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

Chapter 432 I am the Supreme God-King, and I will personally sweep away the calamities of the divine realm with my sword.
"Two years in the mortal realm, two days in the divine realm..."

Eastern Divine Realm.

Sword Master Temple.

The figure of Li Zhexian quietly appeared.

The instant he appeared.

An aura of supreme god-king, capable of shaking the universe, surged out almost uncontrollably.

With a slight thought, he forcefully suppressed that overwhelming aura.

The gods are currently busy building defenses for the divine realm.

There's no need to alarm everyone.

"The realm of gods..."

The Silver Dragon King landed lightly on Li Zhexian's shoulder, gazing at the dim and chaotic divine realm before him, his tone complex and difficult to decipher.

"Unexpectedly, even a powerful realm like the God Realm must face such a calamity."

"All things have their own way; when things reach their peak, they must decline. This cycle repeats itself, which is the natural order."

Li Zhexian stood with his hands behind his back.

Looking out at the devastated Eastern Divine Realm, ravaged by a meteor shower.

With his current level of attainment.

They could already clearly sense the surging, abnormal energy in the void of the divine realm.

This is not a normal fluctuation.

Rather, it is a clear sign that some unimaginable energy is approaching.

This foreshadows that a spacetime storm is not far off.

"You are here to reshape your divine body. At present, there is no suitable divine position for you in the divine realm. Once the storm of time and space subsides, I will make plans for you."

"Thank you, brother."

The Silver Dragon King affectionately touched his cheek with his dragon horn.

It then transformed into a streak of silver light.

They disappeared into the depths of the temple.

Sword light flashed in Li Zhexian's eyes as he cleaved through the void before him and stepped into it.

The center of the divine world.

Of the 108 pillars of psychic power that were almost completely destroyed, only one has managed to stand up with great difficulty.

And the energy stored in this root.

It's a world of difference compared to what it used to be.

All the gods looked tired and their divine power was waning.

Especially the auxiliary deities, all of them were pale-faced and their divine power was almost exhausted.

"The gap is too big..."

Gazing at that dimly lit pillar, sighs echoed endlessly.

"Three thousand gods worked tirelessly for two whole days and nights, and only managed to barely complete one!"

"The energy levels are far lower than before!"

The atmosphere was so heavy it was suffocating.

Ji Dong, Shan Liang, and Xiu Luo sat down to meditate and recuperate due to the depletion of their divine power.

Only the God of Destruction, disregarding his own exhaustion, continued to pour divine power into the second pillar of psychic energy.

The goddess of life stood behind Him, and a thin, emerald-green radiance, like a gentle stream, continuously showered upon the god of destruction.

"Ugh……"

See this scene.

The gods could only shake their heads in disappointment.

Seeing the atmosphere growing increasingly somber, Ji Dong was about to speak up to boost morale.

"Ang~~~"

Suddenly, a vast, mournful whale cry echoed from the east.

The gods immediately looked over.

Then a translucent whale formed from celestial brew, carrying the fragrance of wine that permeates the universe, swam toward the central hub of the divine realm.

Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuqing's beautiful eyes lit up.

"The immortal has returned!"

The gods were also invigorated by this.

"The Sword Master God King has emerged from seclusion?!"

That giant whale seemed capable of traversing space.

The whale fin swayed gently.

It activates the stars in the heavens.

In the blink of an eye, it was already suspended above the heads of the gods.

Boom boom!

Boom boom!

The giant whale collapsed with a deafening roar.

It transformed into a rain of celestial wine.

The wine rained down on me.

The gods felt their depleted divine power begin to recover, and their waning sea of ​​consciousness regained its vitality.

Li Bai, the immortal poet, drifted down from the pouring rain.

Gazing at the white-robed youth so close yet a blurry figure in their divine sense, all the gods felt an indescribable pressure bearing down on them.

"The Sword Lord God King has become even stronger!"

Poseidon exclaimed in amazement:
"Indeed, there are no overlapping titles!"

"The Sword Master's combat prowess is unparalleled in the God Realm, and the Wine Master's auxiliary abilities can even rejuvenate the gods."

