughout the city through her soul power. "Martial Soul Era 684..."

"The continent has enjoyed a century of peace thanks to the concerted efforts of the Spirit Hall, the two great empires, and the seven major sects."

"In order to adapt to the rise and fall of powers and promote the prosperity of the mainland, the Seven Re-election Conference is being held today."

The words fell.

A deafening cheer erupted outside the square.

That's when.

From three directions of the square.

Each group of a dozen or so people stepped out.

To a square spanning over a hundred acres, these dozens of people are as insignificant as grains of sand.

But the moment they stepped into the square, a powerful aura swept out.

To the west, thunder roared and dark clouds gathered, with a blue-purple dragon appearing and disappearing within the clouds.

To the east, the seven-colored radiance spread, and a magnificent glazed pagoda stood tall, guarded by a long sword and a bone dragon.

boom--! ! !
Followed by.

A series of muffled footsteps came from the east.

The appearance of several burly figures caused the entire square to tremble slightly.

One after another, the phantom images of giant hammers, resembling mountains, solidified in the sky, their domineering and heavy aura sweeping in all directions, causing the white jade floor tiles to crack inch by inch.

The dark clouds in the sky were suddenly dispersed, and the blue-purple dragon let out a mournful cry, showing signs of collapse.

The seven-story glazed pagoda trembled violently, while the light of the sword and bone dimmed.

"Hahahaha!"

His powerful laughter was like a booming bell, making people dizzy.

"Chen Xin, Gu Rong, Sect Leader Ning, and you old dragon, how have you been?"

Looking at the five burly old men dressed in gray.

Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, Gu Rong, and Yu Yuanzhen all showed expressions of surprise.

"All five elders of the Haotian Sect have come out?!"

"Five Title Douluos!"

Outside the square.

The onlookers, gazing at the terrifying sight of the hammer-like object shaking the heavens, gasped in shock and paled in horror.

"The Haotian Sect has truly emerged!"

"Five Title Douluos! The number one sect in the world truly deserves its title!"

"Is this the foundation of the Haotian Sect? Why did they go into seclusion more than a decade ago?"

"Who are those young men following the five titled figures? Are they reclusive geniuses of the Haotian Sect? How do they compare to Li Zhexian?"

"Oh, that twin martial soul? He's just a defeated opponent of Li Zhexian!"

The three major sects took their seats in the seven-way seating arrangement.

The three sects' confidence was fully revealed.

They all showed no respect when facing the Spirit Hall, which held the highest position.

When the five elders of the Haotian Sect passed by, they didn't hesitate to sneer.

Bibidon sat enthroned on the throne.

That stunningly beautiful face was hidden behind the twelve jade algae, and no one could see her expression.

With the upper three sects settled, it was the turn of the lower four sects to take the stage.

From the other four slightly narrower directions of the square.

Then, a dozen or so people from each group stepped onto the White Jade Square.

What suddenly silenced the entire city was...

Southeast direction.

A group of swordsmen in green robes, carrying long swords on their backs, their eyes adorned with silk.

A breeze blows, and streaks of black silk flutter, creating a solemn yet magnificent scene.

The leader was a gaunt old man, who seemed to be riding the wind as he strolled along.

Walking alongside the old man was a handsome young man in a white robe with a blue ancient sword embroidered on his chest.

The boy's eyes were also covered with black silk, and the sword light flashed in front of him, reaching several meters away.

The gaunt old man and the young man in white stood side by side the whole time, without any distinction between them.

In a quiet square.

Ning Fengzhi's voice, filled with satisfaction and admiration, echoed out.

"Li Zhexian, Chief Elder of the Wind Sword Sect... with a status equal to that of Sect Master Feng Bailong..."

puff-

A barely perceptible soft sound.

The twelve jade algae were burned to ashes by Bibi Dong's gaze.

She stared at the boy who stepped onto the stairs, her dark purple eyes surging with a palpable killing intent.

"Li Zhexian..."

"You are indeed here."

(End of this chapter)