Chapter 58: Li Zhexian's Third Spirit Ring and Spirit Bone – Twelve Sword Feathers-Douluo: Imortal Exilado Desce ao Mundo, Espada de Vinho Mata Deuses(Xianxian Jianjia)

Li Zhexian feared that probing any further would alert the entity, and quietly withdrew his gaze.

Deep within the bottom of the cliff, the murderous intent grew increasingly oppressive. The piercing chill of the ferocious aura suspended in the air felt like being cast into an ice cellar for Li Zhexian, who lay upon the ground.

Yet, the numerous soul beasts still held their ground.

Pair after pair of greedy, violent beastly eyes remained locked onto the wondrous little tree growing from the cliff face.

They were all waiting for the little tree to bloom and bear fruit...

Time slipped away quietly amidst the increasingly heavy breathing of the soul beasts.

Finally!

A wisp of elusive, delicate fragrance drifted outward.

The sole flower bud on the tip of the little tree's branch cracked open, revealing a petal as crystal-clear as jade.

The divine tree was about to ripen!

In this very instant!

All the suppressed ferocity erupted in a thunderous roar!

Roar—!

Earth-shattering beastly roars tore through the dead silence.

The bottom of the cliff transformed into a boiling tide of beasts.

Soul beasts surged forward like a breached flood, crazily hurling themselves at the cliff face.

The earth shook violently, and boulders tumbled down like rain.

Li Zhexian's expression changed drastically.

Gigantic hooves the size of millstones, carrying a foul wind, crashed down fiercely.

He survived by a hair's breadth within the narrow gaps, executing a series of awkward, agile leaps to distance himself from the charging path of the soul beasts.

Fortunately!

In the eyes of all the soul beasts, only that little tree remained.

They had no time to spare a glance for him, a mere insignificant human.

Holding his breath, Li Zhexian witnessed a slaughter far more primitive and blood-soaked than any battle between soul masters.

The Blood-Toothed Fiend Tiger was engulfed in swirling crimson hostility, its massive jaws snapping shut to clamp down upon a silvery-white centipede; with a cross-grind of its sharp teeth, silver-white bodily fluids and shattered carapace splattered everywhere.

The enormous body of the Golden Python-Boa coiled violently, dragging several millennium-level soul beasts into its coils; bone-chilling, teeth-grating cracks exploded forth, filling the air with a bloody mist.

High in the air, a Unicorn with blood-stained wings was locked in combat with a golden-winged giant hawk; holiness was completely gone, leaving only tragic brutality.

In the span of just a few breaths!

Before even reaching the cliff face!

Over a dozen soul beasts had already been reduced to broken limbs and severed remains, staining the base of the cliff with blood.

The remaining ferocious beasts finally rushed to the base of the cliff, about to pounce upon the miraculous little tree that was on the verge of complete maturation.

The Dragon-Headed Sword Falcon stood proudly upon a high vantage point.

A pair of dragon-like pupils looked down indifferently upon the blood-streaked soul beasts below, a trace of humanized mockery flashing within them.

It finally made its move.

Swish—

The twelve sword-feathers suspended behind its head suddenly detached from its body.

Twelve fierce beams of sword light, carrying powers of different elemental attributes, burst through the air, enclosing every single soul beasts that had rushed close to the cliff face.

Every sword-feather was linked by spiritual energy, faintly forming a sword formation; an inescapable doom had already been forged.

It intended to wipe out all the soul beasts in one fell swoop!

The trapped soul beasts uttered furious roars, charging frantically against those twelve fierce beams of sword light.

Boom—!

The giant net of sword light vibrated violently, on the verge of shattering.

The Dragon-Headed Sword Falcon spread its wings; its massive body, spanning nearly ten meters, transformed into a bolt of lightning as it fiercely plunged into the sword formation.

The moment it entered the formation, the situation mutated once more.

The figure of the Dragon-Headed Sword Falcon suddenly blurred, fracturing into several afterimages.

Behind each afterimage, the phantom of a sword-feather radiating a different elemental attribute condensed.

Within the realm of the sword formation!

Sword qi crisscrossed in an instant!

Sword lights of various attributes poured down like a violent storm!

The speed reached the ultimate extreme, weaving into a brilliant net of death!

The peerless, sharp force ran amok and slashed wildly within it!

Only the shrill screeches of the soul beasts pierced through the sword net.

Crimson blood oozed out in streams along the edges of the confined space.

