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

Chapter 323 A Fierce National War! Li Zhexian Battles Chrysanthemum Douluo

The Spirit Hall's army of Soul Masters arrived as scheduled.

The horizon.

First came a long, blurry black shadow.

Followed by.

A thunderous roar rolled in, causing the earth to tremble rhythmically, as if a giant beast were treading the ground.

Five thousand soul masters advanced in formation, their momentum unstoppable.

The overwhelming soul power surged and intertwined, converging above their heads into an energy tide that covered half the sky.

The yellow sand was swirled up by footsteps, turning the sky a dim yellow, and countless elemental energies collided with each other, emitting a roar that sounded like the howls of ten thousand beasts.

Faced with such a devastating scene, the 100,000 soldiers stood firm and did not retreat an inch.

The bugle calls tore through the long wind, and the star-studded battle flags fluttered in the wind.

The commoner-robed marquis raised his spear, his warhorse rearing up, and with a roar, his killing intent pierced the battlefield:
"kill--!!!"

next moment.

The earth shook and mountains trembled; yellow sand covered the sky.

One hundred thousand armored soldiers moved simultaneously, the sounds of swords being drawn and armor rubbing together forming a torrent of steel that instantly transformed into countless battle formations, piercing the Soul Master army like sharp blades.

The earth groaned, and the sky lost its color.

The torrent of iron and blood clashed fiercely with the light of soul skills.

Arrows flew like locusts, blotting out the sky, but they shattered into dust before the soul power shield.

Warhorses neighed, swords clashed, and each charge stirred up waves of blood.

The Soul Skill blooms like a flower of death.

Thunder, flames, ice, and wind blades cleared away patches of vacuum, scattering severed limbs and charred bodies everywhere.

however.

The Star Luo warriors are too fierce.

With iron discipline and a fearless will to die, they continuously compressed the Soul Master formation with layers of sacrifice.

Soul power eventually comes to an end.

The light of the soul skill quickly dimmed.

Amidst the screams, muffled thuds began to appear as soul masters were pierced by swords and spears.

The battle lines retreated step by step.

The army of Soul Masters was forced back, each step landing on blood, mud, and corpses. The mud, a mixture of sand and blood, made it almost impossible to stand.

Just like the victorious Marquis who died in battle, the commoner Marquis actually fought against four experts of the same level with his level 86 soul power!
His cloak billowed like blood, and each sweep of his spear brought forth a howling aura of crimson soul energy.

This is his martial spirit—the Bloodthirsty Spear.

He had gone mad with killing intent, blood dripping from the red tassel of his spear, and he could no longer distinguish friend from foe.

Just as the fighting spirit of Xingluo was burning brightly.

between heaven and earth.

Suddenly, a voice rang out, carrying an air of appreciation yet also a sense of condescension:

"The Star Luo Empire was founded on military might."

"You warriors are indeed worthy of respect."

Those who lay down their weapons and surrender will not be killed.

The words fell.

Everything suddenly fell silent.

An oppressive force far exceeding the killing power of the battlefield descended from behind the Soul Master army, like a black curtain obscuring the sky.

All the shouts of battle seemed to be choked by an invisible hand, becoming distant and blurred.

One side of the sky.

The eerie black mist spread silently, as if vengeful spirits were wailing within it, even swallowing up the light.

A person stood in the black mist, like a bottomless shadow.

And the other side.

Golden light soared into the sky, and a strange fragrance filled the air. The enormous phantom of the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum slowly rotated, its petals gleaming with a cold light that cut through the air with a sharp screech.

A person dressed in white, as pure as snow, held a petal between their fingers, their posture both enchanting and graceful.

The two had just appeared.

The Soul Master army, which had initially shown signs of defeat, was revitalized as if injected with hope, and their fighting spirit was renewed.

In contrast, the soldiers of Xingluo felt as if they had been doused with cold rain, and their fighting spirit waned.

This is the power of a Title Douluo.

For ordinary soul masters and soldiers, titles are like gods, high above, looking down on the mortal world.

"kill--!"

Right now.

The commoner Hou pierced through a Soul Douluo with a single spear thrust.

The spear was drawn.

Blood splattered across his face, leaving a trail of blood.

