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

Chapter 377 The Haotian Sect Attacks, Qian Renxue and the Six Elders Arrive Together, the One-Year Agreement is Overturned
The year has passed.

Tian Dou City was deserted as everyone flocked to it.

From the moment dawn broke, countless people, holding flowers, spontaneously flocked to the majestic statue standing in Tiandou Square.

Wealthy merchants drove carriages laden with exotic flowers and plants, while poor families carefully gathered bunches of wildflowers from the mountains and fields.

Although it is not expensive, it is meticulously maintained.

On a snowy night, the emperor removed his dragon robe and, accompanied by the royal family and civil and military officials, blended into the crowd in simple white clothes.

They can't forget...

Why did that boy who once amazed an era fall from grace?

His talent surpassed that of his contemporaries, and his future seemed destined for godhood. Yet, in order to protect countless mortals, he resolutely wielded his sword against the gods.

until that day.

Only then did they believe that there really were people willing to die for the sake of these myriad lights in every home.

on the square.

The crowds flowed silently.

Gradually, the base of the statue was surrounded by layers of bouquets.

Suppressed sobs began to rise from the crowd.

Li Zhexian's friends all arrived dressed in their finest attire, forcing smiles on their faces, unwilling to break their promise.

But whenever my gaze falls upon the serene face of that statue, I feel an uncontrollable throbbing pain in my heart.

A year ago, they made a pact, hoping that no one would be absent today.

At that time, everyone imagined that they might die on the battlefield.

But what I didn't expect was...

The one who fell was none other than Li Zhexian, the strongest among them.

He sacrificed his own life to ensure everyone's safety.

Chen Xin, Dugu Bo, Feng Bailong, Ning Fengzhi and others stood quietly at the forefront of the surging crowd, looking up at the boy's face that was faintly visible in the sandalwood mist, and felt their eyes sting with tears.

The storyteller stood silently before the table.

He clutched the gavel that he hadn't yet struck.

The entire city, in a silent roar, awaits the unfinished promise, awaits the white-clad youth who may never appear.

The sun is rising.

The initial expectations, over time, have settled into a kind of almost solidified sorrow.

Flowers were piled up like mountains.

The rich fragrance was mixed with grief.

The sobs had now merged into a continuous chorus of weeping.

And just as this sorrow reached its peak...

The northern horizon.

A terrifying aura, heavy as a mountain, and like a tangible thick cloud, pressed down relentlessly.

The light of day immediately dimmed.

Chen Xin suddenly looked up.

Those eyes, which held so much sorrow, now flashed with a cold light.

His white robes fluttered without wind, and an extremely cold sword intent soared into the sky, tearing the heavy pressure that enveloped him to shreds.

"The Haotian Sect... dares to choose today!"

Dugu Bo's voice was hoarse, his crimson pupils shrank to pinpoints, and a faint, fishy wind swirled around him. Above his head, the ten-headed serpent king, stretching for thousands of meters, was faintly visible.

The white dragon disappeared into the wind.

Yu Yuanzhen and the First Marquis soared into the air.

The immense soul power of the group erupted suddenly, condensing into an invisible wall of energy that blocked their path, making it difficult for the Haotian Sect's titled members to advance any further.

"I used to think that Haotian Sect bullied the weak and feared the strong."

"Now we see that shamelessness is the true nature of the Haotian Sect."

Dugu Bo stood atop the snake's head, his expression gloomy:

"Tang Xiao, Tang Hao, do you really think that I, Dugu Bo, would not dare to slaughter the Haotian clan today?

Tang Xiao's gaze was deep and serious as he slowly swept over Chen Xin, Dugu Bo, and the others, who were filled with murderous intent.

Then I looked down...

The majestic statue was surrounded by a sea of ​​flowers, and the incense offerings were so thick that they seemed to condense into clouds.

Fourth Elder Tang Yuan stepped forward.

A deep, resonant sound echoed throughout the city.
"We also feel regret that Li Bai, the banished immortal, has fallen for his country!"

"But I hope that all the people know that my Haotian Sect has been rooted in the Tiandou territory for a thousand years, and has always shared the glory and disgrace of the empire!"

"The Haotian Sect's reputation as the number one sect in the world also adds to the prestige of the Heavenly Dou Sect!"

"a year ago……"

"The Tang Chen Ancestor of the Haotian Sect was killed by Li Zhexian because his mind was corrupted!"

