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

Chapter 326 The Name of the Sword and Wine Douluo! The Dead Return, Bibi Dong Visits the Angel Temple

The battle of Bian Hongcheng shook the world in just a few days.

After beheading the Second Elder of the Clear Sky Sect at the Conferring Ceremony, Sword and Wine Douluo Li Zhexian once again slew Yue Guan, the Super Douluo of the Martial Soul Empire!
If we also consider the fall of the Demon Bear Douluo who led the charge, and his slaying of the Seventh Elder of the Haotian Sect in the secret realm.

Li Zhexian alone has killed three titled individuals.

For a while.

The name of the Sword and Wine Douluo, Li Zhexian, is unparalleled.

Dugu Bo also annihilated the Ghost Demon of the Martial Soul Empire, completely washing away the name of "weakest title".

He has joined the ranks of the top experts capable of competing in the Heavenly Ridge Martial Arts Tournament.

In Tiandou City.

A scene of jubilation.

The shadow of the rise of the Martial Soul Empire has long loomed over both empires, and the people desperately need a heartening victory.

Across from the noodle stall on the street.

The room was filled with people listening to the story.

"What a fine name you are, Your Majesty Swordsman and Wine!"

Snapped--!
The storyteller struck his gavel, the sound like a bronze chime piercing the clouds and splitting rocks:

"But he was seen holding the imperial edict in his mouth!"

"Ho!"

"The clouds and mist, stretching for miles, were like boiling water poured over snow, collapsing and disintegrating in a crash!"

Suddenly, from the depths of the swirling clouds...

He slowly pushed open his folding fan, leaning forward gently, as if he had witnessed it firsthand:
"A giant azure lotus sword pierced through the air, its cold light illuminating the heavens..."

That concludes the first part.

The audience erupted in cheers.

Copper coins were tossed onto the stage like raindrops.

"Well said!"

"Your Excellency Jianjiu is truly the greatest genius of all time!"

"By slaying an elder of the Spirit Hall, Your Highness Sword Wine is defying the heavens!"

Zhu Zhuqing, Xiao Wu, and Ning Rongrong, who had returned, along with Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, and the other seven members of the Royal Battle, were also in the crowd, cheering loudly.

I was both shocked by Li Zhexian's slaying of Ju Douluo and relieved that he was safe and sound.

With a flick of her slender fingers, Zhu Zhuqing sent a gold coin flying in a graceful arc, landing lightly on the storyteller's desk.

"Zhuqing, what are you doing?"

Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong asked curiously.

Before Zhu Zhuqing could answer, Dugu Yan said with a hint of envy:
"This is the habit of the immortal brother."

"Zhuqing, did he ask you to do this?"

Zhu Zhuqing smiled and nodded.

Compared to the enthusiastic atmosphere.

Only the Soul Master stood beside the storyteller with his head drooping, clapping listlessly.

what to do……

It seems I'm about to lose my job...

I had intended to follow His Majesty Jianjiu on his journey to Xingluo, but due to the secrecy of this trip, it was inconvenient to bring one more person.

"Ugh……"

He suddenly felt a pang of nostalgia for the days when he traveled around the mainland with storytellers.

"After taking the spiritual herbs bestowed by His Majesty the Sword Wine, the gentleman's health has improved day by day."

“It’s not impossible for me to tell stories for another twenty years and travel the world for another twenty years.”

"Traveling across the continent is entirely feasible in the future."

Tiandou Palace.

The Snow Night Emperor's face was glowing, and even the remaining poison in his body seemed to have dissipated somewhat.

"Hahahaha!"

"With the fall of Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo, the Spirit Empire has suffered a devastating blow!"

"Your Majesty Sword Wine and Poison Douluo are truly the pillars of our Heavenly Battle!"

Ning Fengzhi also sighed with a smile:

"The banished immortal said that day that if he went to Xingluo, he would surely return with his title revoked."

"Now it seems..."

"The Immortal's combat power has reached the level of a Super Douluo."

Feng Bailong stroked his beard and sighed deeply:
"A Super Douluo at the tender age of twenty, the talent of the young immortal friend is truly astonishing."

The Hall of Martial Spirits.

Bibi Dong sat on the imperial throne, her body radiating a dark purple soul power that made her figure appear infinitely taller and exuded a suffocating pressure.