He pointed his spear at Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo in the sky, his tone filled with murderous intent and unwavering resolve.

"Violating our land and harming our people..." "Even a title is unforgivable!"

The commoner roared furiously:

"kill--!"

This sound.

It ignited the fighting spirit of the Star Luo warriors!
They struck their shields with swords, like beating war drums, their roars shaking the heavens:

"kill--!"

Yue Guan lightly touched the corner of his lips with his fingers, his eyes as cold as ice.

"A bunch of ants, daring to be so presumptuous."

The words have not yet fallen.

Golden petals rained down like a storm, enveloping the brutal battlefield. Each petal was incredibly sharp, slicing through the air with a piercing shriek.

Just as the petals were about to fall on the soldiers.

Zheng!
between heaven and earth.

Suddenly, a clear and melodious sword cry rang out.

Amidst the sudden change in Yue Guan and Gui Mei's expressions, and under the burning gazes of tens of thousands of Xingluo soldiers...

A young man in a white shirt suddenly appeared amidst the rain of flower petals.

Facing a sky full of sharp blades.

He pointed his fingers like a sword and flicked them upwards.

A pale golden sword aura surged from his fingertips, extending hundreds of meters away and shattering all the flower petals.

Then, the sword energy continued unabated, crashing to the ground and carving out a thousand-meter-long, bottomless ravine before dissipating.

The light of daylight fell again.

The deadly rain of petals was swept away by the white-robed youth's casual sword strike.

The 100,000 soldiers of Xingluo were all stunned and stood there.

"Your Excellency Xie Jianjiu, a commoner, has come to my aid!"

With a triumphant shout, the soldiers finally snapped out of their daze, their blood-stained faces radiating shock and fervor.

Your Majesty, Sword and Wine?!
The number one prodigy who ascended to the title at the tender age of twenty?

Sword Wine Lord has come to aid Star Luo?!

In an instant.

One hundred thousand soldiers roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens:
"Thank you for your help, Your Majesty Jianjiu!"

Yue Guan's gaze swept over the restless army of soul masters, and he uttered three words, slowly and deliberately:

"Li, the banished immortal."

Li Zhexian stepped on sword energy and ascended to the heavens, until he was a hundred meters away from Yue Guan.

"Chrysanthemum Douluo, you are far from being as sharp as me."

call--

A wisp of blue-red mist drifted to Li Zhexian's side.

Dugu Bo, draped in a blue and red cloak, stepped out of the poisonous fog, facing Ghost Douluo from afar, his hoarse voice filled with killing intent:
"today……"

"My poison is unparalleled in the world; I will surely strip those with titles of nobility."

boom!
A thousand-meter-long, ten-headed crimson-green serpent emperor snaked out from beneath his feet, its tail carrying the force of wind and thunder, directly attacking the ghosts and demons.

Ghostly Demon had not expected Dugu Bo to be so domineering, and he acted without hesitation once he said he would.

Yet he showed no fear whatsoever, transforming into countless shadowy figures to meet the attack head-on.

Just for a moment.

The two fought fiercely, their souls clashing and their energy surging.

Li Zhexian and Yue Guan rose into the sky at the same time.

Their eyes met, and their killing intent surged forth as if it were a tangible force.

"Moon Pass..."

Li Zhexian's body transformed into a glassy color, his hand resting on the sword hilt, and he coldly said:

“You attacked me in the past and tried to kill me several times.”

"Today I will fight you alone, and I will surely kill you."

Yue Guan's gaze fell on the Azure Lotus Sword hanging at Li Zhexian's waist.

He raised the corners of his lips slightly, laughing so hard he was practically shaking.

"Hahahaha!"

"Li Zhexian, it's been a long time. Your youthful arrogance has only grown stronger."

"I, Yue Guan, will see this today..."

"How exactly do you intend to kill me?"

boom--!
Nine dazzling soul rings rose from beneath his feet, perfectly proportioned and radiant.

The immense aura of a level 95 Super Douluo erupted, transforming into a magnificent pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth.

His voice was cold and sharp, neither male nor female, yet it reverberated across the entire battlefield like a thunderclap.

"Seventh Soul Skill - Miraculous True Form!"

(End of this chapter)