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

Chapter 263 One sword overwhelms three Soul Douluos! This is the Chief Elder with the Sword!

"Chief Elder with the Sword..."

Huo Yanbao, the sect leader of the Fire Leopard Sect, and Dai Yuncong, the sect leader of the White Tiger Sect, stared at each other from afar, a fierce glint flashing in their eyes.

"Humph!"

The two of them suddenly unleashed their soul power.

A martial spirit form tens of meters tall condensed above his head.

"Roar--!"

The fire leopard strode through the air, each step causing the air currents to surge. Its muscular body was ablaze with fiery stripes as it headed straight for the Wind Sword Sect.

The white tiger, enveloped in the aura of metal, exuded the majesty of a beast king as it pounced upon Li Zhexian.

"grandfather……"

Huyan Li pleaded in a low voice, but to no avail.

The location of the Elephant Armor Sect was such that the sect leader, Huyan Zhen, had his robes billowing.

With a deafening roar, the diamond mammoth, over tens of meters tall, rose like a small mountain, following closely behind the fire leopard and the white tiger.

Hu Yanzhen's face, which was showing faint wrinkles, was completely calm.

Once a stance has been chosen, there is no turning back.

If one is indecisive.

You'll only end up pleasing neither side.

The third of the four sects besieged the Wind Sword Sect... or more accurately, besieged the white-robed youth who had taken office as the chief elder of the Sword-wielding sect at the tender age of twenty!

Inside and outside the square.

So quiet you can hear a pin drop.

A variety of gazes, some surprised, some doubtful, some mocking, and some worried, fell upon the boy walking at the front.

How can we deal with three Soul Masters joining forces to attack?!
retreat?

Completely humiliated!

Feng Bailong makes a move?
That's even worse!

If he doesn't demonstrate the strength befitting his status as the chief elder of the sword-wielding sect when he first appears, he'll inevitably become a laughingstock, turning a good story into a joke.

Under the spotlight.

The three martial spirit true forms formed an encirclement, forcing Li Zhexian to within ten meters.

The wind howled.

The wind caused the Wind Sword Sect members' robes to flutter wildly, their black silk ribbons billowing in the air.

But they still moved slowly.

Not a single detail was disordered.

Om-!
Li Zhexian landed in one step.

A purple soul ring rose up beneath his feet.

Followed by.

The second, third... five more soul rings appeared in succession.

The dazzling spirit rings, which surpassed the current understanding of the spirit master world, left everyone speechless.

And the next moment...

The moment that crimson spirit ring appeared.

The deathly silent square suddenly erupted into a thunderous uproar.

A 100,000-year-old spirit ring?!

According to the current understanding of Soul Masters on the mainland, a 100,000-year Soul Ring is a legendary item!

It's something even a Title Douluo can only dream of!

The sixth ring is 100,000 years!

Arabian Nights!

On the Drum Tower, the Soul Master's hand holding the pen trembled slightly, but he quickly resumed writing with great excitement.

On the square.

Ning Fengzhi and the others calmly raised their glasses and leisurely took a sip.

Tang Yue, the second elder of the Haotian Sect, narrowed his eyes and slowly said:
"Is this young man Li Zhexian?"

Third Elder Tang Jun composed himself, and said in a deep voice:
"If he weren't such a prodigy, how could he be called the number one among the younger generation?"

The other three elders also nodded silently.

Even though their positions are opposite.

But they also had to admit...

This young man possesses terrifyingly exceptional talent.

The sixth spirit ring has a lifespan of 100,000 years.

The future achievements are immeasurable.

"Li Zhexian..."

Sitting behind the five elders, Tang San, almost completely obscured, saw the crimson reflection in his eyes.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms.

A feeling of powerlessness came over me.

Such an opponent...

How can he possibly catch up?!
The top of the sacred mountain.

Several ice mirrors reflect the scene below the mountain.

"A 100,000-year-old soul ring..."

The worshippers remained silent.

The surprise faded from Qingluan's face and eyes, and she nodded, saying:

"Such talent and divine appearance make him a perfect match for Xue'er."

