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

Chapter 41 Fierce Bloodbath! Li Zhexian in Crisis (Bonus Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)
Zhao Wuji stood in the pouring rain.

The icy rain seeped through his raincoat and streamed freely down his rugged, expressionless face.

The small courtyard in front of me trembled like a trapped beast in the rainy night.

Like the panting of prey before its death.

“I brought Ma Hongjun to Tiandou City.”

"His current disability and death are my dereliction of duty as his teacher."

"Tonight..."

"Your teacher is here to avenge you."

Without the slightest hesitation or softness.

As the murmur ended, he sprang up and shot towards the window of the house like a cannonball.

His already muscular arms suddenly swelled, the muscles bulging like a giant python coiling around them, and a scorching heat rose up, turning the surrounding rain into white vapor.

The oppressive aura of a level 76 Battle Soul Saint erupted suddenly.

Behind him, a three-meter-tall, golden phantom of a bear roared to the sky.

Zhao Wuji swung his arm in a wide arc, bringing with him an overwhelming force, and punched the house hard.

Before the punch even landed, the violent wind from the punch had already torn through the rain curtain, making the entire house sway precariously.

boom--! ! !
The fist landed.

The houses shattered like fragile cardboard.

The force of the punch had not yet dissipated, and it smashed a deep pit several meters in diameter into the flat ground beneath the house foundation.

If anyone is inside, there is absolutely no chance of survival.

"call……"

Zhao Wuji let out a long breath.

He may seem rough, but he is actually quite thoughtful.

His gaze swept over the ruins before him, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

Even if Li Zhexian were smashed into a pulp.

Even after being washed away by the heavy rain, there should be some scattered bloodstains seeping out.

However, there was not a trace of scarlet in sight.

His brows furrowed.

I took a step forward, wanting to examine it more closely.

Right now!

A cold, star-like blade of light silently and fiercely slashed down from behind him!

The hairs on Zhao Wuji's back stood on end instantly!

In the rush, he only had time to block with his arm!
"The Three Swords' Splendor: Yao Guang!"

Li Zhexian, who should have perished in the ruins, unexpectedly appeared behind Zhao Wuji.

The Azure Lotus Sword in his hand shimmered with starlight, carrying an extreme sharpness capable of tearing everything apart, and slashed at Zhao Wuji's hastily raised arm.

Tsk-!
The soul power only lasted for a few breaths before it was cut open.

In an instant, the flesh rolled back, revealing the bone, and scalding blood splattered with the rain.

"Well……"

Zhao Wuji grunted and staggered back two steps.

Once he had stood firm, his eyes widened as he stared intently at the blurry white figure a few meters away.

The midnight downpour greatly reduced visibility.

Only the longsword, gleaming with a cold light, stood out starkly in the rain.

"you……"

A sharp pain shot through his arm, and Zhao Wuji's expression changed slightly.

He raised his injured arm and discovered that a faint bluish light was attached to the wound.

Like a poison clinging to the bone, it hinders the healing of flesh and blood.

"Li Zhexian..."

Zhao Wuji chewed on the name in a deep voice, his killing intent so thick it was almost overflowing.

terrible!
He, a level 76 Battle Soul Saint, was actually injured by a junior!
Even if they gained an unexpected advantage, it would still be a pipe dream!
"today……"

"Li Zhexian must die."

"If he doesn't die, I will be the one to die in the future."

"They might even take their anger out on Shrek."

The cold rain soaked through Li Zhexian's white robe.

Strands of hair clung to her forehead, and water droplets rolled down her cheeks.

He gripped the Azure Lotus Sword tightly, his chilling gaze piercing through the rain, locking onto Zhao Wuji a few meters away.

"Old thing..."

Fortunately, he had eaten and drunk too much today and had difficulty falling asleep.

So I enjoyed the rain and drank alone in a tent under the courtyard wall.

In fact, he had already quietly disappeared the moment Zhao Wuji stepped into the courtyard.

That's right.

Li Zhexian originally intended to hide.

A swordsman should have an indomitable will.

But that was when the difference in strength wasn't insurmountable.

How could he, a thirteen-year-old boy, be allowed to directly confront Immovable King Zhao Wuji?

That's not fearlessness!
That's foolish!
But he didn't expect it.

After smashing the house, Zhao Wuji did not leave.

This old man, though rough around the edges, was actually quite meticulous; he insisted on confirming the manner of his death.

With this all options available, the only recourse is to strike first.

A myriad of thoughts flashed through my mind.

Li Zhexian grabbed the Qingquan wine pot from his waist, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp.

The bluish-red spirit wine, mixed with rainwater, flowed down his chin.

