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

Chapter 37 That's it? That's it? Evil Fire? Li Zhexian's ultimate mockery.

The next day.

7 p.m.

The arena was bustling with noise and extremely crowded.

While the audience was debating how many sword strikes it would take to defeat the "Scrap Turkey".

At the entrance to the Arena.

Suddenly, a chorus of exclamations erupted.

One after another, eyes were drawn to it.

A mother and daughter, exuding an air of elegance and aloofness, entered gracefully, surrounded by numerous powerful Soul Masters.

"This is... the Ye family of the Nine-Heart Begonia?!"

"That's the head of the Ye family?! Even she's here today!"

The gasps of surprise had not yet subsided.

The audience around the entrance looked as if they had seen a ghost, standing up in terror and trying to escape as if fleeing.

The people behind were confused, but waited until they saw who it was...

An elderly man in a gray robe slowly stepped in. He was tall and thin, with white hair and beard, and his eyes gleamed with a faint green light.

The Battle Arena is a blood-soaked, malevolent place.

But the chilling aura emanating from the old man actually overwhelmed the years of bloodshed and violence in the arena.

Some audience members were chattering and sweating profusely.

"This...this is...Poison Douluo Dugu Bo!"

"How could a Title Douluo-level being condescend to come to the Soul Arena?!"

"Don't tell me even Dugu Bo came to see Jianjiu!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

The audience was still reeling from the shock.

Several Soul Masters dressed in the uniforms of the Royal Guard strode ahead to clear the way.

Then, Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, with a gentle smile on his lips, stepped in.

The audience was overwhelmed by the successive arrivals of important figures.

The Soul Arena is such a bloody place.

In the past, even if these important figures came, they would usually hide their whereabouts.

But today, they all appeared together as if they had made a pact.

"That's it now! They definitely didn't come to see Jianjiu!"

"It makes sense for the Ye family to recruit talent, but His Highness the Crown Prince and His Majesty the Poison Douluo... no matter how amazing Jian Jiu is, I'm afraid they won't catch their eye, right?"

The clamor from the stands drifted faintly into Xue Qinghe's ears.

Her eyes flashed, she turned to Dugu Bo, and bowed:
"Senior Dugu, is your refined taste today perhaps also for the sake of swords and wine?"

"Ok?"

Dugu Bohua raised a long, white eyebrow.

He was a shrewd and experienced man, and he knew exactly what Xue Qinghe was up to. He glanced at the latter with slight surprise and followed up on the conversation:
"I heard that a promising swordsman has emerged here, who bears a resemblance to Chen Xin back in the day, so I came here to take a look."

"I presume Patriarch Ye feels the same way?"

Mother Ye's gaze shifted, and she nodded, saying:

"What Your Majesty, the Poison Douluo, says is absolutely right."

"Sword Wine... Our Ye family certainly values ​​it highly."

The audience stared blankly as these important figures steered the conversation toward "sword and wine" in just a few words.

The scene had an indescribable eeriness about it.

Like...

It seems like they're deliberately creating hype for Jianjiu.

After the Ye family, Dugu Bo, and Crown Prince Xue Qinghe entered the VIP room upstairs one after another.

The audience gradually recovered from their shock.

Time quietly slipped to eight o'clock.

The temperature inside the arena seemed to rise as well.

Countless anxious gazes were cast toward the entrance to the arena, their eyes filled with longing.

In the front row, Yu Feng was pale, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.

"Sword Wine, please cripple him for me!"

Oslo curled his lip.

"You said back then that Sword Wine had nothing."

"Now you're pinning your hopes for revenge on them?"

Yu Feng felt a tightness in his chest, opened his mouth, and said dejectedly:

"I was blind, okay!"

On the other side of the stands.

Zhao Wuji crossed his arms and listened to the enthusiastic praise for the sword wine around him, then grinned disdainfully.

What is "Sword Wine"?

"Aren't any of the seven Shrek monsters better than this damn sword and wine?"

As a teacher who watched the Shrek Seven Devils grow up.

Zhao Wuji had blind confidence in the Shrek Seven Devils.

"teacher……"

A simply dressed middle-aged man stood to the side and said solemnly:
"Don't underestimate this person."

"He did indeed defeat Yu Tianheng with a single sword strike back then."

Zhao Wuji waved his hand dismissively:
"Qin Ming, don't worry."

"The little monster who came from Shrek Academy can't lose."

Qin Ming opened his mouth.

But it was too late to persuade them further.

Because two figures had already appeared on the arena.

8pm.

The host, not daring to delay, immediately announced the start of the battle.

A deafening roar, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing into the sky, nearly ripped the dome of the arena from the sky.

Jianjiu wore a simple white robe and stood tall and straight like a bamboo.

