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

Chapter 335 Both Sides Suffer Heavy Losses, Qian Daoliu's Demise, and His Infiltration of Martial Soul City

Li Zhexian's gaze swept over the ravaged land before him.

The surrounding mountains were completely destroyed and leveled.

A giant pit, several feet deep, was formed.

Scattered at the bottom of the pit were tattered angel feathers and huge, torn limbs.

"This battle."

"Both sides were really angry."

Feng Bailong stroked his beard and said in a deep voice:

"It's likely a lose-lose situation."

Chen Xin frowned and slowly spoke:
"Although Bibi Dong has also reached the level of 99, she is also at the peerless level, and has the advantage of twin martial souls."

"But Qian Daoliu already had the title of invincible decades ago, and his foundation is far deeper than we can imagine."

In my opinion...

"Bibi Dong was ultimately slightly inferior."

at this time.

Li Zhexian's gaze suddenly froze on a pile of dust and ruins not far away.

His eyes suddenly sharpened.

A gust of wind swept past.

The dust has all settled.

Buried beneath it was a broken bat head several meters in size.

The instant it was revealed.

The pair of closed giant eyes suddenly opened, and two beams of scarlet blood light shot out.

So fast it takes less than a blink of an eye.

Between the lightning and the fire.

Three clear, resonant sword sounds rang out.

Chen Xin, Feng Bailong, and Li Zhexian simultaneously drew their swords to meet the terrifying red light.

boom--! ! !
The ground shook violently.

The already numerous cracks on the ground burst open again.

The rampant energy gradually subsided.

The bat's head finally lost its light.

The three of them were also shaken and staggered back several steps before they regained their footing.

"Another peerless Douluo!"

Chen Xin could not hide the shock on his face.

"On this continent, besides Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong, there is actually a third peerless expert?"

Feng Bailong suppressed the metallic taste rising in his throat, his expression grave.

The realm of Titled Douluo is a world unto itself.

Especially after level 95, the difference in soul power between each level is like an insurmountable chasm.

And level ninety-nine...

This level of attainment can be called the "limit" or the "peerless".

They were the beings closest to that ethereal divine realm.

in some sense.

The Peerless Douluo is already a higher realm than the Title Douluo.

Only the peerless Douluo.

Only the remaining energy in a broken skull could save him.

They were forced back by the force of the attack.

"The King of Slaughter..."

Li Zhexian slowly clenched his fist and said coldly:
"The only unparalleled powerhouse in bat form is the king of the City of Slaughter."

“I saw his true face there.”

He paused slightly.

He looked up at Chen Xin and Feng Bailong.

"The true form of the King of Slaughter is a powerful figure from the continent who is parasitized by a nine-headed bat king."

"This name... the two seniors should recognize it."

"His name is Tang Chen."

"what?!"

Chen Xin and Feng Bailong were suddenly shocked.

There was no time to ask Li Zhexian how he learned such a secret.

Feng Bailong solemnly spoke:
"In the realm of unparalleled excellence, there are no weaklings."

"Even if Qian Daoliu is strong, he can't possibly be a match for Bibi Dong and the King of Slaughter."

That's all.

The two looked at Li Zhexian.

They all knew about the relationship between Li Zhexian and the current successor of the Qian family.

Qian Daoliu's fate is now unknown.

With this bond.

Li Zhexian could not stand idly by.

Li Zhexian slowly exhaled.

I remember that since childhood, Xue'er only had her grandfather as a blood relative who truly cared for her.

A wave of pity washed over me.

But he also knows.

With my current strength.

They are still unable to directly confront a peerless Douluo. Furthermore...

If my own affairs cause trouble for Chenxin and Feng Bailong, they will face danger.

He was uneasy.

"My dear friend, the banished immortal."

Feng Bailong spoke at the opportune moment:
"In the three great battles, even if Qian Daoliu is defeated, Bibi Dong and the King of Slaughter will definitely be severely injured."

