[{"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-203":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},1550718,2014,"Chapter 203 - 203 — The Sixth Form of the Qinglian Sword Song: Blood Pagoda, Complete","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-203",203,"\u003Cp>Of the three thousand fugitives, not one in ten remained alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a scattered hundred or so still lived—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>howling in despair, their voices raw and broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the valley,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the cries and curses slowly faded,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>leaving only the drip… drip… of blood\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and the mournful wail of the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian stood alone amid the mountains of corpses and rivers of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Qinglian Sword in his hand had turned completely crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From its tip,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a single bead of blood hung and fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>only one man still drew breath—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>an old, one-eyed cripple with a face ruined beyond recognition,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>collapsed in the blood like a dying hound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian knew of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Scarface, a name whispered in the inner city's eastern district—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a legend of sorts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Scarface propped himself on one arm, dragging his crippled leg, and fell to his knees in the mire of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kowtowed again and again,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his forehead bursting open, splattering scarlet drops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Spare me…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood Slaughter Sword… I beg you… spare my life…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That ghastly face could no longer show emotion,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but in his single eye flickered desperate pleading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His trembling hand fumbled into his blood-stained robe\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and drew out a splintered wooden plaque ,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>its surface smeared with dried red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On it was a crude carving of a little girl,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>her hair tied in small horn braids, eyes shy and innocent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My daughter…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>when I came to the Slaughter City… she was only five…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I—I want to go back… find my daughter…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man's voice was slurred, broken by his frantic bowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mangled frame shook violently with each desperate plea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's hand froze mid-strike—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the sword's tip hovered three inches above the man's head,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>its crimson light wavering slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze drifted—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>almost unconsciously—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>to the blood-stained wooden plaque\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that instant—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pleading in Old Scarface's lone eye vanished,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>replaced by a flash of venomous madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From beneath the blood-soaked mud,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a skeletal hand shot out,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>fingers flicking a blue-gleaming poison dart straight for Li Zhexian's chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Die—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thuck—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dart struck flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chilling pain burst through his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's brow tightened;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his fingers blurred in motion,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>snapping down like iron pincers around the old man's wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Be careful!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Renxue's face drained of color.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her six Angel Wings flared open in fury,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>sending a storm of blood crashing into the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She became a streak of golden light,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>racing toward Li Zhexian without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far outside the valley, hundreds of meters away,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang San, Hu Liena, and the others stiffened in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Blood Slaughter Sword—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the man who killed three thousand—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>is about to fall to a rat in the gutter?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian stared coldly at the old man's ruined face—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>at that grotesque grin twisting upward with the thrill of betrayal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warm blood flowed freely from his chest wound,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>trickling down in steady drops—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>drop by drop—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>falling onto the Qinglian Sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>all the emotion pent up within his chest—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>rage, grief, resolve—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>was pierced clean through\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>by a single, pure killing intent that rose from his very soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood-born miasma surrounding him\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>was ignited by the surge of murderous will within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crimson flames burst from Li Zhexian's body,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his blood-drenched hair whipping upward like tongues of fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression remained cold, almost serene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in his eyes—now glowing red—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a flash of enlightenment stirred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Killing intent… must be born from within.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Killing intent… is the utter annihilation\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>of that last shred of humanity buried in one's heart.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Sword of Killing Intent…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>is the instant of realization at the end of all things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wherever its qi extends—it drinks blood, and devours souls.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Three thousand heads offered to forge the night's sword cry,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>one thought of Asura turning blood to iron.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Qinglian Sword Song, Sixth Form—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Blood Pagoda.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Complete.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that instant,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a surge of frozen sword intent erupted from Li Zhexian's body,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>sweeping across the valley like a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword intent swept across the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boiling pools of gore froze solid in an instant—smooth as mirrors—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then, without a sound, were erased by invisible sword qi,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>leaving only churned black-red mud beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Renxue, who had been charging forward, suddenly saw a crimson brilliance explode before her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body froze midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A heartbeat later,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>she was thrown backward by the sheer pressure of that icy sword intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though the killing intent was not directed at her,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the hand holding her Holy Light Sword still trembled uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her golden eyes widened in shock\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as she stared at Li Zhexian—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his entire body wreathed in blood-red flame,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his hair and clothes whipping wildly in the storm of his own power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Scarface's courage shattered completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a strangled cry, he tried to turn and flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment he moved—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single crimson line, condensed from pure killing sword intent,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>swept silently across his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Scarface froze where he stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crimson line, still surging forward with unchecked force,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>shot past his body and streaked soundlessly toward the entrance of the valley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The near-invisible crimson line sliced through the stone gate—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and the two stone pillars, each dozens of meters tall,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>tilted slowly along a perfectly smooth cut\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and collapsed with a thunderous crash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the valley,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>everything along the crimson line's path—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>boulders, ancient trees, columns of rock—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>all split apart in eerie silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of meters away,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the fugitives who had arrived late turned pale as ghosts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Run! Run—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the words could leave their lips,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>all one hundred of them were silently cut clean in half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the distant cliff,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang San and Hu Liena's pupils shrank to pinpoints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horror surged through both of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without another thought,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>they each unleashed their abilities, turning into streaks of light\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that fled madly into the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang San clenched his fists until his knuckles went white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"On the Douluo Continent, there is Li Zhexian.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In the Slaughter City, there is the Blood Slaughter Sword.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why must I always cross paths with such monsters?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I followed him here—does that mean he'll bear a grudge against me now…?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Liena's delicate brows twitched violently; she bit her lip and muttered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Blood-Slaughter Sword is even more terrifying than Li Zhexian!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If I could win this man to my side,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>why would we ever need to fear Li Zhexian?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But why—why is Qian Renxue helping him?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I must find out!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>——\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the valley—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corpses littered the ground; blood ran so thick that it could float a spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from Li Zhexian and Qian Renxue,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>not a single living soul remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above them,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Forgetful River Blood Resentment Fragrance flared—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and in the instant he comprehended the Sword of Killing Intent,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it glowed with a strange yet pure crimson radiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rich, intoxicating fragrance of wine—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>blended with the faint tang of blood—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>swept across the entire valley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood flames cloaking Li Zhexian's body slowly died away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wild hair and tattered robes settled down again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped through the thick, sticky mire of blood\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and approached Old Scarface's corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint breath of sword qi flickered from his blade,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>rolling the body over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dead man's rigid fingers\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>was still clenched that bloodstained wooden plaque.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian bent down,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>pulled the plaque free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood had seeped deep into the wood,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but the carving remained—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a little girl with horned braids,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>smiling shyly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tucked the plaque away,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then straightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Renxue stumbled toward him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>her shoes and skirt caked with mud and blood,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but she didn't care in the slightest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stopped before him, her eyes trembling,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>her voice breaking with a sob she didn't even realize she made.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Li Zhexian… you…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's face, still smeared with blood and dirt,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>suddenly curved into a smile, revealing his white teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Xue'er, the wine is brewed, and the sword is enlightened.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somehow—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>looking at this blood-drenched youth before her,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Renxue's nose stung.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tears she could no longer hold back fell one after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was not someone who cried easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>she could only feel heartache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Renxue reached out both hands,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>cupping Li Zhexian's face,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>using her sleeve to gently wipe the blood from his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice trembled, thick with emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You are the most amazing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1406,"2026-06-06T07:17:02.446Z",1,"novelbin.me","7f316992cad81bf2e9ba056824ec2a84177dcc922cbb6a5d5f01ced45f1a9062","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-204","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-202",442,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdouluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-cover.jpg"]