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

Chapter 39 The Tragic Ma Hongjun, Li Zhexian's Ruthlessness
"Blazing Sword Slays the Evil Phoenix!"

The Azure Lotus Sword trailed a crimson tail of flame several meters long.

Extreme sharpness, combined with blazing crimson flames, and amplified by the beauty of the Three Swords—this sword has already glimpsed half of the Jade Capital.

Li Zhexian brandishes his sword.

Facing the raging fire rain.

It pointed directly at Ma Hongjun in mid-air.

There was no earth-shattering roar.

There was only a faint, yet soul-chilling, hissing sound.

Like the sharpest, hottest blade, slicing through thick paper soaked in grease.

The Azure Lotus Sword, burning with crimson flames, seemed to ignore the rain of fire.

Where the sword's edge passes—

puff--!
puff--!
puff--!
Each drop of fire rained down like a burst bubble.

Before it could even explode, it was silently annihilated by the extreme sharpness and heat the instant it touched the sword's edge.

The fiery rain turned into wisps of green smoke, which were then instantly devoured by the crimson flames that entwined the sword.

The crimson sword light continued its relentless advance.

Straight through the sky, locking onto Ma Hongjun.

Ma Hongjun's anger and arrogance froze, and fear welled up in his eyes for the first time.

He frantically flapped his phoenix wings, trying to rise higher and escape.

But it's too late!

Li Zhexian's sword is incredibly fast!

A flash of red light!
puff-

A dull yet clear piercing sound.

The sound echoed in the silent arena after the fire rain had died down.

One of the phoenix fire wings, along with half of its arm, was severed in an instant.

The fiery wings shattered into countless sparks, burning the blood splattered in the air.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

Ma Hongjun fell onto the ring, his only remaining hand clutching his severed arm.

The broken end was still smoking, and veins bulged on his forehead as he let out a heart-wrenching scream.

And Li Zhexian's Blazing Sword.

Even after beheading Ma Hongjun, it still carried a terrifying residual power.

boom--!
The Blazing Sword landed heavily on the arena.

It left behind a sword mark that was several feet deep and only an inch wide, with edges that resembled molten glass.

The sword mark started from Li Zhexian's feet, tearing its way to the edge of the arena, emitting wisps of blue smoke.

Although the sword's edge did not touch the soul power shield.

But the residual energy that dissipated caused the shield to groan under the strain.

Some areas that had previously shown cracks shattered like glass, the fragments turning into specks of light and dissipating.

The heat wave surged out like a burst dam, and the audience in front felt the hot wind hitting their faces, stinging their skin, and making their hair frizzy.

The seats were overturned, leaving a mess.

After a brief period of unrest.

Whether they were spectators or acquaintances in the VIP boxes, everyone held their breath, watching the scene frozen on the stage:
The white-clad swordsman stood holding his sword, the flames on the blade gradually extinguishing.

Ma Hongjun clutched his severed arm, rolling on the ground and screaming in agony.

A sword.

The outcome is decided immediately.

"Hongjun, admit defeat!"

Below the stage, Zhao Wuji roared hoarsely and desperately.

If he hadn't been stopped by the Soul Masters in the Soul Arena, he would have rushed onto the arena long ago.

I heard Zhao Wuji's voice.

Ma Hongjun's pale lips trembled as he was about to speak.

laugh--

A sword aura suddenly swept across.

They cut off his lips and teeth.

The excruciating pain nearly caused Ma Hongjun to faint.

Upon witnessing such a bloody scene, everyone froze, staring in shock at the cold-blooded white-robed swordsman.

"Ok?"

Dugu Bo frowned.

"What is that 'Immortal' kid up to?"

Dugu Yan quickly said:

"Grandpa, this fat turkey is accompanied by his master, so you must protect my immortal brother."

Dugu Bo nodded.

"rest assured."

The other two VIP boxes.

Ye's mother had already instructed her staff to keep a close eye on the arena.

