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

Chapter 525 Huo Yuhao, you're just being wicked! I'm talking to your mother, who do you think you are, daring to interrupt?
Just as many powerful figures were fleeing.

An indescribable pressure descended.

below.

From the scorched earth and ruins of the mountains and rivers, strange noises suddenly emanated…

Wow!

Wow!

At first, it was slight, like the waves lapping against the shore.

The sound immediately amplified and drew closer, transforming into the sound of a viscous liquid surging.

at the same time.

A strong, nauseating stench of blood rose into the air.

Then I saw it somewhere in the void.

It seemed to be corroded and rotted by this bloody smell.

Crimson cracks slowly appeared.

A thick, scarlet wave burst forth from the depths of the crack.

Wherever you go.

The charred rocks were swallowed up.

The fractured ridge was covered.

Even the remaining half of the mountain peak was swallowed up by the ever-rising crimson in a matter of breaths.

As far as the eye can see.

The entire collapsed mountain range was filled with an endless sea of ​​blood.

The surface of the sea of ​​blood.

Occasionally, pale skeletons or eerie shadows would surface, with overwhelming resentment rising and falling within them.

And in the middle of a sea of ​​blood.

A slender figure draped in a red dress gradually materialized.

behind her.

Another burly man appeared.

Get a clear look at these two people...

The powerful figures who had already fled the battlefield all gasped in shock.

"Zhongli Wu, the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult! And... Ye Xishui, the Supreme Leader of the Cult!"

"A level 98 Super Douluo and a level 99 Limit Douluo! Is the Holy Spirit Cult about to start a final battle?!"

"Ye Xishui has been silent for many years, and she was already a Limit Douluo decades ago. It is said that her Death God Tower has even touched the threshold of a level 10 soul tool!"

"So, who is stronger, Ye Xishui or Huo Yuhao?"

"Mr. Mu..."

Xuanzi knew some of the things that happened to Mu En back then.

He worried that seeing old friends again would aggravate his physical condition due to the emotional turmoil.

"It doesn't matter."

Moon raised his hand and spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Ye Xishui, how have you been?"

A sea of ​​blood surged.

Ye Xishui stood atop the waves, her bright red robes fluttering in the wind.

She flicked her finger.

A beam of blood-red light entered Long Xiaoyao's body from a distance.

The latter's expression returned slightly.

Only then did she raise her eyes.

"Brother Mu."

Ye Xishui's voice was devoid of emotion.

"you're old."

Moon remained silent.

His gaze lingered on the palpable aura of blood emanating from Ye Xishui.

"You're still as charming as ever..."

He paused, his sigh tinged with weariness and regret at the loss of what he had experienced.

"...but she is no longer the Ye Xishui I knew."

The wind seemed to have died down.

Everyone present held their breath, their gazes silently shifting between the red dress amidst the sea of ​​blood, the black robe amidst the ruins, and the old man in the wheelchair.

Mu En, Long Xiaoyao, Ye Xishui... These three, who once stood side by side at the pinnacle of the continent, must have had a past that few people know about.

It was that past event that caused former best friends to go their separate ways.

now.

That complicated story will be slowly revealed in just a few words.

Just as the atmosphere became somber.

Thumbs up!

Thumbs up!

The sound of the liquor going down the throat suddenly rang out.

A series of astonished and surprised gazes turned towards the sound.

The white-robed youth, surrounded by Shrek Academy warriors, was seen drinking deeply.

"This……"

Many people looked at each other, speechless for a moment.

With these three ultimate powerhouses gathered, a tense moment is about to unfold as the past and present collide.

Such behavior.

That's far too unserious.

however.

This is also true.

This allowed Mu En to pull himself out of his old sorrow. He took a deep breath, cupped his hands in greeting to Li Zhexian, and his gaze immediately regained its clarity and sharpness.

"Ye Xishui, what is your intention today?"