"Ancestor Tang Chen is an unparalleled powerhouse in the Heavenly Dou Empire. Although Li Zhexian has made great contributions to the country, his massacre of a pillar of the nation is still controversial. Whether to erect a statue of him for worship needs further consideration!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Third Elder, Tang Cang, continued in a deep voice that echoed far and wide:
"Heaven has dealt a blow to the people, please rest assured!"

"Now, the Haotian Sect has Xiaotian and Haotian in charge!"

"Even if Li Zhexian perishes, Haotian Sect will surely protect the Tiandou Mountains and Rivers, and will be more stable and peaceful than ever before!"

"Well said!"

On the southern horizon, soul power surged into waves, revealing two proud figures.

The blond youth in the lead crossed his arms.

A blue-haired man walked silently beside him, his gaze as calm as the deep sea.

"A new generation replaces the old. Since Li Zhexian has fallen, in order to ensure the future stability of Tiandou, it is only right to support a new generation of guardians."

"Li Zhexian...slaughtered powerful figures of his own country and is not worthy of having his statue erected and being worshipped."

"The idea of ​​him being the greatest genius of all time is utter nonsense."

"I will let you see my brother Tang San when he returns from the deep sea..."

"What is the appearance of a deity!"

"Who dares to bark here!"

Yu Tianheng took a step into the air, and his Soul Douluo aura suddenly erupted. He, along with Feng Xiaotian, Huo Wushuang, and Feng Buyu, soared into the air.

"A defeated foe, a stray dog, dares to mention the name of the banished immortal?"

Yu Tianheng sneered:
"To utter the words 'Li Zhexian' from your mouth is an insult!"

Two months ago, the two were evenly matched.

Then came another war.

Yu Tianheng won by one move.

The wind is silent, and black silk covers the eyes.

The sword intent of wind, as substantial as a physical object, swirled around the green blade.

He was no longer just bluffing; now his mind was open, and he could perceive all things.

"Without the immortal, any Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to call themselves an unparalleled genius."

He pointed his fingers like a sword, directly at Dai Mubai.

"Dare you withstand ten of my sword strikes?"

"Within ten sword strikes, I will surely slay you!"

Huo Wushuang and Feng Xiaotian's soul power surged, their killing intent chilling.

Dai Mubai narrowed his evil eyes, just about to respond.

below.

The crowd surged like a tide.

Suddenly, a furious curse rang out:

"Does the Clear Sky Sect even deserve to call itself the number one sect in the world? Where were you when the Martial Soul Empire was pressing in?"

"Decades ago, they avoided the Spirit Hall; a few years ago, they hid from Lord Jianjiu. They're cowards who cower in fear, not even as good as the turtles in the Jinxi River!"

"You lot dare to speak ill of Lord Sword and Wine? Bah!"

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

The people's curses soared to the heavens:

"The Heavenly Battle has no need for the Haotian Sect! Anyone who dares to touch the statue of Lord Sword and Wine, I... I'll kill their mother!"

"The mighty heavens are but a bunch of good-for-nothings, their battle spirits broken by hammers and weak by knives; they bend before the strong and fall before the powerful, only daring to bully the weak and howl!"

"Go ahead and try. Even the old, weak, women, and children have the same will to slay gods as Lord Jianjiu. They are not afraid of your Haotian Sect!"

Foul words are like knives, each one piercing the heart.

The Haotian Sect members, led by Tang Xiao, all had ashen faces.

They ultimately underestimated the young man's standing in the hearts of the people of Tiandou.

"How dare you slander the Haotian Sect!"

Tang Cang was furious, and his Haotian Hammer crashed down into the void, the thunderous roar silencing all other noises.

Boom boom boom boom——

Boom boom boom boom——

The power of the account ban spread like wildfire.

Chen Xin, Dugu Bo, and the others revealed their soul rings, and their killing intent suddenly arose.

Tang Xiao and Tang Hao stepped forward, cracks appearing in their spirit rings, their auras rising wildly, and a battle was about to erupt.

Right now.

A blood-gold divine sword fell like a meteor, fiercely piercing between the two opposing sides!
An aura of unparalleled power emanated from it.

This forced everyone to stagger backward.

The mist of soul power gradually dissipated.

Qian Renxue flapped her blood-red wings, her beautiful face filled with chilling coldness, and six retainers lined up behind her.

　I'll update with seven more types of celestial wines tomorrow!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)