As if sensing its master's resolve, the Azure Lotus Sword emitted a chilling hum. Amidst the vast rain curtain.

Two figures, two killing intents as solid as tangible energy, clashed from a distance.

Suddenly.

Li Zhexian moved.

The twelve blue lotuses engraved on the sword suddenly bloomed, spewing out thick, magma-like crimson flames.

The flowing flames instantly enveloped the sword, spreading out a blazing tail of flames several meters long.

The intense heat clashed violently with the icy rain, producing a piercing hissing sound and sending up even thicker white steam.

Whoosh-!
A white shadow tore through the rain curtain, swift as a startled swan!
In the blink of an eye, he had already darted to within a few meters of Zhao Wuji!

Li Zhexian slightly bent his knees, then suddenly straightened them, his body shooting up several meters into the sky like an arrow released from a bow!

He gripped the crimson sword tightly with both hands and raised it high above his head!
"Second Soul Skill - Three Swords of Splendor!"

"Azure Lotus Sword Song, Second Form - Yin-Yang Blazing Sword!"

Amidst the shouts.

A rich purple soul ring suddenly enveloped the sword.

The already incredibly sharp Crimson Flame Sword's power surged once more.

The torrential rain all around seemed to be repelled by an invisible force, turning into swirling, escaping white mist.

Li Bai, the banished immortal, displayed a fierce and ruthless demeanor, as if he were splitting Mount Hua in two.

He ruthlessly chopped down on Zhao Wuji's head.

"Li Zhexian, you have extraordinary talent, but you are still too green."

Zhao Wuji stepped down with his right foot.

The ground trembled three times.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black!

Seven spirit rings rose from beneath his feet, their immense spirit power erupting like a volcano!
The second spirit ring glowed yellow, while the fifth spirit ring shone with a breathtakingly dark light.

His palms swelled to the size of millstones, and thick, golden hair burst through the skin, covering his palms.

"Second Soul Skill - Mighty Vajra Palm!"

"Fifth Soul Skill - Raging Bear's Fury!"

Facing the crimson sword that cleaved down from the sky.

Zhao Wuji's hand, which had transformed into the paw of a giant bear, unleashed a devastating force.

Wherever the palm strike passed, the air compressed and collapsed, emitting a deafening roar as it was unable to withstand the pressure.

Boom boom boom boom——! ! !
Sword and palm clashed fiercely.

A terrifying energy ripple spread outwards from the two of them.

The crimson flames were slammed into the ground by the immense force, scattering and crashing into the rain curtain, turning into billowing steam that surged for hundreds of meters in all directions.

When Li Bai was short of money, he chose this remote place.

Therefore, with such a large commotion and the heavy rain covering it up, no one has yet discovered this fierce battle in the rainy night.

The sword transmitted a force as great as a mountain.

Li Zhexian's tiger's mouth split open, and he almost dropped his sword.

"Kid, try practicing again in your next life!"

A fierce glint appeared in Zhao Wuji's eyes.

His soul power surged, and the strength of his bear paw increased by three times.

Om-!
The Azure Lotus Sword was violently bounced back by the immense force and slammed into Li Zhexian's chest.

"puff--!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood into the vast white mist.

Li Zhexian flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, even faster than when he came.

It crashed into the wall and collapsed with a loud bang.

His figure was buried under bricks and rubble.

A sinister smile appeared on Zhao Wuji's face. He waved his hand to clear away the white mist that was obscuring his vision and strode toward the ruins where Li Zhexian was buried.

Why do I feel so uneasy...?

The Crown Prince's bedroom.

Xue Qinghe, dressed in a pale yellow coat, walked to the window with a furrowed brow.

hula-

open the window.

The sudden gust of wind and rain blew off her outer garment.

She bent down to pick it up, but her fingertips touched a protruding corner of the stone brick, and blood immediately welled up.

Dugu Mansion.

Dugu Yan reads by lamplight late into the night.

She neither studied cultivation nor delved into poison techniques.

Instead, they were seriously learning soup-making techniques.

"The soup I made for my younger brother, the 'Immortal', yesterday seems to be a little undercooked."

"Next time I invite him, I'll definitely be able to make an even better soup."

Ye Mansion.

Ye Lingling lay on her side on the bed.

She looked out the window at the wind and rain raging outside.

She was thinking about what Li Zhexian had said to her during the day.

“You don’t need to please anyone, including your mother…”

A slight smile appeared on Ye Lingling's lips.

I drifted off to sleep.

A desolate and messy courtyard.

Zhao Wuji kicked away the broken bricks and tiles...

(End of this chapter)