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

Chapter 349 Guangling's Warning: Heading to the Border Battlefield, the Power of the Martial Soul Empire

Time is like sand slipping through your fingers; the tighter you grasp it, the more mercilessly it slips away.

Every celebration must eventually come to an end.

Having agreed to meet again in a year, everyone tacitly agreed not to discuss it further.

The storyteller's voice still echoed in their ears, but the atmosphere among Li Zhexian and his group, which had been joyful, had calmed down.

There is a saying...

No one said it aloud.

Yet, it simultaneously surfaced in everyone's mind.

Tomorrow... they will personally lead a large army to the border.

I only hope that next year we can keep our promise, and that it will still be this group of people enjoying the evening breeze, arguing about whose barbecue is the best tonight, and gathering here to listen to storytelling.

Just at this time.

The storyteller struck his gavel again, delivering the final words:
"The book ends here, its lingering melody still resonates. I only hope that next year the breeze will still be gentle, and the moon still bright. Today, all those present here are present, not one missing, not one... missing."

late at night.

Less than three hours had passed since the army set off at dawn.

Li Bai sat cross-legged beneath the four-season plum blossoms, surrounded by blossoms that bloomed and faded, blooming and fading again, in an endless cycle, embodying the mystery of time.

But at this time.

Whoosh!
An ice arrow pierced through the air, heading straight for Li Zhexian's face.

The biting cold air startled the swirling plum blossoms, causing them to scatter in fear.

Li Zhexian remained with his eyes closed.

Thoughts arise at will.

A beam of crystal-clear sword light materialized out of thin air, shattering the ice arrow.

The shattered ice crystals did not fall to the ground; instead, they coalesced in mid-air to form four characters:

Do not go to the battlefield.

Li Zhexian suddenly opened his eyes, his sword-like eyebrows slightly furrowed.

The next moment,

The plum blossoms that had been swirling around her quietly settled down.

His seated figure vanished silently from the spot.

at the same time.

Eighty li outside Tiandou City.

"Cough cough!"

Guangling Douluo coughed softly, covering his mouth, and a trickle of bright red blood seeped through his fingers.

He moved like an arrow, speeding through the night sky.

Suddenly, the clouds and mist ahead surged and parted to both sides.

A figure in white stepped out from the clouds.

"The banished immortal greets Senior Guangling."

"you……"

Guangling abruptly stopped, looking at the boy in front of her with surprise and uncertainty, before finally letting out a sigh that was a mixture of bitterness and relief.

"You truly are a prodigy who dominates the present generation; I am no match for you now."

Li Zhexian's expression darkened slightly.

He sensed that Guangling's aura was weakening.

A healing herb flew out of the treasure pouch at her waist and floated lightly to the other party.

"Senior Guangling is not the type to say such things."

"Ah……"

Guangling shook his head and smiled bitterly, his meaning unclear.

His expression suddenly turned serious, and he said in a deep voice:
“Li Zhexian, now that you have received this message, you should listen to me.”

"You shouldn't have gone to this battle."

Li Zhexian remained silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head:

"Please forgive me for being unable to comply."

"Two unparalleled powerhouses, a titled Douluo from the City of Slaughter, and a titled Douluo from the undead under Bibi Dong's command!"

"Li Zhexian, even if you possess unparalleled talent, do you really think you can single-handedly contend against the entire Martial Soul Empire?!"

Guangling turned away, flicking her sleeves, and gazed up at the waning moon in the sky, her tone desolate:
"The Hall of Offerings..."

"This time, it's destined that we'll be on opposite sides."

"When Xue'er learned that the High Priest had disappeared, she almost frantically attempted the Angel God Test."

“Bibi Dong used her divine trial secret realm to trap her, making her feel like she was imprisoned.”

"This decisive battle is a doomed situation for you."

"With your talent..."

"It is better to retreat and lie low until the day you return as a god, then it will not be too late to take revenge."

"Xue'er is trapped?"

Li Zhexian's expression changed drastically.

Then Guangling's voice came, carrying a hint of coldness: "You don't need to worry about Xue'er's safety for now."

“Bibi Dong knew that the Grand Elder alone was not enough to make the Hall of Offerings submit, so she imprisoned Xue’er, intending to use her as a double threat.”

