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

Chapter 300 Ascending the Douluo Tower, Leaving Behind Past Achievements! Past Karma, Settled Today.
Yu Yuanzhen's face had to be given.

He trailed off.

Everyone quickly replied:
"Your Majesty Thunder, you flatter me!"

Yu Xiaogang was helped up by Liu Erlong and Flander, one on each side.

Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and a purplish-blue handprint was clearly visible on his right cheek. His fingers trembled as he wiped away the blood, and there was still a stubbornness in his eyes that refused to give in.

"please……"

His voice was muffled, yet he still tried to speak.

next moment.

Liu Erlong and Flander hurriedly stopped him.

If they continued, they had no doubt that, given Yu Yuanzhen's temperament, he would truly kill the master with a single palm strike.

The two of them pulled and helped each other.

Only then did they bring Yu Xiaogang back to the table.

In a wheelchair.

Zhao Wuji could no longer recognize the former "Immovable King".

His head drooped, his emaciated body trembled uncontrollably, and his bloodshot eyes were filled with pain and resentment.

"Li...Li the Immortal..."

By now.

Zhao Wuji still does not regret attacking and killing Li Zhexian.

What's wrong with a teacher avenging their student?!
His only regret...

It's because we didn't push things to the extreme back then!

We should spare no effort to expose ourselves, even if it's already broad daylight, and raze that forest to the ground to prevent future troubles!

Zhao Wuji wanted to clench his fist.

But now, he is...

Even such a simple act of venting hatred has become a luxury.

From beginning to end.

Li Bai did not utter a word.

He glanced coldly at Zhao Wuji in the wheelchair, then indifferently downed the wine in his glass.

—The rain that night seemed to have soaked him again.

In the past, he used every means at his disposal to barely survive.

It was also the first time he had ever smelled death.

"Hey, Immortal Brother, ignore those good-for-nothings! Come on, let's keep drinking!"

Feng Buyu, Huo Wushuang, and a group of friends raised their glasses in invitation.

"We are in high spirits today, so I, the banished immortal, will present a performance to entertain you all."

After Li Zhexian finished speaking, he turned to Feng Bailong and bowed respectfully.
"This junior is just offering a suggestion to get the ball rolling, so I'll go upstairs first."

Feng Bailong stroked his beard and smiled.

"Go."

Li Zhexian looked at Xue Di, who was sitting quietly at a table alone.

"Senior Xue Di, please look after Xiao Ya Zi for a while."

Xue Di nodded slightly and gestured with her slender hand.

Little Yazi struggled to fall into her arms.

Zheng——!
A clear, melodious sword cry resounded throughout Tiandou City.

The people of the whole city looked up.

A young man in white robes rose into the air, riding on the aura of a crystal sword.

Go straight to the highest building in Tiandou City!

"Look! It's Lord Jianjiu!"

"What is Lord Jianjiu trying to do?"

"Have you ascended the Douluo Tower yet? Lord Jianjiu is about to bestow a title upon you!"

Yu Tianheng, Feng Xiaotian, Huo Wushuang and the others all stood up, watching with envy and admiration as Li Zhexian climbed the tall building step by step.

"This is the first time I've ever seen someone ascend a tower with a title bestowed upon them!"

"Because there haven't been any new titles for many years!"

"Brother Immortal is truly extraordinary!"

Under the spotlight.

Li Zhexian stepped on sword energy and ascended the tower in mid-air.

In Douluo Continent.

Titled Douluo is the highest realm.

Each empire or sect can establish a tall building within its sphere of influence.

It allows the title to be displayed on this tall building, leaving behind their honorific title and past achievements.

It is intended for all Soul Masters to admire, and this is the goal we strive for.

The wind whistled in my ears, the clouds and mist swirled, brushing against my clothes.

Li Zhexian has already stood at the highest point of Tiandou City.

Looking down at the bustling city below.

A surge of heroic sentiment welled up in my heart.

As the ancient poem goes: "Riding a horse in the spring breeze, one can see all the flowers of Chang'an in a single day." This perfectly captures the exhilaration of passing the imperial examinations and the carefree spirit of riding through the city!

"Now, I, Li Zhexian..."

"Laughing, I embrace the winds and clouds, inscribing my name upon them; my title will forever hang in the tower of the sun and moon!"