"Perhaps... we could secretly go to the Spirit Hall to find out what's going on."

"If they are already at their last gasp, that will be the perfect opportunity for us to strike."

"If these two people still have the capacity, you can contact your partner."

"We'll make further plans."

Chen Xin nodded slightly.

"This plan works."

Li Zhexian was not a hesitant person, and immediately cupped his hands and said:
"In that case, I'll trouble you two seniors to come with me on this trip."

Martial Soul Empire.
Deep in the mountainside of the sacred mountain.

A dark, secret passage leads straight down into the earth.
At the end of the road was a deathly silent prison, seemingly forgotten by the world.

This place is buried deep inside the mountain.

It never sees the light of day.

Only specks of pale green moss clung to the stone wall, reflecting a dim, bleak light.

Water droplets seeped out from the crevices in the rocks from time to time, making a clear and lonely dripping sound when they fell to the ground.

The deepest part of the death row.

Qian Daoliu sat cross-legged.

Two chains, as thick as a wrist and forged from dark purple soul power, pierced through his shoulder blades, with the other end embedded in the rock, pinning him to the spot.

"Qian Dao Liu, these chains are filled with Rakshasa divine power, constantly eroding your body and preventing you from ever recovering from your injuries."

Bibi Dong's chilling voice echoed through the prison.

Qian Daoliu's eyelids twitched slightly, but he ultimately remained silent, sitting cross-legged with a calm expression.

"Hmph, the next time you learn of news from the outside world, that will be the time when I flatten the continent and destroy the foundation of your Spirit Hall."

Bibi Dong curled her lips into a cold smile, flicked her long sleeves, and turned to leave.

Just as he turned around...

A streak of dark purple blood silently slid down from the corner of her lips.

A fierce, dark glint suddenly flashed in her eyes.

The strength of a thousand streams.

It far exceeded her expectations.

Even when they joined forces with the King of Slaughter, they only ended up with both sides suffering heavy losses.

"It actually triggered my immortality."

"The King of Slaughter also had four heads severed."

She felt a chill run down her spine.

"This battle has severely weakened me."

"It will probably take several months of seclusion to recover."

A multitude of thoughts flashed through her mind as she stepped out of the death row and into a side hall of the palace.

The King of Slaughter had his back to her, his thin shoulders trembling incessantly, making a sickening cracking sound.

I sensed Bibi Dong's presence.

He suddenly turned around...

He was holding a palace maid's bloody lower limb between his lips and teeth.

With a slight exertion, the jagged fangs crushed and swallowed the severed limb.

"Tsk, the blood of outsiders... is indeed pure."

He chuckled softly, his voice hoarse:
On a whim, he even swallowed the meat.

Bibi Dong leaned against the imperial throne, coldly observing the winding trail of blood on the ground, her brows slightly furrowed:
"I will arrange a palace specifically for you to offer blood sacrifices."

When will your injuries heal?

A deep hatred surfaced on the King of Slaughter's pale face.

"He beheaded four of my heads, and I will need at least four months to recover before I can return to my peak condition."

"it is good."

Bibi Dong nodded.

"Then, after April, we will launch a general offensive against the Heavenly Dou Empire."

She slowly got up, walked to the window, and looked up at the cloud-shrouded summit of the sacred mountain.

"Qian Daoliu is already imprisoned by me. The rest of the offerings are nothing but clay chickens and earthen dogs, which I can manipulate at will."

A sinister glint flashed in her eyes.

"When that time comes..."

"Gathering the power of many top-tier titles."

"Li Zhexian... let's see how you escape."

now.

The horizon of Wuhun City.

Chen Xin, Feng Bailong, and Li Zhexian suddenly stopped several thousand meters away, no longer daring to approach.

even so.

An invisible pressure still loomed over us.

They vaguely sensed...

On the mountainside of that majestic sacred mountain.

Two terrifying auras, chilling to the bone, lingered within.

(End of this chapter)