"As long as the temple still has value, Xue'er will be fine."

Li Zhexian let out a soft breath, but a look of worry still lingered between his brows.

"Senior Guangling..."

"I have many friends in Tiandou, and I have also shared twenty years of joys and sorrows with them."

"In my youth, I was full of vigor and always thought that the sword in my hand was only for defeating all the enemies in the world."

"Now I understand that the sword is sharpest when it is drawn from its sheath."

Guangling, who had his back to the boy, paused slightly.

He remained silent for a long time before speaking with difficulty:
"It is said among the people that the sword of the sword and the wine never show mercy."

"If we meet again on the battlefield, we will be enemies. Will you not kill me?"

"This junior hopes that Senior Guangling is well."

As dawn breaks, the north wind howls.

The Heavenly Battle Banner flutters like a dragon, and soldiers stretching for dozens of miles stand silently with halberds in hand, their presence chilling and silent.

In front of the military formation.

Yu Tianheng, Feng Xiaotian, Huo Wushuang, and other prodigies of their generation, along with the strong warriors from various academies, were clad in armor and wielded weapons, exuding a chilling aura.

The Soul Master's armor had paper wrapped around his waist, which he used to accompany the army.

On the sky.

Several figures stood in mid-air, their imposing aura overwhelming.

Li Zhexian, dressed in white, stood quietly at the forefront of the clouds.

Behind and on both sides.

The titles such as Chenxin, Gurong, Dugubo, Fengbailong, and Yuyuanzhen are listed in order.

Their soul power was concealed, yet it was as deep and imposing as a mountain, merging with the aura of the army below to form a mighty force that could tear the sky apart.

The people of Tiandou spontaneously gathered to send off the fallen, the old man stood silently with his cane, the woman covered her face and wept, and the young child looked on blankly.

It's unclear who knelt first.

In an instant.

The entire crowd on the long street bowed down.

"Heaven and earth unite the people, we thank you all for your protection, and congratulate the heroes on their triumphant return!"

The Snow Night Emperor bowed deeply:
"I entrust the Heavenly Battle to you all!"

Li Zhexian's gaze swept over the common people of Tiandou, he took a deep breath, and his shout shook the land:
"set off!"

War drums thundered, sand and stones obscured the sun, the earth trembled, and the army surged northward like a torrent.

One month later.

On the border city wall.

Li Zhexian, along with Chenxin, Dugu Bo, and other titled figures, stood on the high walls of the border city, gazing at the territory of the Martial Soul Empire.

Tens of thousands of Soul Masters were stationed on the border, their momentum menacing.

"Something's wrong."

Yu Yuanzhen's brows were furrowed.

"The Heavenly Dou reinforcements took a month to arrive. The Martial Soul Empire could have captured more than ten cities in one fell swoop. Why did they remain inactive, as if they were waiting for our army to arrive?"

Gu Rong said in a deep voice:
"This move is incomprehensible except for increasing casualties."

Ning Fengzhi pondered for a moment and said:
"perhaps……"

"It's to avoid exhaustion from the siege and to engage in a direct confrontation with Tiandou."

"In this way, the two armies will clash head-on without any reservations, rendering all military strategies and tactics useless."

"This battle was a bloodbath from the very beginning."

Li Zhexian listened quietly for a long time, then suddenly spoke:

“By the time of the Seven Great Elections, Bibi Dong had already completed the Eighth Divine Test.”

"The deity she inherited was a pure evil god. The resentment born from war and slaughter may be the foundation for her breakthrough to godhood."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed, realizing that the battle was already decided and there was no turning back.

Two days later.

It was just past 1 AM.

The Soul Master army of the Martial Soul Empire suddenly surged like a tidal wave over the borders of the Heavenly Battle Realm.

The Heavenly Dou Army stood ready to meet the enemy.

All of a sudden.

The sounds of battle shook the heavens, and blood stained the wasteland.

However, those with titles such as Li Zhexian did not make a move.

They stood silently atop the city wall, gazing at the dozen or so figures standing in the void within the territory of the Martial Soul Empire.

A chilling murderous intent permeated the air...

(End of this chapter)