As the somber atmosphere brightened again, Ji Dong and the Asura God appeared before the young man and asked with a smile:
"Sword Master, how was your seclusion this time?"

Li Bai knew this in his heart.

Ji Dong asked this question in order to take this opportunity to restore the gods' confidence.

He smiled and said:
"A great harvest has been made; the crisis in the divine realm has a chance to be resolved." "Oh?!"

Ji Dong narrowed his eyes.

He had been thinking...

Li Zhexian gave a vague reply, and by stabilizing the morale of the troops, he had already achieved his goal.

But I didn't expect it.

The latter's answer was surprisingly confident.

In this divine realm, you could hear a pin drop in an instant.

A multitude of gazes, a mixture of excitement, agitation, and doubt, were focused on the young man in white.

It's normal for some deities to have doubts.

Such a definitive response.

It's actually hard to believe.

The Asura God stared at Li Zhexian, a glint of light flashing in his scarlet eyes.

Zheng!
The eyes of the three heads were wide open in anger, revealing their divine bodies and their divine power was like that of a prison.

The Asura Demon Sword was unsheathed with a fierce roar.

"Sword rises to slay the heavens!"

He started with the Seven Deadly Assassins of Asura.

A crimson sword aura that stretched across the Milky Way soared into the sky.

Wherever you go.

Space was torn apart like a piece of cloth.

Several stars were struck by the sword energy and cut in two.

The sharpness of that judgmental authority caused the gods to feel a stinging pain in their bodies and a surge of fear within them.

And under their horrified gazes.

This scarlet sword light.

He slashed down at Li Zhexian.

The demonic sword has not yet arrived.

The pressure of the sword had already caused his hair to fly wildly.

however.

Li Zhexian didn't even flinch.

Until the very last moment before the crimson sword light touched his brow.

He then slowly raised his right hand.

It seems slow.

But it left behind streaks of afterimages.

They came in front of him and pinched his fingers together.

clang!
A metallic clang echoed through the air.

Before the Azure Lotus Sword, the Asura Demon Sword, hailed as the number one killing weapon in the divine realm, was actually held firmly between two fingers by Li Zhexian, hovering just inches from his forehead.

The tip of the sword trembled incessantly.

But it could not advance even an inch further.

The killing sword energy gradually dissipated between his fingers.

The gods' gazes were frozen, staring in astonishment at this scene that defied all comprehension.

To withstand a super artifact with one's bare body...

Do not!
With just two fingers, he effortlessly suppressed the super artifact!
What an unprecedented physical body this is!

Even if the Dragon God were alive, he would probably find it difficult to reach this level!

The four god-kings, Ji Dong, Kindness, Destruction, and Life, were all awestruck by the white-robed immortal Li Zhexian.

Especially those who personally experienced the destruction and loss of life caused by the Dragon God.

They were certain.

Even the Dragon God at his peak.

It is absolutely impossible to achieve such a level.

"incredible……"

The Asura God's three pairs of pupils contracted to needle size.

Boom boom!

Boom boom!

Crimson demonic flames erupted from His body, like a sea of ​​blood surging back, and His hair danced in the air.

A surge of violent divine power swept through, causing the muscles in his arms to bulge and his purple veins to throb wildly.

however.

No matter how much divine power He burns.

The Asura Demon Sword, held between two fingers, seemed to be cast into spacetime, remaining completely still.

"I……"

Li Zhexian spoke slowly.

His left pupil gradually turned a deep silver, while his right pupil turned gilded.

The dragon's roar shook the universe.

Silver and golden light emanated from behind him.

Transformed into the forms of the Silver Dragon King and the Golden Dragon King, they stretched across the Milky Way for tens of thousands of kilometers.

The Azure Lotus Sword and the Clear Spring Wine Pot hung in front of him, each with ten soul rings filled with divinity rising up.

A supreme aura, surpassing even the gods, swept across the land, causing the entire divine realm to tremble.

"To be the Supreme God-King."

His calm yet majestic voice resounded in the ears of the gods.

"I will personally quell the calamities of the divine realm with my sword."

(End of this chapter)