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

Chapter 353 Who wants you to be a hero? I just want you to live! A glimpse of the future coming true.
The painful words of Tianmeng Bingcan urging me to leave echoed in my ears.

Blood was still flowing from Li Zhexian's mouth, but upon hearing this, his dark eyes remained unwavering.

Blood-stained white shirts and black hair fluttered against the wind.

"I don't……"

The two words fell.

Then there was a sound like glass shattering.

The three-way stalemate, which had reached its limit, collapsed.

The destructive energy, accumulated to its limit, was released without restraint, bursting forth like a dam bursting open in a galaxy.

The elemental catastrophe swept across everything, stripping away light, distorting space, and annihilating all living things wherever it passed.

The earth was like a sand table being swept away layer by layer by giant waves, and the mountains melted away like ice and snow under the scorching sun.

A sinkhole with a diameter of more than ten miles suddenly formed at the point of impact. The bottom of the sinkhole is scorching hot, vitrified land, exuding an aura of destruction.

Three figures crashed into the distant sky like meteors.

Bibi Dong crashed into the cliff face of a mountain.

The mountain trembled violently, rocks tumbled down, and wisps of black smoke seeped from the billowing dust.

The King of Slaughter smashed the summit of another mountain, and crimson, filthy blood emanated from the ruins, flickering uncertainly.

Li Zhexian suffered the most tragic fate.

His white shirt was stained with blood as he fell helplessly from the sky.

First it crashed into the ground, and the remaining force pushed it to plow more than a thousand meters until it hit the rock wall at the foot of the mountain and stopped.

Buried beneath the rubble, the breath was barely perceptible.

"Excommunicate the Immortal!"

Chen Xin, Dugu Bo, Feng Bailong, and the others stared with rage.

The already irritable one became even more frenzied, blasting his opponent away with a single blow before charging towards Li Zhexian.

Available in the next second.

The six retainers attacked again.

"roll!"

The sword light and the snake's tail swept across.

The golden crocodile and the blue phoenix were forced back several steps.

"You guys stop it!"

The six Golden Crocodile Guardians solemnly transmitted their voices to Chen Xin, Feng Bailong, and the others:
"You have no right to interfere in a battle of unparalleled scale!"

"If anything happens to you, it will only distract Li Zhexian!"

"Don't let... Li Zhexian's good intentions... go to waste!"

……

Chen Xin, Dugu Bo, Feng Bailong, Gu Rong, and Yu Yuanzhen all trembled slightly.

How could they not know...?

Why did Li Zhexian fight to the death and refuse to retreat?

Thinking back to the Battle of the Papal Palace several years ago.

They shielded the fledgling boy behind them.

Now, the fledgling eagles have grown into great roc birds, yet they must sacrifice their own lives and futures to give the other sliver of hope.

With this in mind.

Those with worldly hearts couldn't help but shed tears.

The soldiers of the Heavenly Dou Army and the Soul Masters of the Martial Soul Empire stopped fighting at the same time, staring blankly at the towering column of smoke that rose after the three peerless experts fell.

The battlefield fell into an eerie silence.

Hundreds of thousands of Heavenly Warriors remained silent, a profound sense of grief spreading through the air.

It's obvious to everyone...

Li Zhexian was more seriously injured.

He could fight two peerless masters single-handedly and fight to such an extent.

No words are needed to prove his strength.

Li Zhexian really did his best.

With his youthful body, he shed his last drop of blood for the fight against the heavens.

"Excommunicate the Immortal!"

"Exiled Immortal Brother!"

"Li Zhexian!"

Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, Shui Bing'er, Xiao Wu, and Huo Wu, their pretty faces pale, rushed towards the place where Li Zhexian had fallen, disregarding everything.

Yu Tianheng, Feng Buyu, Huo Wushuang, Feng Xiaotian, Oscar, and others followed closely behind, their expressions filled with alarm.

In their minds...

Scenes from the past involuntarily flashed through my mind...

The occasional melancholy that Li Zhexian occasionally revealed, and his unusual silence when he, who always loved gatherings, made the "one-year promise".

