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

Chapter 359 Clash of Gods, Continent Trembles, Divine Butterfly Pleads, Angels Die
The blue lotus sword brand on Li Zhexian's forehead burned like a pulsating, blood-red star.

Crimson divine flames rose from his body, scorching and distorting the surrounding space.

Zheng——!
A clear, resonant sword cry echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

behind him.

A vast and boundless sea of ​​blood suddenly appeared.

This is the ultimate phenomenon triggered by the burning of his physical body and soul power.

In the boundless sea of ​​blood, the light and shadow of every sword strike Li Zhexian unleashed since the age of six—from his first glimpse of a sword, his first grasp of a sword, his first battle with a sword… all the way to his becoming an unparalleled powerhouse.

"Destiny will pass away."

Li Zhexian's calm voice echoed across the vast天地 (heaven and earth).

He slowly extended the Azure Lotus Sword from his hand.

This action was accompanied by...

The myriad sword shadows reflected in the sea of ​​blood resonated at this moment, converging and slashing down at the same point.

It was as if all the sword techniques of the past were being forged into this ultimate sword strike.

A sword light, purely condensed from the laws of "Ending" and "Rebirth," transformed into a bridge of sword energy spanning the heavens and the earth.

Wherever the sword energy passed, space was not torn apart, but all things returned to silence, turning into the most primordial chaotic energy.

On both sides of the sky, boiling crimson clouds surged, carving out an eternal black ravine.

Bibi Dong's expression changed drastically again after being terrified by this sword strike.

"How dare ants defy the gods!"

She screamed shrilly.

The Rakshasa Demon Scythe in his hand erupted with a ghostly purple light that devoured everything, and the tenth divine ring under his feet suddenly started to operate, attracting the most evil thoughts in the world.

She wielded the magic scythe.

It carved out a Rakshasa Kingdom teeming with countless vengeful spirits and curses, and fearlessly met the sword energy bridge that Li Zhexian had unleashed.

Cambridge and the Kingdom of God collided with a deafening roar high in the sky.

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The moment of collision.

The sound transcends the limits of hearing.

That was the groan of the entire Douluo Continent, unable to bear the burden any longer.

A chaotic vortex covering most of the continent was generated at the collision center, frantically devouring light, sound, soul power, and even space itself.

Boom boom boom boom—!
Boom boom boom boom—!
The shockwaves spread like ripples from the point of impact, reaching the entire continent.

Mountains shifted, rivers flowed backward, and the continental plates were forcibly shifted by an arc under the impact of this unimaginable divine force.

The sea boiled, and a tsunami roared toward the shore.

Starry Forest.

The beasts fled in terror, and the birds cried out in despair as they scattered.

The Lake of Life was boiling. Daming and Erming gazed at the horizon, and the chaotic energy that spread to the stars made them tremble.

"That sharp aura..."

"They must be brothers of the immortals!"

Erming suddenly dropped to the ground on all fours, his massive body leaping up to the top of the ancient tree, straining to look towards the center of chaos.

But the distance is just too far.

Nothing could be seen but a churning void.

"This aura is so powerful it sends shivers down my spine..."

A heavy look flashed across Da Ming's azure beast eyes.

"The Immortal Brothers have become so powerful? Then what kind of beings must their opponents be?"

"Roar--!"

Erming roared to the sky, pounding his chest with both fists, producing a dull, loud sound.

"Brother Zhexian has helped us many times, but now he is in a desperate battle, and we are unable to go and lend him a hand because of our soul beast forms!"

In the roar.

It leaped down from the treetop.

There was a "sizzle" sound.

The mottled bright red cloak was caught on a branch at one corner and torn with a snap.

Staring at the tattered cloth, Erming stood there, stunned.

This cloak.

It was a piece of cloth made from various families that Li Zhexian (the immortal) specially begged from the heavens and the people for him...

Starry Sky Palace.

The clanging sound of scales rubbing together echoed endlessly.

Those dark golden dragon eyes suddenly opened, a hint of surprise flashing across them.

"God War?"

"On the Douluo Continent, there are actually two gods clashing?"

"The aura of one of them..."

"Yeah ah!"

at this time.

The three-eyed golden lion suddenly let out a series of urgent and uneasy sobs.

Di Tian looked in the direction of the sound. He saw that the divine light of ice and fire on the wings of the divine butterfly had dimmed by nearly half, and it lay languidly on the ground, its breath weak.

"Um?!"

A dark golden dragon breath swept through the underground palace, carrying with it a vast amount of heaven and earth energy, continuously flowing into the divine butterfly's body.

"The divine butterfly's fate is intertwined with that human boy's... Its strange behavior now... Could it be..."

The words have not yet fallen.

The divine butterfly struggled and wobbled as it took flight.

A clear yet weak cry, tinged with pleading, rang out in the hall:
"Brother Di Tian...please...save Li Zhe Xian..."

In Tiandou City.

The once bustling city is now shrouded in silence.

On the sky.

Chaos surged.

The streets and alleys, now in disarray due to the tremors, were shrouded in a dim light and shadow.

The people spontaneously took to the streets, facing the chaos that had spread from the border of Tiandou, closed their eyes, clasped their hands, and prayed devoutly.

Heroes are fighting and shedding blood for them.

All they could do was pray with the utmost devotion for the heroes' safe return.

Under the tea stall on the street corner.

A storyteller in a green robe stood against the wind.

His eyes welled up slightly.

This scene.

How familiar it is.

It feels like just a few years ago.

He awaited the return of Lord Jianjiu from Wuhun City, the sight of the entire city eagerly anticipating his return.

He clasped his hands together and solemnly bowed towards the sky.

Then turned around.

He walked slowly and deliberately towards home.

We've been living a comfortable life for too long.

The hardships of this continent have almost been forgotten.

perhaps……

It's time for his storytelling journey to resume.

He only hoped that when he returned to the city a year later, those dashing young men would come to keep their promise.

Wuhun City.

The top of the sacred mountain.

The angel statue, entangled by two Rakshasa demon statues, now had its light dimmed.

Qian Renxue sat cross-legged beneath the statue, attempting the eighth test of the gods, her mind sinking into an unknown haze.

Suddenly.

The color drained from her beautiful face, and an indescribable panic gripped her heart.

It's as if the most precious thing in life is slipping away at lightning speed.

"Xiangyu..."

"Where's Xiangyu...?"

She opened her eyes, her gaze trembling violently with tears.

The auspicious feather given to Li Zhexian not only conveyed their mutual warmth but also maintained her clear perception of him.

But just now.

That connection... is broken.

This was completely different from the time several years ago when Li Zhexian was on the verge of death in the Papal Palace.

Although it was weak at that time.

Yet warmth still emanates from it.

At this moment, all that remained in her chest was a suffocating coldness.

“Li…Li the Immortal…No…Impossible…”

Her slender hands clenched tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, and blood trickled down between her fingers, staining the white skin crimson.

at the same time.

The angel sword she was holding suddenly trembled.

A surge of immense divine power erupted.

She pulled out the blood-stained longsword.

Light pierced through the sacred mountain.

The angel's eighth test is now complete.

Qian Renxue didn't even have time to glance at the divine sword in her hand.

Angel wings suddenly unfolded behind her.

With a deathly pale face, she rushed toward the border of the Martial Soul Empire.

"Li Zhexian... I won't let anything happen to you... Please... don't leave me..."

(End of this chapter)