The Porcupine Douluo had disappeared from Xue Qinghe's side at some point.

In the arena.

Ma Hongjun's right arm was severed at the shoulder, half of his body was covered in blood, his fat face was a bloody mess, and half of his gums were exposed.

He was in so much pain that his whole body was convulsing. He wanted to give up, but could only let out muffled whimpers.

Under a barrage of shocked or horrified gazes.

Li Zhexian walked step by step toward Ma Hongjun.

"You vicious brat!"

"you dare!"

offstage.

Zhao Wuji finally couldn't hold back any longer.

She flung Qin Ming away from her grasp.

He roared, and his powerful level 76 soul force surged forth, sending several soul masters flying in the arena.

He made a move as if he was about to pounce onto the ring.

Whizzing--

Several figures suddenly appeared.

He stood in front of Zhao Wuji.

"Disputes among the younger generation should not be interfered with bystanders."

"piss off!"

Zhao Wuji flew into a rage and threw a punch.

He only managed to fight one of them to a standstill, and was instead shaken and forced to stagger backward.

Seeing this, Dugu Bo and the Porcupine Douluo, who were hiding in the shadows, withdrew their gathered soul power.

"you……"

Zhao Wuji swept his gaze across the white-robed swordsman on the arena, his tiger-like eyes bloodshot, and roared hoarsely:

"Boy!"

"If you dare to harm Ma Hongjun even a little bit, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

In the arena.

Li Zhexian ignored Zhao Wuji's threats.

He walked up to Ma Hongjun and looked down at the disheveled figure lying in a pool of blood.

Fear filled Ma Hongjun's eyes. He dragged his mangled body and crawled desperately on the ground, trying to get away from the executioner.

"A beast like you, consumed by lust."

"Only by making you wish you were dead can I atone for some of the evil you have done."

The girls whom Ma Hongjun vented his lust on were all innocent commoners.

According to Yu Xiaogang and Flander, they voluntarily became friends with Ma Hongjun and even dated like normal couples.

Ah……

In a fantasy world where strength reigns supreme.

How can ordinary people truly act voluntarily when facing Soul Masters?

How could I dare to make choices based on my own whims?
Ma Hongjun possesses the Evil Fire Phoenix Martial Soul, a top-tier beast martial soul.

How could an untrained commoner girl endure his torment?

Reality is far more cruel than the original novel.

Their fate and end can be easily imagined.

"This matter originally had nothing to do with me."

"But since you've provoked me, I'm going to do something about it."

"I only ask to be true to my sword, my heart, and my conscience."

Li Zhexian raised his sword and pointed it.

A chilling sword aura swept towards Ma Hongjun's groin.

"The debts of sin must be repaid with the debts of sin."

"Since we can't control the root of evil and lust, we'll cut it off today."

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

Ma Hongjun threw his head back and screamed in agony, the veins in his neck throbbing like earthworms, and his eyes bulging with bloodshot veins like spider webs.

"Hongjun!"

"You deserve to die, kid!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes were bloodshot with rage, and he tried to charge again, but was stopped by the Ye family guards.

Li Zhexian didn't even glance at Zhao Wuji.

He seemed oblivious to the deafening cheers of the audience.

Under countless fervent, adoring gazes, he stepped off the stage.

When passing through the back-end channel.

He paused, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over a shadowy corner.

There, a hunched figure in a green robe was trembling with excitement, frantically writing something on a wooden board with a charcoal pencil.

A flash of golden light appeared between his fingers.

A gold coin, with a soft whistling sound, nestled precisely into the storyteller's lapel.

You'd better praise me properly tomorrow.

The storyteller suddenly looked up.

All I could see was a figure in pure white disappearing into the end of the passage.

"Today's grand occasion will surely be known throughout Tiandou tomorrow!"

The storyteller excitedly put away the gold coins and the record board.

They quickly disappeared into the crowd.

(End of this chapter)