Li Zhexian's clear voice echoed endlessly within Tiandou City.

"My name is Li Zhexian."

"He awakened his innate max-level soul power at the age of six, but wasted six years without making any progress."

With a flick of his sleeve, he used his sword as a pen and the clouds as ink to write wild and unrestrained characters atop the high building.

"I refuse to be an ordinary person. I drink wine and dance with my sword under the moon, awakening my martial spirit of sword and wine."

"When I was a Great Soul Master, I traveled through the Heavenly Battle Realm and killed a crippled Soul Venerable with a single sword strike..."

The boy's voice echoed throughout the heavens, arrogant and unrestrained, each word ringing out with conviction.

Large, glazed characters, illuminated by the clouds and mist, were imprinted on the high-rise buildings, clearly visible to everyone in the city.

The Soul Master excitedly followed Li Zhexian's lead and began to write.

The people of Tiandou City were abuzz with discussion.

"Lord Jianjiu has such a past?!"

"So, Lord Sword Wine's actual cultivation time needs to be reduced by another six years?! Wow, this talent is terrifying!"

"When you were a Great Soul Master, you crippled a Soul Venerable with a single sword strike?! Was Sword Wine already capable of fighting beyond his level back then?!"

"Back then, Lord Jianjiu was only somewhat famous in the Soul Arena, not yet renowned throughout the Heavenly Battle!"

"To have one's name recorded and honored, how dashing!"

The envy and respect in the eyes of Feng Buyu, Huo Wushuang, and others deepened.

Huo Wu glanced at the infatuated looks on the faces of her sisters Zhu Zhuqing and Dugu Yan beside her, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

One glimpse of the banished immortal and your life is ruined.

Feng Bailong and the other titled individuals listened to the young man's past and understood the hardships he had endured.

"One sword slays the crippled Soul Venerable..."

Flanders clenched his fists and whispered through gritted teeth:

"Doesn't Ma Hongjun deserve to have his name recorded?"

Yu Xiaogang's face was as cold as iron.

Liu Erlong looked dejected.

"When he was a Great Soul Master, he was attacked and killed by Soul Saint Zhao Wuji. After a fierce battle, he managed to survive."

Li Zhexian paused abruptly at this point.

Zheng——!
A beam of crystal-clear sword energy pierced through the clouds and fell straight down from the sky.

next moment.

The sword energy shattered silently, and Li Zhexian took a step forward, standing suspended in mid-air, his robes fluttering, looking down at Yu Xiaogang and the other two.

"The karma of the past is settled today."

“I will heal Zhao Wuji. If he can withstand one of my punches, all past grievances will be wiped clean.”

Li Zhexian's voice was calm, yet it exuded a chilling coldness.

"You already possess the combat power of a titled warrior, how could Zhao Wuji possibly defeat you..."

Yu Xiaogang struggled to his feet, gritted his teeth, and looked up at Li Zhexian.

"Then join your golden trio and take my sword."

Li Zhexian slowly said:

"Out of respect for Senior Yu Yuanzhen, I will spare your three lives."

The three of them exchanged glances and immediately understood each other's intentions.

They agreed.

To be precise, there was no other choice.

If they don't agree, Zhao Wuji will surely die.

If I agree, there might still be a glimmer of hope.

"Sun and Moon Brilliant Golden Turn!"

Flanders shouted.

Golden light shot up from the three of them, condensing into a golden triangle in the air, with mysterious power permeating it.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes suddenly sharpened:
"Luo Sanpao!"

A round, pig-shaped spirit beast leaped into the center of the Golden Triangle.

All of a sudden.

Yu Xiaogang received two spirit rings, while Liu Erlong and Flander each received seven spirit rings, for a total of sixteen spirit rings that flew out from the three of them and all entered Luo Sanpao's body.

"Roar--!"

Luo Sanpao struggled violently.

Then, under countless shocked gazes...

Its body expanded rapidly, with dazzling golden rhomboid scales growing quickly, muscles bulging like mountains, and two twisted horns sticking out.

But only a few breaths.

A golden dragon, over twenty meters long, coiled above the heads of Yu Xiaogang and his two companions.

Those golden dragon eyes were filled with majesty.

He stared intently at the boy in white.

(End of this chapter)