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

Chapter 161 Revealing the Martial Soul of Wine, Li Zhexian's Prodigy Talent (Bonus Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

The moment Li Zhexian's fourth soul ring was revealed.

A strong, fishy smell permeated the entire area.

A series of horrified gazes were fixed on the blood-soaked young man in white.

"The...fourth spirit ring?!"

"What kind of age limit is this?! Li Zhexian is too monstrous!"

"He single-handedly took on the golden generation and still held back! It's unbelievable!"

The Heavenly Dou City Soul Master raised his head from the pile of corpses, hastily wiped the dust from his face, and his fingertips trembled with excitement as he rapidly took notes.

"—Sword Master's fourth soul ring has appeared, a battlefield of carnage... All is silent!"

The atmosphere among the Shrek members was so oppressive it was suffocating.

Yu Xiaogang gave a bitter, self-deprecating smile.

He understands...

Why did that father of his not even deign to look at him properly?

It will protect Li Zhexian.

Such an astonishing talent.

An investment worth any price.

Dai Mubai clenched his fists, his arrogant eyes filled with a sense of defeat.

Li Zhexian's words, "I have never looked at you properly," were like a red-hot iron, searing his heart.

Tang San's body trembled slightly.

He looked at Xiao Wu, who was fighting a bloody battle, and his eyes welled up with indescribable pain.

"so……"

"So it's because Li Zhexian is stronger than me..."

"So that's why you chose to leave me..."

above the sky.

The chaotic battle between the seven titled Douluo suddenly came to a halt.

They all looked at the dazzling white figure on the crimson battlefield.

Dugu Bo and Yu Yuanzhen's eyes revealed surprise.

"A Soul Master! And it's another extraordinary Soul Ring!"

"Good good!"

Even the usually calm and collected Sword Douluo Chen Xin had a glint in his eyes.

Feng Bailong is the most practical.

Taking advantage of the moment when Bibi Dong and the other two were stunned and hesitant.

The old sword, hidden in its sheath, unleashed a tornado several meters long.

It slammed down hard on Chrysanthemum Douluo.

Caught off guard, Chrysanthemum Douluo staggered from the impact.

"you……!"

His face turned ashen as he glared at Feng Bailong.

I thought that this person, who possessed the demeanor of a grandmaster, would act with integrity.

Unexpectedly, during the fierce battle, they repeatedly used underhanded tactics.

"Li Zhexian..."

Bibi Dong's once beautiful face was now covered with crisscrossing, hideous purple patterns, and even one of her pupils was completely swallowed by the purple light, making her look like a demon or Rakshasa.

Killing intent!
An unprecedentedly pure killing intent!
It even surpassed the desire to obtain a 100,000-year soul ring, and grew wildly in her heart!

Boom boom——

Boom boom——

A vast and boundless soul force surged violently around her.

The breath is rising steadily.

It was about to break free from its constraints.

however.

A sudden, excruciating pain flared up from the purple lines on her face.

The rising momentum came to an abrupt halt.

"Damn Rakshasa..."

Bibi Dong squeezed out chilling words from her throat.

With a sudden flick of his sleeve.

"kill--!"

"today!"

"Li Zhexian must die!"

Seven figures soared into the sky once more, engaging in a fierce battle.

The terrifying collision of soul forces unleashed a world-ending tide.

The sky seemed about to be torn apart.

"Hahaha, you immortal! I knew you'd make a fortune after you left!"

Li Zhexian's friends saw his aura suddenly surge.

Despite being surrounded by formidable enemies, they couldn't help but cheer loudly.

clank--!
clank--!
Four sword-inspired azure lotuses rose into the air and circled around him.

Every time Li Zhexian swung his sword, the flash of the Azure Lotus Sword would inevitably bring forth a storm of blood and carnage.

The brutal strangulation continues.

A thick fog of blood filled the air, turning it a dark red.

The fierce battle has reached this point.

The importance of support-type Soul Masters is undeniable.

