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

Chapter 264 Bibi Dong's Secret Realm, the Battle of the Seven Major Sects
Li Zhexian makes a stunning entrance, overwhelming the three sects with a single sword strike.

The last to enter were nearly a hundred ordinary sects who sat in a circle around the seven seats.

Compared to the previous seven cases.

These sects are rather ordinary and unremarkable.

This caused the onlookers outside the square to shake their heads and grimac.

"What's so interesting about this? Let alone the three upper sects, which of the four lower sects can be replaced?"

"The Wind Sword Sect is too strong. Besides His Majesty Wind Sword, they also have Li Zhexian, who seems to be no less powerful than those with titles!"

"The Wind Sword Sect is no less powerful than the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan. There might be changes among the top three sects!"

"Li Zhexian and His Majesty the Thunder Lord have an excellent relationship; these two forces will not fight over each other!"

Li Zhexian sat at the table.

His gaze swept over the dozens of powerful figures from ordinary sects.

Following the original story.

Of the three sects, one was destroyed, one was crippled, and one went into hiding.

The Spirit Hall re-selected the seven major sects without bloodshed.

Those who rose through the ranks from ordinary sects...

They are, respectively, the Holy Dragon Sect, the Black Tiger Sect, the Sparrow Bee Sect, and the Rock Antelope Sect.

The Holy Dragon Sect was founded by an elder who broke away from the Spirit Hall. His name was Tuoba Xi, and his spirit was the White Armor Earth Dragon.

Its combat power is among the top tier in Contra.

He once held a title for three hundred breaths, and was as famous as Feng Bailong before he broke through to the next realm.

The other three sect leaders, though not as powerful as veteran Soul Douluos above level 85 like Huo Yanbao, Dai Yuncong, and Hu Yanzhen, were also formidable.

But they are still strong at the same level.

"Quite a few Contra players have come."

"Yet no one has been granted a title?"

In the blink of an eye.

Li Zhexian's gaze suddenly focused on the two figures draped in wide cloaks among the dozen or so people from the Holy Dragon Sect.

"These two people..."

His brows furrowed as he carefully sensed the surroundings.

Yet it felt like standing on the edge of an abyss, utterly empty.

"Senior Feng Bailong, did you sense anything from those two men in black robes?"

Feng Bailong immediately focused his gaze on it.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

An invisible breeze gently swept across the square, but when it reached the two people around them, it vanished without a trace.

"Ok?"

Feng Bailong frowned.

"That's really strange."

"Anyone below the Title Douluo level will have their aura dissipated to some extent."

"These two were like a stagnant pool, exuding a sinister and deathly aura."

"Death energy..."

Li Zhexian's expression shifted slightly.

"Senior Feng Bailong, Senior Chenxin, Senior Gurong, be careful of the Holy Dragon Sect."

He enveloped his voice with his soul power.

But the two men in black robes seemed to have noticed.

Their steps stopped at the same time.

They twisted their necks in a neat, stiff motion.

They looked towards Li Zhexian.

Although their eyes were hidden behind the dark brims of their hats, Li Zhexian could still feel their bloodthirsty gaze.

"interesting……"

Li Zhexian raised the corners of her lips and met his gaze without any hesitation.

After all the powerful figures from various sects were seated.

Bibi Dong slowly stood up.

Without waiting for her to speak.

Tang Yue, the second elder of the Haotian Sect, interrupted coldly:
"Bibi Dong, stop with the nonsense."

"Just tell me how the seven major sects will be elected?"

Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo squinted and looked in the direction of Haotian Sect.

He lived in seclusion for over a decade.

Another elder of the Haotian Sect has broken through the title barrier.

They've certainly gained a lot of courage.

Bibi Dong remained calm and composed, her gentle voice revealing the Pope's magnanimity.

"Several years ago, I, the Pope, stumbled upon the entrance to a lost secret realm."

"The Spirit Hall obtained many precious resources from that secret realm."