"Did he... foresee this day...?"

"Knowing it's a dead end..."

"Yet it was still for us...for the Heavenly Struggle..."

Think about this.

Everyone was heartbroken.

"Who wants you to be a hero... I just want you to live..."

The fiery dance was gone, replaced by a mournful scream. Boom! Boom!
Boom boom——!
In the distance, mountains crumbled, and smoke and dust billowed into the sky.

The place where Bibi Dong and the King of Slaughter were buried exploded with a bang, and the two figures, wrapped in raging demonic flames, once again stood in the sky.

Their bodies were covered in wounds, yet their aura was even more terrifying than before. Their soul power rose above their heads like flames intertwined with blood and black, as if demon gods had descended.

"Haha...hahaha..."

Bibi Dong covered her face with her only remaining right hand, tilting her head back and trembling as she let out a maniacal laugh. The gaze that pierced through her fingers was as sinister as a knife.

"Li Zhexian... I said... today you will face certain death!"

"But death would be too easy for you!"

"I want you to watch with your own eyes as the people you risked your life to protect die tragically before your very eyes!"

The words fell.

She raised her hand and made a loose grasping motion.

A Rakshasa Demon Scythe, wreathed in eerie purple energy, materialized in his palm.

next moment.

The demonic scythe transformed into a death arc that tore through the sky, slashing towards the fleeing Zhu Zhuqing, Dugu Yan, Yu Tianheng, and the others.

How could they possibly withstand the attack of an unparalleled expert?
The Demon Scythe has not yet arrived.

The murderous aura that extinguished all life force made everyone feel cold all over, unable to move an inch.

At the critical moment.

A blood-stained sword light suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

The moment the sword light shattered.

The boy staggered to the ground, his white clothes turning completely red.

Despite this, he still managed to unleash the Azure Lotus Sword, which stretched for hundreds of meters, and forcefully sent the Demon Scythe flying back.

"A banished immortal!!"

The crowd gasped in astonishment, their eyes gleaming with ecstasy.

"Go...go quickly..."

Li Zhexian's voice was hoarse.

The power of spacetime around him flowed in disorder.

He tried to reconstruct the course of his injury.

However, when he fought against Bibi Dong and the King of Slaughter in their respective domains...

Time has become chaotic there.

Just like that section of the long river of time and space became turbid.

He cannot go back to the past.

He could barely stabilize his injuries, but his body was still too weak to continue.

“Immortal… don’t worry about us… you can definitely leave on your own…”

"Don't try to persuade me anymore."

Looking at Bibi Dong, the King of Slaughter, whose imposing aura soared to the heavens.

Li Zhexian turned his head, his gaze sweeping over his friends, a smile spreading across his pale, blood-stained face.

"A one-year promise..."

"I will definitely go."

Say it.

He looked at Zhu Zhuqing, who hadn't cried out or made a sound, her pretty face as still as the eternal night, and a trace of pity and pain flashed in his eyes.

"Zhuqing, don't do anything foolish."

Li Bai's voice was as light as the wind, yet every word was heavy:
"Believe me... I will definitely come back in a year."

"Tell Xue'er my message."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded, speaking slowly and deliberately:
"I'll wait for you for a year."

She did not continue.

But everyone present understood.

If Li Zhexian does not return within a year, she will never live alone.

Li Zhexian quietly clenched his fist in his sleeve.

He suddenly turned around.

I no longer look at those familiar faces.

With a flick of his sleeve.

A gentle yet powerful force surged forth.

They were sent a kilometer away.

Bibi Dong and the King of Slaughter have arrived with overwhelming malevolent energy.

Li Zhexian showed no fear whatsoever.

The fifth spirit ring beneath his feet shone with a chilling platinum light.

"Fifth Soul Skill - Vengeance."

He had never been so badly injured since the battle at the Papal Palace.

And this moment.

All the pain was transformed into the fuel for revenge, which then nourished the soul skills.

Behind Li Zhexian.

A blood-red Yazi, blotting out the sky and carrying a sword, stepped out...

(End of this chapter)