"Hehe, my judgment is spot on!" said the Light Feather Douluo, swaying on the ice crystal swing with a chuckle.

He raised his hand.

The ice mirror suddenly turned towards the Haotian Sect.

Looking at the five elders of the Haotian Sect whose imposing presence dominated the entire scene, the elders and their advisors smiled faintly.

"The Hall of Offerings has indeed been silent for far too long."

"The Haotian Sect, which was so frightened by us that it abandoned its sect and went into seclusion."

"Now they're showing off their power again."

"His Majesty the Pope..."

Yue Guan looked at Bibi Dong in shock.

"A few months ago, in the Star Dou Forest, this Li Zhexian did not yet possess this 100,000-year soul ring!"

"Is this..."

"A Titan Ape or a Azure Bull Python?!"

Bibi Dong remained silent, her gaze deep and unfathomable.

The ghost gritted its teeth and said:
"Your Holiness, Li Zhexian's growth rate is terrifying!"

"It seems they truly possess combat power that is unafraid of being granted titles!"

"Li Zhexian must die, or I will never be able to eat or sleep in peace!"

Bibi Dong unconsciously closed her slender fingers together.

"The aura of this 100,000-year-old soul ring does not belong to the three soul beasts of Xingdou."

"Some time ago, Li Zhexian was abducted to the far north by a mysterious snow woman."

"After returning, I acquired this 100,000-year soul ring."

"The far north has a long-standing legend of the Snow Woman, who is even revered as a deity by the locals."

"As the ruler of the far north, how could he allow or even help Li Zhexian to hunt for soul rings?"

"Li Zhexian..."

What secret do you hold...?

In Bibi Dong's dark eyes.

Murderous intent and greed intertwined and surged.

Like a venomous spider that devours bones.

"How can it be?!"

Huo Yanbao, Dai Yuncong, and Hu Yanzhen all shouted in horror.

Even the three Martial Soul True Forms froze for a moment.

And in that very instant...

Behind the swaggering young man, an ancient longsword with lotus flowers branded on its blade and a warm, jade-like wine pot came into view.

The wine boils and the swords clash!

It is Li Zhexian's twin martial souls: sword and wine!
A surge of spiritual energy emanated from Li Zhexian's forehead, carrying the pressure of a 100,000-year-old soul ring, and attached itself to the Azure Lotus Sword.

Clang——!
A streak of crimson sword light slashed across the sky.

All of a sudden.

Blood mist filled the sky.

The white jade square was reflected in the water, making it look like a churning lake of blood.

The extremely sharp sword energy forced onlookers to cover their eyes and cry out in pain.

Zheng——

Zheng——

The crimson sword light swept across the three martial spirit true forms that were rushing towards them.

The sword wound pierced through the skull and protruded from the end.

The fire leopard vanished, the white tiger disappeared, and the giant elephant crumbled!
Immediately.

Castration does not reduce.

It plowed a deep mark in the square before disappearing.

The three sect leaders trembled violently, and their faces suddenly flushed with a sickly redness.

He stumbled back several steps before finally stopping, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"Li Zhexian..."

They raised their hands to wipe away the blood, their eyes revealing horror and barely concealed terror.

A junior!
Is it really that powerful?!
This sword strike has already touched the threshold for account banning!

After the three Martial Soul True Forms shattered, the surging energy swept across a corner of the plaza.

And from that place where energy raged.

Li Zhexian and Feng Bailong walked side by side, their swords sweeping away the remaining energy, followed by a group of disciples.

Under a chorus of horrified, silent gazes.

Li Zhexian, his white robes fluttering, calmly took his seat in the first row, sitting on equal footing with the many titled Douluo.

He makes his first appearance as the Chief Elder of the Sword-wielding Sect.

How can we win people's hearts?

How can coordination be proven?

One sword strike overwhelms three Soul Douluos!

This is Li Bai's reply!

Since then.

No one questioned his position as the chief elder wielding the sword anymore...

(End of this chapter)