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

Chapter 404 The Heavenly Ridge Martial Arts Tournament Begins! Feng Bailong's Swordsmanship
After comprehending the essence of the mortal sword.

Li Zhexian then mentally rehearsed the eleventh sword strike.

The sword intent of the mortal world encompasses everything, including all aspects of human life, emotions, and desires.

He often pondered this.

In this vast world, what kind of power can transcend the mortal realm?
"Time stretches back to the beginning, and the mortal world is vast; all of this is to construct the supreme laws governing this human realm."

Even gods rise and fall in the long river of time, and their past traces are carried by the mortal world.

"The eleventh sword..."

Li Zhexian opened his eyes, and the power of time caused the plum blossoms to bloom and wither, and the worldly realm evolved into the joys and sorrows of all living beings.

Is it space?

He raised his hand and pointed his index finger at the empty space in front of him.

hum!
Where the fingertips land.

The space could not withstand the ultimate annihilation force and shattered like glass.

In the world of Douluo Continent, the breaking of space is unheard of, but he has done it now.

In the sea of ​​knowledge.

Tianmeng and the two emperors, Bing and Xue, were both horrified when they witnessed this scene.

"With a single finger, he shattered space; the swordsmanship of this immortal has reached a level beyond our comprehension!"

"Space must submit to my sword intent."

"As for that elusive and ethereal power of cause and effect..."

With a slight thought, Li Zhexian was immediately surrounded by auspicious clouds, a phenomenon that naturally materialized from the extreme concentration of auspicious energy.

“I am blessed with such auspiciousness.”

"Everything that happens must be to my advantage; cause and effect have no effect on me."

"so……"

What exactly is the eleventh sword strike?

"Immortal, time to eat!"

While Li Zhexian was deep in thought.

A gentle call came from the direction of the kitchen.

Several delicate side dishes were placed on the stone table in the courtyard.

Qian Renxue handed the bamboo chopsticks to Li Zhexian, her eyes crinkling as she asked:

"How's it going? Any leads?"

Li Zhexian smiled helplessly.

"Still shrouded in mystery."

"Not urgent."

Qian Renxue picked up a piece of Li Zhexian's favorite dish and put it in his bowl.

"With your talent, you'll have a sudden flash of inspiration and everything will become clear."

Li Zhexian nodded with a smile.

The two ate and chatted.

"My soul power has reached the peak of level 98, and I am only one step away from level 99."

"Some time ago, the senior who taught me the art of brewing told me that when I break through to the next level, it will be the time for me to ascend to immortality."

A solemn expression appeared on Qian Renxue's exquisite face.

She knew about the karmic burden of the soul beast that Li Zhexian carried.

"Alright, I will go to the realm of gods with you then."

Li Zhexian took a sip of tea and smiled:
"We really need to reach the God Realm before Zhu Qing and the others."

"That's good. Let's scout ahead for them and familiarize them with the environment of the God Realm."

He paused slightly, then continued:
"However, before ascending, one can participate in the Heavenly Ridge Martial Arts Tournament organized by the seniors."

Three hundred miles east of Tiandou City.

The former site of the Haotian Sect—the Cloud Recesses.

The continuous mountain ranges are all cut in half, forming smooth, mirror-like sections that reflect the sky and earth in the clouds, resembling a bright lake suspended in the air.

This was done by Li Zhexian with a single sword strike.

It not only severed the mountains, but also ended the lineage of the Haotian Sect.

And today.

This place has once again come to life.

The Tianji Martial Arts Tournament is restarted here.

On each severed mountain peak stood a towering figure, a super Douluo with a soul power exceeding level ninety-five.

They are separated by a sea of ​​clouds, gazing at each other from afar.

A series of powerful auras intertwined and collided among the mountains, making the Soul Saints and Soul Douluos watching the battle almost suffocate.

A thousand streams stand atop the central peak, their sounds echoing clearly in everyone's ears:

"Thank you all for your kind invitation. I will preside over this year's Tianji Martial Arts Tournament."

"The participants in this martial arts tournament are as follows: Level 98 Golden Crocodile, Level 98 Chen Xin, Level 98 Dugu Bo... Level 97 Yu Yuanzhen, Level 95 Feng Bailong."

