[{"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-222":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},1550737,2014,"Chapter 222 - 222 – Li Zhexian’s Terrifying Power, Instant Kill of Two Spirit Saints","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-222",222,"\u003Cp>In today's world—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tensions between the Spirit Hall and the two great empires never ceased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, war had not truly broken out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the cities of the Heaven Dou Empire, the Spirit Hall's branch temples still stood strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the branch set in Heaven Dou City, the imperial capital, was far from ordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from Platinum Bishop Salas, a powerful Spirit Douluo whose Spirit Power exceeded level 80, there were also two Spirit Saints serving directly under him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the long street—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Heaven Dou branch had mobilized its entire force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of fierce Spirit Power auras surged into the night, sharp as wind blades,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>driving the onlookers back in alarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only at the noodle stall did one group remain calm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian and his companions continued chatting and laughing as they ate their noodles, as if nothing had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Renxue's fair face turned cold; she started to rise, but Li Zhexian extended a hand and gently pressed down on her soft, pale fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Spirit Hall chose this moment to strike, then surely it was under the direct command of Pope Bibi Dong herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Qian Renxue might not be able to stop what was coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's voice was calm, his lips curving faintly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just filled my belly, and I was wondering how to work it off.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And now they've come knocking? What perfect timing to stretch a few muscles.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Buyu wiped his mouth, the black silk over his eyes swaying slightly as he turned toward the Spirit Hall forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother Zhexian!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I missed the great fight in front of the Pope's Palace last time!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This time, let me—Feng Buyu—take the first strike!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Feng Buyu and the disciples of the Wind Sword Sect already cracking their knuckles and rolling their shoulders, Li Zhexian could only shake his head and laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That unyielding arrogance of his… hadn't changed one bit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huo Wushuang, Feng Xiaotian, Shui Bing'er and the others likewise grew cold-faced,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>their immense Spirit Power rising like a storm above them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before anyone could act—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold, commanding voice rolled across the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My young friends… do not let a moment's impulse ruin the future of your sects.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At those words, the Spirit Hall members stepped aside respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From between their ranks strode a man in a bright red bishop's robe—Salas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two Spirit Saints followed at his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep lines creased his old face, his eyes gleaming with cold malice as he looked past everyone—except Li Zhexian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Spirit Hall has not forgotten our old grudges,\" he said coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do not test the limits of the Pope's mercy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmph!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Tianheng snorted, ready to retort—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could speak, the ground began to tremble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A troop of armored Heaven Dou night sentries came rushing down the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their captain's face blanched as he saw Salas leading his forces to surround the young Heaven Dou prodigies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hurried forward, clasping his fists in salute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Salas!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"May I ask why you lead your men here at this hour, with such display of force?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Salas's cold eyes flicked toward the storyteller seated behind the square table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This old man's tongue runs wild—he dared slander the holy name of Her Holiness the Pope.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He will be taken back to the Spirit Hall for interrogation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His cloudy eyes narrowed slightly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then fell upon the white-robed youth at the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Check whether someone stands behind him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The storyteller remained calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stooped back straightened suddenly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>like a pine tree clinging to a cliff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, the Spirit Master's face tensed; he instinctively stepped forward to shield the old man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These five years of wandering—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had met with the Spirit Hall's hostility more than once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, each time, some unseen force had come to their aid in secret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But tonight—within the imperial capital—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That hidden protector's reach might not extend this far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The storyteller and the Spirit Master turned toward the white-robed youth at the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just one look—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And their hearts settled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Spirit Master's taut shoulders eased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now was no time to say something foolish like \"Lord Sword Wine, don't involve yourself for us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would only cheapen this charged, solemn night—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And insult the very legends they had told thousands of times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had walked the world, spreading the tales of this man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their faith in him was already unshakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tonight—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Lord Sword Wine here—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Hall could not lay a finger on them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you ready?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The storyteller asked quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Spirit Master grinned, excitement flickering in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached behind his waist and pulled out a roll of parchment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And from the other hand, a wolf-hair brush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice trembled with fervor:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I still think… I'm best suited to record this!