[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi":3,"chapter-douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-166":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Douluo: The Exiled Immortal Descends, Sword and Wine Slay the Gods",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1550617,2014,"Chapter 166: The Three Swords of Elegance, Wine-Boiling Sword Song — Unleashing Calamity Rebirth to Nail Down Pope Bibi Dong","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-166",166,"\u003Cp>A blood-red Qinglian Sword imprint bloomed upon Li Zhexian's brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly raised his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the void, the Qinglian Sword emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The twelve lotus imprints along its blade all turned scarlet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Qinglian Sword quivered, releasing a sorrowful cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Forgive me, Qinglian Sword…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"From today onward, I fear we can no longer wander the rivers and lakes together…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian brushed his hand along the searing spine of the blade, his lips curling into a free, unrestrained smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His organs had already been ground into pulp, his meridians snapped like withered vines, his life hanging by a single, fragile thread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This body was nothing more than a guttering candle in the wind—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ready to be snuffed out at any moment amidst the blood-soaked rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Calamity Rebirth.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Only on the brink of death can it be awakened.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But once unleashed, this brocken body's injuries will erupt beyond repair.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's heart was as clear as a mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cast one last glance at Qian Renxue, Zhu Zhuqing, and the despair-stricken faces of his closest friends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That single backward look—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shattered the unspoken farewell caught in his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I've never been fond of partings steeped in sorrow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turning his head away, his blood-stained eyes locked onto Pope Bibi Dong, who wore a cold sneer in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where his toes touched—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ripples of strange scarlet energy spread out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood-soaked cracked ground, touched by the ripple, blossomed into twelve-petaled Calamity Bloom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Step by step, Li Zhexian advanced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood-flowers surged forth, then suddenly swept upward with a roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the grand square of the Pope's Palace, a rain of crimson blossoms fell like mourning petals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heaven and earth themselves—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Were sending off one fated to depart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian walked beneath that rain of blood-flowers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers brushed the crimson Qinglian Sword, as a deep violet Spirit Ring coiled around the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom——!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An even more violent surge of blood-colored energy erupted from his body,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>condensing above his head into churning layers of scarlet clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The terror of Calamity Rebirth—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lay in how it could stack upon other amplifying Spirit Abilities!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under countless horrified gazes—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian reached into the void with his left hand, drawing forth the Clear Spring Wine Gourd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tilted it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scarlet wine poured down, cascading over the Qinglian Sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The liquid seeped into its edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword, already crimson like blood, now shone an even more sinister shade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wine bubbling violently on its blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword in his hand thrummed with an intense, piercing hum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On this day, in this moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian unleashed his most transcendent strike, once more bringing forth—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wine-Boiling Sword Song.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone present felt the overwhelming aura, akin to that of a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, and their faces turned pale with shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With two amplifications combined—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ripples emanating from Li Zhexian,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That hidden, sinister sword intent—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the four Titled Douluo—Dugu Bo, Yu Yuanzhen, Chen Xin, Feng Bailong—felt their hearts lurch with dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their expressions grew even grimmer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such forbidden power, so far beyond one's level,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>could only demand a price too dreadful to imagine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bibi Dong's expression finally shifted from mockery to grim solemnity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's unyielding aura had locked onto her completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gui Mei! Yue Guan!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo stepped before her, eyes filled with uncertainty as they faced the blood-clad youth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What in the world has this boy done?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as the words fell, Li Zhexian finally raised his sword!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rain of blood-flowers swirled around him like a tornado.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the darkened sky—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scarlet clouds churned like boiling water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whole world was dyed red, as if all present had been cast into a sea of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's hoarse voice resounded across the land:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Three Swords of Elegance…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wine-Boiling Sword Song…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With each word spoken—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A torrent of thick, almost tangible blood-colored Spirit Power, like a dammed sea of blood bursting its banks, erupted wildly from Li Zhexian's body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fourth Spirit Ability—Calamity Rebirth!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three amplifying Spirit Abilities stacked together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The power of the Qinglian Sword in his hands was pushed to an unimaginable peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blood-sea surged to the heavens!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Qinglian Sword, held horizontally before Li Zhexian's chest, became a crimson streak tearing through the skies!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, an overwhelming tide of roaring blood-sea surged forward, straight toward Bibi Dong!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire divine mountain quaked violently!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scarlet pillars of light shot skyward,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>dyeing heaven and earth in apocalyptic crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Titled Douluo paled at this world-ending might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ghost and Chrysanthemum Douluo stared in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Impossible!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How can a Spirit Ancestor wield such force?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both poured out the last of their Spirit Power, hands striking in unison,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>trying to block that blood-soaked strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the peak of the divine mountain—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two streaks of light shot down like falling stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One was a mountain-heavy staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other, an ice arrow sharp enough to pierce marrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo were blasted away,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>smashed into the mountain behind, rubble flying, dust soaring skyward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bibi Dong, gravely wounded, stood exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes twisted with venom as she looked toward the mountain peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Worship Hall!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So—you finally chose to intervene!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom! Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom! Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The incoming blood-drenched sword strike, wreathed in the might to rend the heavens, forced her to snap her gaze back in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Li Zhexian—no matter how monstrous you are, you still can't slay a Titled Douluo, can you?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bibi Dong clenched her teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind her—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vast but flickering phantom of the Death Spider Emperor rose once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Burning the last of her Spirit Power—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She condensed it into a scythe spanning heaven and earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arms swung, pouring in everything she had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She met that world-ending sword head-on, slashing to collide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood sword, carrying an endless sea of blood, crashed against the Rakshasa Scythe!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A terrifying Spirit Power storm instantly exploded, stirring up a hurricane that tore apart everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sea of blood surged, containing the ultimate sharpness that could cut down everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under countless horrified gazes—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That towering phantom scythe, under the blood sword's tip…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>shattered inch by inch!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ping—!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A piercing crack split the air!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scythe broke apart in a thunderous crash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Spirit Power hurricane tore and danced wildly at Bibi Dong's hair and tattered white cloak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression changed drastically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wisp of the Rakshasa God's dark power began to stir within her—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the next moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was quietly eroded away by another divine force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What—?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Bibi Dong's suddenly constricted, horror-filled purple eyes—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That sliver of fatal crimson sword-light—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Expanded!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Closer, closer!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until it filled her entire vision!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Szzzt—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pchhh—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood-drenched Qinglian Sword, carrying ultimate sharpness that pierced all,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>drove straight through her heart!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheer momentum lifted her body hundreds of meters,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>nailing her into the mountainside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark purple blood trickled from her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bibi Dong strained to lift her blood-stained face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Qinglian Sword impaled in her heart still thrummed and hummed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fading pupils focused one last time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toward the distant, blood-shrouded figure that was already beginning to fade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Li… Zhe… xian…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bibi Dong suddenly lowered her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Pope's crown crashed to the ground with a loud noise, smashing out a breathtaking echo on the silent square.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone felt their throats seized, their breath halted…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Pope of Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>was nailed to the divine mountain by the sword of a dying youth, who wagered his very life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ink spread on the paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Heaven Dou City Spirit Master's hand trembled as he recorded:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In the year 679 of the Spirit Master Calendar,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Pope Bibi Dong was nailed to the divine mountain…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>by Lord Sword Wine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1290,"2026-06-06T07:17:02.445Z",1,"novelbin.me","09831313cd09f7747573de8f90e6bb2dd0df134abe38d1256bbb7024b5c4dead","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-387","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-386",442,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdouluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-cover.jpg"]