Each name is pronounced.

The corresponding mountain peaks then erupted with a soaring momentum.

The entire Cloud Recesses trembled under the rising and falling pillars of light. Dugu Bo stood on the clouds, his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering as he stood atop the ten-headed crimson-green serpent emperor that coiled around the mountain peaks.

"My old friends and I know very well that this generation, compared to previous generations, has no peerless experts."

"As for the word 'invincible,' it is indeed an understatement."

"But this martial arts competition is intended to open a new chapter on the continent."

"May the souls of our continent prosper forever."

The powerful figures watching the battle nodded excitedly, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Just at this time.

A sword light slashed through the sky and landed on a secluded peak.

"Senior Dugu is right, I am late."

Li Zhexian arrived gracefully, carrying with him a thousand feet of snow.

The young man in white appeared as soon as he did.

The powerful figures who had been standing solemnly all smiled and cupped their hands in unison.

The Soul Masters watching below bowed in unison.

The events that occurred at sea have already been reported back to Tian Dou.

Who doesn't know...

Sword and Wine Douluo defeated Ocean Invincible with a single sword strike, and even slew a god with his sword.

Strictly speaking.

This generation is not without its peerless experts.

The white-robed youth before them was an existence far surpassing all others.

However, if he were to personally participate, the outcome of the martial arts competition would be decided.

The arrival of Li Zhexian.

This made the atmosphere of this place even more solemn and intense.

After all, this Heavenly Ridge Martial Arts Tournament was conducted under the gaze of a god-level powerhouse, destined to leave a significant mark on history.

Li Zhexian saw the soul master holding the pen.

Thoughts moved slightly.

A wisp of sword energy transformed into a glassy barrier, enveloping it and lifting it to the center of the battlefield.

It is truly remarkable that a Soul Master has survived to this day.

Now there is a barrier.

Finally, I can safely record this epic battle.

"Thank you, Master Jianjiu!"

The Soul Master cried out in gratitude, then buried himself in writing, his ink flying everywhere.

"Exiled Immortal..."

Qian Daoliu gazed at the white-clad youth from afar, offering a smile and greeting.

Li Zhexian nodded slightly, pointed his fingers like a sword, and made a sweeping motion in the air.

Zheng!
The sword's cry, like a thunderclap in spring, heralded the official start of the Heavenly Ridge Martial Arts Tournament.

Boom boom boom!

Boom boom boom!

A series of powerful auras erupted, and figures flashed like lightning.

in a blink.

Several powerful individuals had already exchanged dozens of blows, their energy bursting forth like a shower of stars.

On a side peak.

The demon seeks Qianjun.

Among the many powerful individuals today, they are aware that their strength is slightly inferior.

And just as the thought arose in his mind...

The swirling winds suddenly condensed into countless sword shadows, slashing towards him.

"Hahahaha, I am Feng Bailong!"

The attack came too fast, faster than the demon could react.

The spirit ring beneath his feet had just begun to glow, and before he could even raise the Panlong Staff, the sword light had already slashed down in front of him.

Just before the sword light made contact with the Panlong Staff, it suddenly shattered and transformed into a burst of wind energy.

He was violently thrown away, stick and all.

When Jiangmo, clutching his aching chest, staggered to his feet, he was shocked to find that he had been thrown out of the battlefield by the wind.

"Wind White Dragon!"

He pointed to the distant mountain peaks, roaring through gritted teeth, his voice filled with resentment and anger:
"You're fucking cunning!"

Feng Bailong smiled faintly, and his figure disappeared again, drifting into the flowing wind.

Who cares!
This is his way of the sword!
In this martial arts competition, he wasn't aiming for invincibility; he just wanted to have a good time!
We'll take down as many as we can!
　Let me explain the arrangement of this book.
　　The author won't continue with the same plot; there will be two more episodes about Li Zhexian in the divine realm later on.

　　And, as promised to our readers, each character will have an ending.

　　So there will be several biographical chapters later on. (Chen Xin, Feng Bailong, Bibi Dong, the storyteller, etc. Feel free to give the author any good suggestions!)

　　It's expected to end in early December, so there's still over a month to go.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)