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither of them showed a trace of fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the lead sentry frowned deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The current tension between the Spirit Hall and Heaven Dou Empire was precarious—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to tread carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He must not be the one to ignite the spark of war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the Spirit Hall called itself the sacred land of Spirit Masters,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Heaven Dou Empire still had its dignity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And right now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He represented Heaven Dou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His knees could not bend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The captain silently tightened his grip on sword and shield,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and met Salas's cold gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bishop Salas, I'm afraid I cannot obey.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This man is a citizen of the Heaven Dou Empire.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even if he is suspected of a crime, he should be taken to the imperial prison for interrogation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Since Your Excellency claims he slandered the Pope—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Guards! Arrest this man and escort him to the prison for trial!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, sir!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A guard obeyed, taking one step forward—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that instant—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the Spirit Saints behind Salas moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of malice lit his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Spirit Power-wrapped palm struck straight at the guard's chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pffft—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of breaking bones and spattering blood rang out together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guard's body flew ten meters through the air,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>crashing heavily onto the ground—lifeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swords rang out all along the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The captain's eyes reddened in fury as he glared at Salas:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Salas! You—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Silence,\" Salas interrupted coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Know your place. A mere soldier dares defy the Spirit Hall?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All traces of a benevolent clergyman vanished from his aged face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What remained was a ghastly, sinister mask, brimming with killing intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The onlookers shivered to their cores at the sudden shift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two Spirit Saints behind Salas unleashed their full power at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With roars like rending air, they charged straight toward the Heaven Dou guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bastards!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Tianheng, Huo Wushuang, Feng Buyu and the others leapt up, shouting in anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian was faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Right Arm Spirit Bone Ability—Yazhi Sword Rift!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crisp sound of sword cries split the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, Li Zhexian vanished from his seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the darkness, streaks of cold, gleaming sword qi flashed across the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold, gleaming sword qi flared into being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the next instant—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>from each shimmering streak, a phantom of Li Zhexian appeared—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>so fast, so fluid, it was almost ghostlike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Qinglian Sword leapt into his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two deep violet Spirit Rings wrapped around its edge, pulsing with radiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Second Spirit Ability— Three Swords of Elegance!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"First Spirit Ability—Greenblade Severance!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sword light rippled, white robes fluttered, his movement dazzling beyond comprehension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two fatal sword beams, dark red like streaks of blood, intersected and slashed out in the blink of an eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two charging Spirit Saints suddenly froze in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huh… huh-huh…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes widened in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both clutched at their throats—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the blood still poured freely through their fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They fell backward heavily, lifeless, dust rising around their corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And at that same moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a sliver of sword qi flickered into existence—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>just inches before Salas's chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, in a heartbeat,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the sword qi turned into a white-robed youth—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian, standing right before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The youth's jet-black eyes stared coldly into the old bishop's face,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the space between them barely an arm's length.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Salas was, after all, an old Spirit Douluo master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though startled, he did not panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a roar, his mighty Spirit Power erupted,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his crimson robes billowing like a flag of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From his withered palm, a massive surge of power formed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and he struck viciously toward the youth before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air twisted from the force of his blow—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet when his palm landed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>there was nothing there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian had vanished again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Salas's eyes darted upward—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only to see the white-robed youth sitting once more at his original place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face was calm as still water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As though the terrifying instant kill just moments ago\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>had nothing to do with him at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up his chopsticks,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>lifted a strand of now-cool noodles,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and slowly brought it to his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>",1489,"2026-06-06T07:17:02.446Z",1,"novelbin.me","10a8b66e63fedbb7cb1ed6a162f8f10fcdac1840e77bfd4d1d50f654332fc052","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-223","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-221",442,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdouluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-cover.jpg"]