[{"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-167":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},1550619,2014,"Chapter 167 - 167 – Li Zhexian at Death’s Door, Zhu Zhuqing’s Yearning Heartbroken Red","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-167",167,"\u003Cp>Looking at Bibi Dong, whose head was hanging low, a trace of regret showed on Li Zhexian's face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What a pity…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice, faint as a dream murmur, fell softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sinister bloodlight around his body ebbed away like a receding tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a bone-chilling sight appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine cracks spread outward from Li Zhexian's body, blooming from within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No blood seeped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through those countless jagged cracks,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>one could see his flesh had already turned withered gray-white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian fell backward stiffly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several deeper cracks split his already broken body wide open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Li Zhexian!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Renxue, Zhu Zhuqing, and the others rushed toward him like madmen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at that very moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>from beneath the head-hung, seemingly lifeless Bibi Dong,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>rings of Spirit Rings began to rise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially that ninth, scarlet hundred-thousand-year Spirit Ring—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>which suddenly burst forth with a blinding bloody light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four Titled Douluo's expressions changed drastically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This place is too dangerous!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their wide sleeves swept out, rolling up several academy teams in a wave of vast Spirit Power, carrying them away like streaks of light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst the chaos—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Heaven Dou City Spirit Master staggered to his feet from among the corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held aloft a blood-stained paper and shouted hoarsely:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Honored Douluo! Please take me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am the Heavenly Dou City Spirit Master who records the deeds of Lord Sword Wine!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the lingering poisonous mist was about to disperse—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A green serpent's shadow coiled around his waist, yanking him from the deadly ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bloodstained, ruined square was left empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo scrambled out from the shattered mountainside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Spirit Masters of Spirit Hall recoiled in horror as they saw—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two pale hands pushed their way out of Bibi Dong's mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Riiip—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sickening tear of flesh and skin rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thick, viscous fluid poured out as a figure clawed its way free: its lower body bore eight sharp spider legs, its face deathly pale and cruelly beautiful, twisted in venomous hate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Li… Zhe… Xian…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shrill, piercing screech—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>not a sound any human could make!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the distance, Tang San's whole body bristled with cold sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horror gripped him as he realized—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The resurrected Bibi Dong's gaze was fixed on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at that moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tall figure cloaked in black robes appeared out of thin air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he revealed himself,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bibi Dong's venomous gaze faltered, a flicker of fear flashing across her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black-robed man cast a cold glance at the mountain's peak,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then growled low at Tang San:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his voice fell, the two figures had already vanished from the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her targets escape one after another, Bibi Dong's purple eyes filled with black miasma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She threw back her head and unleashed a sky-splitting, ear-rending scream:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mobilize all Spirit Hall Spirit Masters!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Li Zhexian…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dead or alive, I must have him!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hundred miles outside Spirit City, in a deep, secluded valley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at Li Zhexian's brocken body, covered in cracks like a weathered pottery figurine, a sorrow so deep it couldn't be dissolved pressed heavily on everyone's heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uncontrollable sobbing echoed low in the silent mountain forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn Spirit Hall!\" Yu Tianheng's eyes were bloodshot as he slammed his fist into a tree trunk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huo Wu, Huo Wushuang, Feng Xiaotian and the others clenched their fists, their bodies trembling faintly with rage and sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dugu Yan and Ning Rongrong collapsed to their knees at his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They looked upon Li Zhexian's lifeless face, tears flooding out uncontrollably, nearly fainting from grief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Lingling, despite her Spirit Powerutterly exhausted, forced the healing light of the Nine-Hearted Begonia onto Li Zhexian's body—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, no trace of improvement at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Renxue and Zhu Zhuqing sat like empty shells, soulless, staring blankly at Li Zhexian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes had no more life in them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I… we… we'll take him to my mother…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Lingling's voice was hoarse,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>carrying the last thread of desperate hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My mother… she must be able to save Li Zhexian!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint glimmer of hope flickered in everyone's eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Dugu Bo shook his head, his rasping voice trembling:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No… it's impossible…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Leaving aside the long journey—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even the Nine-Hearted Begonia cannot save a body whose oil has run out and lamp is extinguished.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phrase \"oil has run out and lamp is extinguished\" made everyone's faces show deep sadness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yuanzhen frowned and said: \"Old Poison, medicine and poison are connected. Look at Zhexian again...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, gazes turned to Dugu Bo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remained silent for a long while, before finally forcing out a harsh reply from his throat:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This old man… can do nothing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If even Poison Douluo, whose poison arts reigned supreme across the continent,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>was helpless—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then all hope seemed lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the corner—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Spirit Master of Heaven Dou City gritted his teeth,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his hand trembling as he continued to record.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as this suffocating despair made everyone mourn deeply, Feng Bailong's low voice broke the deathly stillness: \"Theoretically speaking…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With such injuries, young friend Zhexian should have long since…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why then does this faint breath, frail as a candle in the wind, still linger without going out?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sword Douluo Chen Xin's eyes sharpened at the words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Sword Douluo, always so decisive and fierce,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>at this moment moved with rare, careful caution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gently lifted open Li Zhexian's bloodstained robes at the chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pure white feather, glowing softly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>lay quietly upon Li Zhexian's heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Angel's Sacred Feather?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A holy relic that shields life itself?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four Titled Douluo, so well-traveled and knowledgeable,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>were struck with awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All gazes turned then toward the golden-haired girl wreathed in death's aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the battle, they already knew—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the legendary Angel Martial Soul, tied closely to the Spirit Hall's Qian Clan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now was not the time to question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Angel's Sacred Feather can only preserve Zhexian's breath for a while longer…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xin's voice was grave:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What else can we do?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What way is there to save young friend Zhexian?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dugu Bo's voice cracked with desperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a pause of thought,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he grabbed the treasure pouch from Li Zhexian's waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wishful Hundred Treasure Purse, the Dugu family's storage treasure—naturally he could open it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I once discussed countless rare herbs with young friend Zhexian…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Quickly, let's see if this pouch holds some immortal herb that can revive the dead and regrow flesh from bone!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid such wretched despair,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that pouch became the last straw of hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In everyone's eyes, the faint flame of hope flickered back to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Dugu Bo took out one item after another, only to set them aside…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The aura around him grew ever colder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face turned grayer and grayer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just as the suffocating despair crushed everyone's hearts to pieces—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Zhuqing, who had remained silent like a shadow all along, slowly, with utmost care, drew out a single flower from her arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That flower…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stained with long-dried, dark red blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her pale hands,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it seemed unbearably vivid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her once lifeless, hollow eyes now held the faintest fragile light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Zhuqing's voice was soft as she held the bloodstained flower in both hands, offering it to Dugu Bo: \"Senior Dugu…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please look at this immortal herb…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Can it save Li Zhexian?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hm?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp gleam shot from Dugu Bo's green vertical pupils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Zhuqing's slender hand caressed the petals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yearning Heartbroken Red…\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1255,"2026-06-06T07:17:02.445Z",1,"novelbin.me","e131100e2b7cd5ce3ba60777616583a3f235cda755c4b54cc80161c554bd739a","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-388","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-387",442,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdouluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-cover.jpg"]