Li Zhexian's handsome face was as grave as water.

This Dragon-Headed Sword Falcon was simply outrageously powerful.

As expected of a rare beast tainted by the aura of a deity.

With millennium-level cultivation, it had fiercely ambushed and slaughtered a host of powerful soul beasts.

Watching the flitting, executing falcon shadows within the sword formation, as well as the rampaging elemental sword lights among them, a trace of confusion flashed in Li Zhexian's eyes.

"Dragon-Headed Sword Falcon..."

"Whose divine aura has it actually touched?"

"Why is it capable of wielding the power of so many attributes simultaneously?"

"Dragon-Headed..."

His gaze locked, a hypothesis forming in his mind.

Screech—!

Bang—!

Right at that moment.

The brilliance of the twelve sword-feathers dimmed drastically, sinking back into the back of the Dragon-Headed Sword Falcon's head.

With a flap of its giant wings, it dropped back to the ground at the base of the cliff, its dragon pupils coldly watching the crimson blood mist that was gradually dissipating.

The once crowded and noisy cliff base now held only a scattered two or three soul beasts.

On the ground.

Half of the Blood-Toothed Fiend Tiger's body was nearly torn apart, and the scales of the Golden Python-Boa had peeled away, exposing bare, white bones.

High in the air.

Half of the Unicorn's wing had been smashed away, leaving it teetering precariously.

The bottom of the cliff was dead silent.

The rich stench of blood was suffocating.

Severed limbs and broken bones were scattered everywhere, pooling blood into a crimson lake.

Li Zhexian, having consumed the Turtle-Breathing Grass, remained as motionless as a dead object submerged within the pool of blood.

After a brief, dead silence.

The final duel erupted once more.

The heavily injured Blood-Toothed Fiend Tiger, Golden Python-Boa, and Unicorn simultaneously lunged toward the Dragon-Headed Sword Falcon, whose aura was likewise withered!

The sword-feathers at the back of its head had completely dimmed, rendering it incapable of utilizing them for a short time.

The most primitive and brutal hand-to-hand combat began.

Severed limbs and feathers flew like a torrential storm; roars of beasts and the snapping of bones were deafening.

The Unicorn's neck was bitten clean through by the Dragon-Headed Sword Falcon!

The falcon's right wing, along with half of its shoulder, was violently ripped away in the dying counterattack of the Blood-Toothed Fiend Tiger!

Simultaneously, the cold snake body of the Golden Python-Boa tightly coiled around the falcon's torso, constricting and crushing it with frantic fury!

In the end.

The fiend tiger's heart was pierced, and the python-boa's vital spot was torn open.

As for the Dragon-Headed Sword Falcon, it was also on its last breath.

It struggled, yet couldn't even manage to stand.

Its sole remaining dragon pupil stared fixedly at the ripe little tree on the cliff face.

Filled with endless yearning.

Splash—

At that moment.

Footsteps wading through bloody water suddenly sounded.

The pupils of the Dragon-Headed Sword Falcon shrank violently, and it turned its head with immense difficulty.

A human youth in white robes stained with blood stepped into its view, one pace at a time.

"Screech—"

It emitted a weak yet still majestic cry.

The very last remaining sword-feather at the back of its head lifted with agonizing slowness, pointing toward the human youth.

Li Zhexian gripped the Azure Lotus Sword.

The ultimate sharpness exhaled, and that raised sword-feather snapped cleanly in two.

"I understand..."

Li Zhexian gazed down at the dying rare beast, speaking in a low voice:

"Why this Dragon-Headed Sword Falcon left no trace in the original timeline."

"These ferocious soul beasts, along with the divine tree on this cliff... ultimately perished together in this unknown cliff base."

He slowly raised the Azure Lotus Sword.

A purple soul ring rose from beneath his feet, wrapping around the sword body.

A wisp of cool starlight quietly drifted down, condensing upon the tip of the sword.

"Having obtained such a massive stroke of fortune, any further words would just be hypocritical."

"Dragon-Headed Sword Falcon..."

Li Zhexian sank his wrist, and the sword light slashed down fiercely.

"I'll see you off on your final journey."

Thud—

The dragon head fell away in response.

A strange soul ring, branded with twelve sword-feather imprints, slowly floated upward from the corpse of the Dragon-Headed Sword Falcon.

Simultaneously, those twelve sword-feathers emerged one by one from its remains, shimmering with brilliant light as they drifted quietly in place.

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