Both sides of the main hall.

The sect leaders and newly promoted Soul Douluo-level elders all bowed their heads deeply, their bodies trembling slightly, as if walking on thin ice.

At the very center of the hall.

A messenger knelt on the ground, his clothes soaked with cold sweat.

"explain."

Bibi Dong parted her red lips slightly and uttered only one word.

The messenger trembled violently, holding a blood-stained battle report, his voice shaking:
"Your Majesty..."

"The Soul Master army marches to Bianhong City, and the Heaven Dou Empire's Sword and Wine Douluo Li Zhexian and Poison Douluo Dugu Bo join the battle."

"Elders Yue Guan and Gui Mei... died heroically... for their country." "The entire army of five thousand Soul Masters... was wiped out."

"After a day of rest, the enemy forces of Xingluo...recaptured Wangtian City yesterday."

The battle report was finished.

He was almost completely paralyzed.

His forehead pressed firmly against the cold ground.

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

The air was heavy and still, making even breathing difficult.

a long time.

Finally, one of the sect leaders gritted his teeth and stepped forward, bowing and offering his advice:

"Your Majesty, I believe..."

"With the fall of Elders Yue Guan and Gui Mei, our Martial Soul Empire's top combat power is probably... inferior to Tian Dou."

"The most urgent task is to temporarily halt our military advance, allow our empire to recuperate and rebuild, and wait until our empire has accumulated sufficient strength before pursuing our dominance over the continent."

Someone takes the lead.

Voices of agreement began to emerge.

"I second the proposal!"

"I second the proposal!"

Bibi Dong's stunningly beautiful face was as calm as still water, and a faint smile even appeared on her lips beneath Tamamo.

He seemed completely unperturbed by the crushing defeat.

But that smile was cold and eerie, sending chills down one's spine.

"Li Zhexian can now slay a Super Douluo?"

The difference between a Super Douluo and an ordinary titled Douluo is not just a matter of a few levels of soul power, but a different kind of insurmountable gap.

Even though Yue Guan didn't obtain the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum, resulting in an imperfect martial soul.

But he is ultimately a Super Douluo.

"Such talent is truly astonishing."

Bibi Dong's gaze swept over the crowd of people prostrating before His Highness.

Didn't say much.

He simply tapped the scepter in his hand lightly.

bang——

A low sound.

A faint black aura spread like a tide, instantly cleansing the main hall.

Everyone felt a chill run through them, and the flames of the eternal lamps on both sides dimmed simultaneously, making the light and shadow in the hall suddenly become gloomy.

"His Majesty……"

The sect leader who had just offered advice still wanted to persuade them again.

Suddenly, heavy footsteps were heard outside the hall.

Tread-

Tread-

One sound after another.

It carried a strange and eerie sense of oppression.

Everyone suddenly turned to look.

His pupils then contracted sharply.

A chilling dread exploded from the depths of my heart, causing me to stumble backward in fright.

"You... you..."

Some people were trembling and unable to speak coherently.

Four figures slowly walked in from outside the hall.

These were none other than Yue Guan, Gui Mei, Mo Xiong, and Gui Bao, who had already perished in battle!
The four men were ashen-faced, with dark muscle exposed from their wounds, yet no blood flowed from them. A suffocatingly eerie aura emanated from them.

"Hey……"

Yue Guan let out a low, eerie laugh.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and grabbed the sect leader by the throat.

"Who said... I'm dead?"

"Oh!"

Black mist surged from his palm, and the sect leader was blown to pieces before he could even scream.

The four men walked indifferently to stand behind Bibi Dong, their four pairs of cloudy eyes coldly scanning the princess.

Bibi Dong's authoritative voice rang out once more:
"The Martial Soul Empire has never had a fearless enemy."

"Since Tian Dou is supporting Xing Luo, then let's turn our attention directly to Tian Dou."

"We will prepare for battle for a month, and then launch our attack on Tiandou."

"Yes!!"

No one dared to object anymore.

The hall was filled with voices of anxiously obeying orders.

Leave the hall.

Bibi Dong did not return to her palace.

She walked slowly up the stone steps of the sacred mountain alone.

Heading towards that supreme temple shrouded in mist... the Temple of Angels.

(End of this chapter)