Douluo Continent: The Sword of Wine Sweeps Across the Sky, One Sword Opens the Heavens

Ning Rongrong snorted, her spoiled nature resurfacing: "If anything happens, I'll take responsibility. It has nothing to do with you!"

"Besides, with you and Guard Li with us, what could possibly happen?"

Zhang, the bodyguard, was helpless. He knew Ning Rongrong's personality well; once she made up her mind, no one could stop her.

He could only nod: "Alright, Miss Rongrong, I'll take you there right away."

"However, you must change into ordinary clothes and not reveal your identity."

"Okay, okay!"

Ning Rongrong waved her hand impatiently, turned around and quickly went back to her room to change her clothes.

Before long, she changed into an elegant light blue dress, removed the jewels from her head, and looked less arrogant and more delicate.

"Let's go, let's go!"

Ning Rongrong pulled Zhang, the guard, and quickly walked out of the courtyard, heading towards the Heavenly Battle Arena.

Throughout the journey, Xie Yunliu's image filled her mind, and she eagerly anticipated witnessing his battle firsthand.

Meanwhile, at the Heavenly Battle Arena, Battle Stage No. 3.

Xie Yunliu was standing on the stage, his aura calm and composed.

The two victories in the battle of souls made his sword skills more and more proficient, and his tacit understanding of sword and wine as one also improved a lot.

The soul power within his body remained stable at level 20, but it was more refined than before.

His third opponent has already stepped onto the stage.

He was a young man dressed in black with a cold and stern face. His martial soul was a slender dagger, and his three soul rings, yellow, yellow, and purple, lit up in turn.

He was none other than a level 31 Soul Master!

He was eleven levels higher than Xie Yunliu, and was also the strongest opponent he had encountered today.

The stands were already packed with people, and cheers rose and fell.

"Drunken Sword! Drunken Sword! Drunken Sword!"

The shouts were deafening; everyone was cheering for Xie Yunliu.

After his overwhelming victories in the first two games, he has become the focus of the entire arena.

"My god! My opponent in the third match is a level 31 Soul Master!"

"An eleven-level gap? That's too big! Drunken Sword is probably going to lose this time."

"It's hard to say! He won the previous two matches against teams of higher level, so maybe he can create a miracle this time too!"

"A level 31 Soul Master! He even has one more Soul Ring than him! The difference in strength is too great. I bet the Soul Master will win!"

In the VIP section, Qian Renxue remained seated, her gaze fixed on Xie Yunliu, her interest growing ever stronger.

"A Soul Master at level 31, an eleven-level difference—this is something that can't be overcome by simply jumping levels."

His guard whispered, "Your Highness, no matter how powerful this young man is, I'm afraid he will have a hard time winning. After all, there is a fundamental difference between a Soul Master and a Great Soul Master."

Qian Renxue shook her head, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Not necessarily."

"His swordsmanship is unpredictable; the effects of alcohol amplify his sword intent, and his composure far surpasses that of other Soul Masters his age."

"Maybe he can surprise me."

On the battle stage, the young man in black looked at Xie Yunliu with a cold killing intent in his eyes.

"Drunken Swordsman? He's just a lucky brat."

"You think you're so great just because you beat two trash players in the first two games?"

"Today, I'll show you that the gap between a Soul Master and a Great Soul Master is insurmountable!"

Xie Yunliu did not respond, and slowly drew his Ink Shadow Sword.

This time, he didn't rush to make a move. Instead, he raised his hand, opened the Drunken Flowing Clouds wine pot at his waist, and took a big gulp of the pale golden liquid.

The wine went down my throat, and a warm feeling instantly swept over my whole body.

A strong aroma of alcohol erupted from his body, merging with the sword intent.

His sword intent surged, becoming even more ferocious than before, and his aura grew increasingly powerful.

The Ink Shadow Sword trembled slightly, and its sword cry resounded throughout the entire arena.

"Drunken Sword Third Form: Sword Drunken Mountains and Rivers"

Xie Yunliu spoke softly, his voice calm, yet carrying an air of arrogance that looked down upon the world.

Before he finished speaking, he moved swiftly, transforming into a streak of green, and charged towards the young man in black.

The Ink Shadow Sword drew a streak of pitch-black light, the light carrying a strong aroma of alcohol, like a mountain and river overflowing, unstoppable.

The young man in black's expression hardened; he dared not be careless.

Third Soul Skill Instantly Activated: Shadow Assassination!

The purple ring lit up, and his figure instantly became ethereal, dodging Xie Yunliu's attack like a ghost. At the same time, the dagger in his hand, carrying a chilling killing intent, stabbed towards Xie Yunliu's back.

This attack was swift, ruthless, and extremely well-concealed; ordinary people would never have noticed it.

In the audience, everyone held their breath, sweating for Xie Yunliu.

Xie Yunliu's eyes were sharp, and he had already noticed the attack from behind.

With a light spin of his feet, he quickly turned around and swept the Ink Shadow Sword horizontally.

The sword flashed, accurately blocking the dagger's attack.

"clang!!!"

A crisp metallic clang rang out, and sparks flew everywhere.

A powerful force emanated from the dagger, causing Xie Yunliu to stagger back slightly, yet he remained firmly standing.

A hint of surprise flashed in the young man's eyes.

He hadn't expected that Xie Yunliu would be able to detect his sneak attack and block it so easily.

"You have some skill, but unfortunately, it's not enough!"

The young man in black snorted coldly and activated his first and second soul skills simultaneously!

"Dagger Assault"

"Highly poisonous dagger"

Huang Huang's two spirit rings lit up simultaneously, and a faint layer of black poisonous mist appeared on the dagger as it frantically stabbed towards Xie Yunliu.

The daggers flashed with astonishing speed, and countless dagger shadows covered all of Xie Yunliu's escape routes.

Xie Yunliu's eyes turned cold, and his soul power surged wildly within his body.

The effects of alcohol and swordsmanship merged completely, making his movements even more agile.

In his hands, the Ink Shadow Sword seemed alive, slicing out sharp streaks of sword light.

"Ding ding ding!!!!"

The sound of dense metal clanging was incessant.

Xie Yunliu responded calmly, his sword always in front of him, blocking all attacks.

His figure moved through the shadows of daggers as if strolling in a garden, without the slightest panic.

The more the young man in black fought, the more frightened he became.

He had used all his strength, but he still couldn't hurt Xie Yunliu in the slightest.

On the contrary, Xie Yunliu's sword light became increasingly sharp, and the oppressive feeling brought by the alcohol also became stronger.

His soul power was being rapidly depleted, and his movements gradually slowed down.

Xie Yunliu seized the opportunity, flashed, and appeared behind the young man in black.

With a gentle flick of the Ink Shadow Sword, the blade grazed his neck, leaving a shallow wound, just like in the previous match.

You lost.

Xie Yunliu's voice came from behind, calm and undisturbed.

The young man in black froze, then slowly turned around.

Looking at the Ink Shadow Sword in Xie Yunliu's hand, the cold killing intent on his face was instantly replaced by fear.

He knew he had lost, lost utterly.

A level 20 Great Soul Master actually defeated a level 31 Soul Venerable; this is simply unbelievable.

"I...I give up."

The young man in black gritted his teeth, his tone full of resentment and helplessness.

The entire room fell silent.

A few seconds later, the audience erupted in even louder cheers and shouts than before.

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