[{"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-202":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},1550717,2014,"Chapter 202 - 202 — Slaughtering Three Thousand, Knocking on the Gate of the Sword of Killing Intent","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-202",202,"\u003Cp>Within the rolling mist of blood—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian moved like a startled dragon, a soaring swan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With every flicker of swordlight, a dozen lives withered away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood beneath his boots rose past his soles—thick, clinging, dragging at every step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His black robe, long drenched, hung heavy with countless men's blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung his sword—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and the blood mist split apart with the strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's mind was utterly blank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the obsession to hone the Sword of Killing Intent drove his instincts. The blade sliced through limbs that were weak as paper, their Spirit Power having dried up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weapons raised in defense? Futile! Knives, spears, and halberds shattered inch by inch amidst the screams!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heads spun into the air, and fountains of blood gushed several meters high!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Blood Slaughter Sword, you've become a demon! Even the Slaughter City won't tolerate you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Enforcers will cut you down, monster!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Trapping and slaughtering three thousand people! Blood Slaughter Sword, how dare you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let me leave! I was only passing by!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian ignored these frenzied shouts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The once-azure-gold sword intent of the Qinglian Sword\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>was now soaked layer upon layer in blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the spine of the blade,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a sinister dark-red vein pulsed—like a living thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five hundred had already fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The valley was a field of corpses and scattered limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fugitives' madness gave way to terror;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>their curses turned to cries:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let me go, Blood Slaughter Sword! Please let me go!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll serve you! I'll be your slave—just spare me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't want the treasure anymore!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mercy! Have mercy!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian remained utterly deaf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sword moved by instinct alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His figure flickered in and out of the crimson mist,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>leaving behind trails of blood-tinted afterimages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dark-red veins spread like a web across the blade,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>covering nearly all of it,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>squeezing what little azure-gold sword intent remained to the hilt's edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wherever the blade passed,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the air itself seemed sliced apart by invisible threads of blood,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>leaving lingering crimson scars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword hilt pulsed cold against his palm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and a faint gleam stirred within his numb eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked upon the stacked mountains of corpses. Everything in his sight was crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A mountain of corpses, a sea of blood…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this how the Sword of Killing Intent is born?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breath came heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stench of blood seared through his lungs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shhhk!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another arc of scarlet swept through the mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Li Zhexian suddenly shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Droplets of blood flew from his hair, scattering through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind that blood-matted fringe,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his eyes shone suddenly bright as twin stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is not Sword Intent! This is the accumulation of murderous aura, clinging to the sword and invading the spirit!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It is like a craftsman who holds a sharp tool for a long time and grows calluses on his palm!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's not that a blade grows from the palm…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but that the blade has changed the hand!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The sharper the sword, the fiercer the aura!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But this ferocity is external, not born within.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am still the one who wields the sword—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>not the sword's slave.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is not yet the Sword of Killing Intent!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thread of understanding rose within him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but the slaughter did not cease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To reach true transformation, one must first reach the limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian steadied his breath and stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each swing of his sword—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>was more refined,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as venomous as a serpent's tongue,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as precise as a butcher's knife through sinew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every motion sought only the most vital point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was perfecting the art of killing—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>like a master craftsman polishing a blade to its absolute edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screams around him had turned hoarse,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a hellish chorus that chilled the bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To prevent their escape,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian fought his way from the bottom of the valley to the entrance, and then began killing them from the outside in. This was like catching a turtle in a jar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The great slaughter continued. Less than half of the massive three thousand remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the valley,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the earth itself had turned crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stench of blood was so thick it was suffocating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corpses piled upon corpses—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>forming small mountains of flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And buried within those heaps of death,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the faces of the fallen froze in twisted horror,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>their final expressions locked in despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene before them was beyond words—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even hell itself could scarcely be more terrible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Renxue stared at Li Zhexian, whose entire body dripped with thick, dark blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her slender hand, gripping the Holy Light Sword, lifted several times—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but each time, she clenched her teeth and forced it down again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian had told her beforehand…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Today, I seek to comprehend the sword.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had forbidden her to intervene—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>told her only to stand guard by his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, watching the youth's back—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that lone figure emerging from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Renxue's gaze trembled violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pity, admiration, reverence—all tangled together…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but not a trace of fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the valley—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>those who had arrived too late stood petrified,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>their hearts pounding as they gazed upon the blood-soaked abyss before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were terrified—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and yet secretly grateful for their tardiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep within the blood mist, the youth's figure seemed blurred by the viscous crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only streaks of scarlet sword light flickered in and out of the fog. Lives fell in swathes, like cut grass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A monster… a true fiend! The Slaughter City has birthed a demon!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To kill so many—does he not fear divine wrath?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even hardened killers trembled,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>stumbling and crawling to escape the cursed valley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To make such men speak of heaven's punishment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>spoke enough of the terror wrought by that one sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a distant cliff,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang San's face had turned pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dread in his eyes was thick enough to cut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three thousand lives—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if they were three thousand beasts,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>such slaughter would wrench the heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Tang San,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>disciple of the Tang Sect who often spoke lightly of death,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>felt as though he had fallen into an icy tomb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How… how could such a butcher exist in this world…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his fear of the Blood Slaughter Sword reached its peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last time he had felt this kind of dread—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it had been because of Li Zhexian himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Liena let out a slow, trembling breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Slaughter City was already bone-chillingly cold,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet as she watched that figure who had slain three thousand,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it felt as if even her blood had frozen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face turned deathly pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If the Blood Slaughter Sword survives Hell Road and returns to Douluo Continent…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He will become another Li Zhexian.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last thousand fugitives were on the verge of collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some slumped to the ground,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>others bared their teeth, charging like trapped beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though their Spirit Power was gone,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>their bodies and killing techniques remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three skilled fighters managed to wound Li Zhexian together—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>an arrow lodged in his shoulder,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a gash running from chest to waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But those three perished in a single stroke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shhh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crunch—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The broken bones beneath his feet crunched like shattered pottery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Entrails hung from the rocks,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>dripping bile and blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had slaughtered over two thousand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that endless deluge of blood,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the seed of Killing Sword Intent within his heart—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>finally began to sprout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let the bones be the steps, and the blood edge my blade.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A thousand decapitations, a thousand severed souls.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where the sword points—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it cuts not flesh, but the boundary between life and death.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Break that veil—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and all returns to silence.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This rhythm… this resonance of slaughter…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I think… I begin to understand.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A glimmer of enlightenment stirred in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gate of Killing Sword Intent—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>was finally cracked open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above the valley,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Forgetful River Blood Resentment Fragrance absorbed every phantom wail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wisps of thick, red mist rose skyward,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>twisting, merging—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From afar, it looked like a crimson shroud\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>draped across the heavens,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>sealing the entire valley inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a vast, inverted bowl of blood—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>cutting off the mortal world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sight was terrifying beyond measure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And within the vessel floating overhead,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the murky crimson liquid slowly purified—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>its dregs dissolving,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>its hue deepening,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>turning ever more radiant and translucent…\u003C\u002Fp>",1381,"2026-06-06T07:17:02.446Z",1,"novelbin.me","4cf48ba69cb25087ad61c8847a0ecba5c67fedf0e0965ce4212f1000048b9819","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-203","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-201",442,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdouluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-cover.jpg"]