Ye Xishui shifted her gaze away from Li Zhexian.

Everyone present.

Even Huo Yuhao.

She could also glimpse the extent of his soul power.

The only exception was the young man in white who was drinking; his demeanor was ordinary, as if he were just an mortal.

However, in this situation and circumstance.

Ordinary in itself.

That is the greatest extraordinary thing.

"Deities cannot interfere in the mortal realm."

Ye Xishui rejected the absurd guess, her red lips parted slightly, and she said:
"Our sect's chief elder has challenged someone to a duel. What's wrong with me and the sect leader personally attending to watch?"

The words just fell.

Huo Yuhao's soul power surged powerfully.

Its power and influence were immense.

This caused the sea of ​​blood below to churn restlessly.

"Hiding and cowering is also called watching the battle?"

He stepped forward and said coldly:
"Or is it that hiding one's true intentions and revealing one's true intentions is a characteristic of the Holy Spirit Cult?"

Faced with the pressure from the two powerful figures of the Holy Spirit Cult.

Huo Yuhao showed no fear, his posture remaining as tough and domineering as when he fought the Dark Holy Dragon.

"Sure enough, a hero comes from a boy."

Ye Xishui's lips curled up, and she said:
"Huo Yuhao, is that right?"

“Given my past friendship with your teacher Moon, you don’t need to be so hostile towards me.”

She paused slightly as she spoke.

"Or……"

"You have a natural aversion to evil spirit masters?"

Huo Yuhao didn't even think about it.

"The evil spirit master deserves to die."

last life.

He clashed with the Holy Spirit Church several times.

I have witnessed far too many twisted and ferocious evil spirit masters.

Ye Xishui laughed, a soft laugh that clearly reached everyone's ears.

"In your opinion, all evil spirit masters deserve to die."

"But who has ever truly investigated whether every evil spirit master is born evil?"

"Of them, eight or nine out of ten are pitiful people."

"It was only after experiencing unimaginable suffering, injustice, and despair that he was driven to the brink of despair and his mind became twisted."

"They embarked on a path of no return in the eyes of the world."

Ye Xishui's voice was soft and lingering.

The sound of the blood waves crashing together created a strange and eerie rhythm.

These words.

It caused many people's expressions to change.

Some people looked thoughtful, some frowned, and some shook their heads and sighed.

Li Zhexian swallowed the wine in his mouth and looked at Huo Yuhao with great interest.

He wanted to see.

Faced with such sophistry that confuses good and evil, how will Huo Yuhao, whom he has trained, react?

Huo Yuhao looked at Ye Xishui's seemingly sorrowful and grief-stricken expression.

His smile grew wider and wider.

"Ah……"

The laughter started softly, but quickly grew more and more unrestrained, exploding in the bloody air.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Evil is evil. Why put on a cloak of 'pity' and stand on the graves of the so-called 'weak' to cheer them on?"

His gaze was like a knife, piercing straight at Ye Xishui.

"When you drain the blood of civilians, massacre city after city, and turn living people into puppets..."

"Have you ever, for even a moment, recalled the injustices you've suffered?!"

"Have you ever had a single thought of pity for the despair that others are experiencing?!"

"A group of self-deceiving and depraved people, using suffering as an excuse, commit all the worst evils in the world!"

"If hell truly exists in this world, you should all be condemned to eternal damnation there, tormented and repenting amidst the flames of karma!"

Behind Huo Yuhao.

The void trembled violently.

A myriad of dazzling golden lights outline and depict.

"And what I'm going to do is send you to hell."

"You brat, you're so arrogant!"

Zhongli Wu could no longer contain himself, took a step forward, and angrily pointed and roared.

Huo Yuhao looked indifferently at Zhongli Wu.

behind him.

The space is peeled back layer by layer.

It revealed a single, towering, golden vertical pupil.

“I’m talking to your mother, who do you think you are to interrupt me…”

(End of this chapter)