"Today, sects from all over the world have gathered here. I, the Pope, am willing to open this secret realm as the battlefield for the re-selection of the Seven Sects. Everything you gain within it will belong to you personally."

As soon as these words came out.

Apart from a few forces that had already sided with the Spirit Hall.

A hint of doubt flashed in the eyes of the other sect's experts. A re-selection of the seven sects within the secret realm?
Whose share of the proceeds belongs to the individual?
When did Bibi Dong become so generous?

Li Zhexian, Feng Bailong, Yu Yuanzhen, and Chen Xin exchanged glances, all seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

"I thought it would be a draw..."

"A secret realm? What's its origin?"

Unlike the vigilance of many powerful figures from various sects.

Outside the square.

The onlookers felt that His Holiness the Pope was selfless and praised him.

"Using a secret realm as the battlefield for the re-election of the Seven Sects? His Holiness the Pope has quite the grand ambition!"

"All the profits go to him? His Holiness the Pope is truly too benevolent!"

"This is the sacred place in the hearts of us Soul Masters, the Spirit Hall, which transcends all other forces!"

Dugu Bo was serving in the Heavenly Dou Empire.

Therefore, they were unable to participate in this round of seven re-elections.

He glanced at the Soul Master who was engrossed in writing, then, with his hands behind his back, gazed towards the plaza and murmured to himself:
"What tricks is Bibi Dong up to now?"

While the powerful figures from various sects remained silent.

On the throne.

Bibi Dong suddenly raised her hand and waved.

The surging soul power transformed into mist and diffused, condensing into a light curtain of several hundred square meters in the sky.

A dark purple landscape appeared within the light screen.

The dark forest blends seamlessly with the sky, the spiritual herbs resemble lakes, and the mineral veins are like stars; the abundance of resources is truly astonishing.

The experts from all the sects gasped in shock.

"So many resources?!"

"Frost crystal ore? With this much frost crystal ore, we can build a thousand-strong Soul Master Iron Cavalry!"

"These spiritual herbs are all extraordinary; no wonder the Spirit Hall has become increasingly powerful in recent years!"

"Even if we can't compete for the top three sects, it's still worth the trip if we can get some resources!"

Feel the changing atmosphere around you.

Li Zhexian, Ning Fengzhi, and the others felt even more alarmed.

"This secret realm..."

"It's something that doesn't appear in the original story."

What exactly is Bibi Dong planning to do?

Li Zhexian looked up at the dark purple world and suddenly felt a sense of familiarity wash over him.

"This feeling……"

His pupils shrank suddenly.

"City of Killing!"

"This is no ordinary secret realm!"

"Instead, it's a bizarre dimension, like a killing city, independent of the rest of the world!"

Thinking of the origins of the Killing City.

Li Zhexian was even more surprised and suspicious.

"Second Elder!"

Tang San clenched his fist and whispered.

Tang Yue turned around and frowned.

"what's up?"

"Could you help me find some of these ores in the secret realm?"

Tang San suppressed his excitement.

Cold-blooded iron, dark silver aluminum, dull mother gold...

Many of these ores are materials used to make the top five hidden weapons of the Tang Clan!

If we say...

If you were to ask him what he could possibly do to defeat Li Zhexian!
That can only be his last trump card—Tang Clan hidden weapons!
Thinking of the power of the King of Hell's Decree, the Rain of Pear Blossom Needles, and even the Buddha's Wrath Lotus, his breathing became slightly rapid.

Tang Yue didn't have much appreciation for Tang San now.

That young man in white was simply too stunning.

This makes Tang San seem ordinary and unremarkable, and even his twin martial souls pale in comparison.

He glanced at Tang San's expectant expression, and then, remembering his father's instructions, finally nodded faintly.

"I will keep an eye on it."

Say it.

His tone was slightly deep.

Another sentence was added.

"If you are ambitious, you should be like Li Zhexian and fight your way into the Seven Sects Tournament on your own."

Why should I help you?

Tang San's smile froze.

His hands, hanging down, trembled slightly.

"...The Second Elder is right."

(End of this chapter)