With the support of Ye Lingling's Nine-Heart Begonia and Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, two of the continent's top auxiliary martial souls, several academy teams gathered together and slowly advanced towards the mountain pass.

however……

The enemy came in an endless stream, like a tidal wave.

Ye Lingling's face was deathly pale, and the light from the glass pagoda above Ning Rongrong's head dimmed rapidly. The support soul masters from the other teams were already exhausted.

Although Bai Baoshan and other academy teachers fought desperately to hold off the powerful enemy, who was at the level of a Contra Douluo.

But the defenses are still slowly crumbling.

The number of injured is increasing.

"careful!"

Li Zhexian's mind raced.

The four Azure Lotus Swords, imbued with sword intent, transformed into streaks of light and shot out.

He narrowly escaped by standing in front of Yu Tianheng, Feng Xiaotian, Huo Wu, and Shui Bing'er, shielding them from a fatal blow.

"Thanks!"

Several more minutes passed.

Ning Rongrong was drenched in sweat, her soul power nearly exhausted.

Ye Lingling was also teetering on the brink of collapse, and the light of her healing was barely visible.

Battery life... gone!
Meanwhile, the Spirit Hall's Soul Masters continued to swarm in like locusts!

Clang——!
Li Zhexian was covered in blood.

He wielded the Azure Lotus Sword with the force of a raging storm.

It unleashed terrifying sword intent that tore through the air.

He was like a tireless killing machine.

The white clothes had long been soaked in the enemy's blood, turning dark red, and even the strands of hair hanging down by the temples were congealed with blood clots.

however.

Through the gap in the hair where that drop of blood was.

His eyes, however, shone as brightly as a lone star in a cold night.

Nothing can happen!

None of my friends can be hurt!

They were all trapped in this desperate situation because of their own selfishness!
A thousand words are stuck in my chest.

At this moment, the only option is to grip the sword tightly in my hand.

Li Zhexian's swordsmanship was faster and more ruthless than the last.

The fourth realm is Sword Heart Clarity.

This gave him a keen understanding of the dangers faced by each of his teammates.

They can arrive at the rescue point on time.

And just then.

A Soul Douluo suddenly broke free from Bai Baoshan's entanglement, and with a palm strike wrapped in insidious soul power, viciously struck Zhu Zhuqing's back.

Li Zhexian's four sword intents, like green lotuses, tightly entangled the four powerful enemies.

His longsword clashed fiercely with the enemy in front of him.

Between the lightning and the fire.

His left hand shot out like lightning.

He pulled Zhu Zhuqing into his arms.

At the same time, his right palm met the attack without any fancy moves.

boom--!
puff--!
Blood mist spewed from Li Zhexian's mouth.

"Excommunicate the Immortal!"

Heart-wrenching screams echoed across the battlefield.

Li Zhexian's lips were stained with blood.

The blood he spat out splattered onto his fourth spirit ring.

The wisps of blood that were already wrapped around the spirit ring seemed to come alive and slowly spread.

hum-

The Azure Lotus Sword in his hand emitted a low, mournful groan.

On the sword, there were twelve blue lotus imprints, three of which had turned blood red.

Li Zhexian's face was pale.

He watched as his companions charged towards him recklessly.

His blood-stained hand slowly rose and clenched tightly into the void!
A rich, mellow aroma of wine that is so intense it seems to linger.

It suddenly spread.

It even briefly overshadowed the bloody smell of the battlefield.

Under a barrage of utterly shocked gazes.

A wine pot with a jade-like luster appeared out of thin air in Li Zhexian's palm.

On the body of the teapot.

It is imprinted with patterns such as starlight trails, green snake totems, gentle breezes and thunder.

Li Bai, the banished immortal, tilted his head back and drank wildly.

The fragrant wine mixed with blood was swallowed.

"The Wine Martial Soul is a support-type Martial Soul!"

"Of course!"

"It can not only assist oneself!"

The clear spring wine pot in his palm.

Suddenly, a mysterious aura unique to martial spirit erupted.

this moment.

Li Zhexian's long-hidden second martial spirit—the martial spirit of wine.

Finally, amidst the fervor of the masses, it was revealed...

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