From a distance of more than ten meters, Ma Hongjun rubbed his chin, looking the white-robed swordsman opposite him up and down.

"You're that Sword Wine guy?"

Listening to the fierce, wave-like shouts.

A smile of interest appeared on his chubby face.

"You're really popular in the Imperial City Arena."

"Hey, tell me, what kind of expressions will these idiots cheering for you have when I beat you?"

Before Li Zhexian could respond.

He suddenly lowered his voice and asked, "What's your relationship with Zhu Zhuqing?"

"Ok?"

Li Zhexian's eyes flashed.

Noticing this subtle reaction, Ma Hongjun cracked his knuckles and squinted, saying:
"So you do know Zhu Zhuqing."

"Then don't even think about leaving the ring unscathed today."

Bang——! ! !
The moment the words fell.

The air on the ring suddenly distorted.

A loud phoenix cry erupted from Ma Hongjun's body.

A surge of purple evil fire instantly engulfed his entire body, as if turning the entire arena into a furnace.

The audience in the front row were forced to retreat repeatedly by the scorching heat wave that hit them.

A bright yellow spirit ring rose from beneath his feet.

"First Soul Skill - Phoenix Fire Line!"

Despite his arrogant words, Ma Hongjun was extremely cautious and chose to test the waters with his first soul skill.

A torrent of purple demonic fire, like a raging waterfall, poured down on Li Zhexian's head.

Under the incredulous gaze of the entire audience.

The white-robed swordsman seemed to be stunned by the fiery waterfall, standing still without moving.

He allowed the torrent of purple flames to engulf him.

boom--!
The purple evil fire exploded.

A blazing purple fireball appeared on the arena.

Dead!

The entire arena fell into a deathly silence!

Even Ma Hongjun himself was stunned for a moment, then burst into wild laughter.

"Hahahaha!"

"What kind of bullshit sword wine is this!"

"You couldn't even withstand my first soul skill!"

He was extremely confident.

It was engulfed by the phoenix's evil flames.

Even a level 40 Soul Master would be skinned alive!

This swordsman is doomed!

offstage.

Yu Feng and Oslo are unbelievable.

He swept away Yu Tianheng's sword and wine with a single sword strike, and he lost so easily?

Zhao Wuji's voice boomed like a bell, and he laughed triumphantly.

"have a look!"

"What did I tell you!"

"This so-called sword wine is no match for Fatty!"

Qin Ming frowned, looking at the purple fireball on the arena with a puzzled expression.

In stark contrast to the heavy, deathly silence in the audience.

Inside the VIP box.

"Yanyan, don't worry, the immortal is alright."

Dugu Bo comforted his anxious granddaughter beside him, a strange light flashing in his emerald green eyes.

"This kid is a prodigy."

"Why can't these scorching flames harm him in the slightest?"

"Ok?"

Dugu Bo's perception was incredibly sharp.

The next second, a look of surprise and doubt appeared on his old face.

"wrong!"

"Not only can't it be hurt!"

"A banished immortal... actually actively absorbs the energy of the flames?!"

The other two VIP boxes.

Ye's mother was weaker, and her situation was like looking at flowers through fog, unable to see clearly.

The shock of the porcupine and the snake spear was no less than that of Dugu Bo.

"What's wrong with this kid?!"

"He doesn't have a fire-attribute martial soul!"

"Why can it absorb flames?!"

On the ring.
The purple fireball did not explode and spread as usual.
Instead... it's contracting strangely.

It was as if we were being greedily devoured by an invisible giant mouth.

This scene.

Everyone noticed that something was wrong.

Just as the purple flames were about to die out.

A figure in pure white strolled out, stepping on the lingering flames.

He flicked away the sparks dancing on his clothes with his finger, and the purple afterglow adorned each strand of his jet-black hair, as if he were wearing a ribbon of flowing purple flames.

Under the fervent gazes that seemed to almost materialize.

Li Zhexian slowly raised his eyes.

Behind the faceless mask, two gazes sharper than sword blades were fixed on Ma Hongjun's fat face, which was stiff with extreme shock.

The air freezes.

You can hear the needle drop.

A flat, emotionless voice rang out:

"That's it?"

The brief, suffocating pause felt like an invisible hammer blow to everyone's hearts.

"That's it?"

The second sound, carrying a hint of doubt as if confirming something, was more jarring than the sharpest mockery.

Then, the voice suddenly rose a notch, but it exploded like thunder, carrying an extreme contempt that crushed all pride, and crashed down:
"Evil fire—"

"That's it?!"

There will be another chapter this afternoon.

Dear readers, this humble author wants to try and climb the monthly ticket rankings (whispering)...

It will increase exposure...

The young author bows deeply...

Thank you, dear readers. Take a nap when you have time...

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