[{"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-223":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},1550738,2014,"Chapter 223 - 223 – Li Zhexian Is No Mere Mortal! This Marriage, I Approve","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-223",223,"\u003Cp>Blood stained the long street. Two Spirit Saints corpses lay across the pool of blood, a shocking and dreadful sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's friends, Salas and his Spirit Hall subordinates,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even the distant onlookers—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>all seemed to have their throats clutched tight,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>struck dumb in the heavy stillness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only two sounds broke the silence—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One was the storyteller's trembling yet fervent \"Good!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other, the rustling of a brush—the chronicler Spirit Master frantically writing every detail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the hush, those sounds were piercingly clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Tianheng finally came to his senses and jabbed the still-stunned Feng Xiaotian with his elbow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't you chicken out later.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You said you'd fight Zhexian.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Didn't you swear you'd nail him to a wall as a painting?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Xiaotian's eyelid twitched violently twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huo Wu, Huo Wushuang, Shui Bing'er, Ning Rongrong, Oscar, and the others all stared at the white-robed youth—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>who was calmly eating noodles amid the stench of blood—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>their faces pale with disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all had the same thought—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five years apart…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian is no longer human!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five years ago,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the path of the strong still allowed one to glimpse his white robes from afar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even his shadow was beyond their reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Th—thank you, Lord Sword Wine, for saving our lives!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Heaven Dou guards, their terror barely quelled, hurriedly clasped fists and bowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian smiled faintly and waved his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his sword brows arched sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze turned to Salas, cold as drawn steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Since when did Spirit Hall become so sneaky and secretive?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you've come for me, Li Zhexian, why hide behind excuses?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his words fell—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strand of sword qi shimmered silently into being before Salas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in the next heartbeat—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian appeared where that sword qi had been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No fear in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only blazing defiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arrogance of youth burned to the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you've brought no Titled Douluo…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then with your fading blood and brittle bones—old dog, you think you can take me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My friends—do not interfere.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Salas's frail body, blinding Spirit Power exploded outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Insolent brat! courting death!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's lips curved into a cold, razor-edged smile—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and in a blink, he vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he reappeared—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he was ten meters behind Salas,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>well beyond the reach of that raging Spirit Power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sshhh—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sshhh—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark-red sword qi fell like rain,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>driving into the ground around Salas in a perfect circle, ten paces wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each streak of sword qi—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a mark of where Li Zhexian could appear next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Salas sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Li Zhexian, your Spirit Abilities may be unpredictable,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But before the gulf of true power, they are nothing but illusions in the air.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Once I shatter your sword qi—where will you hide?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spread his withered palms wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Threads of Light-attributed Spirit Power began to weave together—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>forming a radiant tome of divine scripture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whsshhh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pages flipped rapidly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>releasing waves of overwhelming Light Spirit Power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pages finally settled on a certain chapter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A purple Spirit Ring floated out from the pages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fourth Spirit Ability—Thousand Light Blade Prison!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless blades of pure, condensed light filled the night,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>layer upon layer, forming a cage without gaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Centered on Salas,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>they erupted outward like a blinding storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air rang with the brittle crackle of shattering crystal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's dark-red sword qi collided with the storm of blades,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>both bursting apart in brilliant flashes before fading into the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brat, what do you intend to do now?\" Salas's radiant scripture kept fluttering open and shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's expression grew colder still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed—Salas was a near-peerless master beneath the Titled Douluo rank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No easy foe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never expected to slay him with a single stroke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as for stopping Yu Tianheng and the others from interfering—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he had his own reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to see for himself…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to see — what level his current strength had truly reached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One after another, Spirit Rings flared beneath his feet, radiating outward in concentric circles—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Purple, purple, sword-feather, black-red, platinum…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five spirit rings, in a configuration utterly defying common sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just looking at them made one's head spin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whshhhh—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Salas's face twisted in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The radiant scripture in his hand turned faster,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Light Power around him surging in response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And beneath Li Zhexian's feet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sword Feather Spirit Ring erupted in multicolored brilliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Third Spirit Ability—Qinglian Twelve Tribulations!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A resonant sword cry pierced the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twelve Qinglian Swords crashed down from above,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>forming an immense sword formation that sealed Salas and all Spirit Hall forces within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Six of the Qinglian Swords, each carrying a distinct sword intent,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>weaved through the formation like dancing comets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that wasn't all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Li Zhexian's spine, a surge of sword qi erupted skyward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Six distinct sword intents — Star, Frost, Wind, Thunder, Death, and Slaughter — circled his body, humming with a sound that split the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Qinglian Sword mark at his brow turned blood-red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hair tie binding his hair melted away into nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tangible killing intent coursed through his body like a tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His white robe turned red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His black hair lifted, defying gravity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes burned with blood-colored light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, without hesitation—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he plunged headlong into the slaughtering Qinglian Sword Formation\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire sword formation turned scarlet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cracked ground began to ooze fresh blood-red,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>forming, in the blink of an eye, a crimson domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killing God Domain—Manifest!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—! Boom—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the sword formation, blood-colored sword qi and Light Spirit Power clashed madly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>explosions rippling through the air like rolling thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The walls of the formation were torn with cracks, splintering under the force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shrill screams,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the sound of bones breaking and flesh being torn apart,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>echoed from within the crimson curtain—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>so chilling that even the night itself seemed to freeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the formation—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Tianheng, Huo Wushuang, Feng Buyu, Feng Xiaotian—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>everyone was utterly petrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just moments ago, Li Zhexian's white robes had turned to blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That killing intent—like a beast crawling out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>had frozen their very souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had underestimated him again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's power was too overwhelming—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his methods, too many—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his momentum, enough to defy even a Spirit Douluo!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Buyu swallowed hard, then gave Feng Xiaotian a trembling thumbs-up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Impressive, my brother Xiaotian!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can't wait to see you fight Zhexian next!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Heh—guess he's putting on a little warm-up show just for you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Xiaotian's face went ghost-white; his lips quivered, but no words came out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Yu Tianheng, Huo Wushuang, and even Oscar all raised their thumbs too—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother Xiaotian—truly noble of you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the end of the street—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Atop several towering buildings in Heaven Dou City—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xin, Dugu Bo, Feng Bailong, and Yu Yuanzhen stood with hands behind their backs,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>nodding faintly to one another in silent greeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their gazes fell upon the murderous sword formation,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>their eyes flickering with complex emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had gathered here tonight out of concern—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Li Zhexian's return to Heaven Dou would provoke Pope Bibi Dong herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But deeper still—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because his reappearance had drawn them together,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>they could take this rare chance—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To discuss how to resist the ever-growing ambition of Spirit Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, far from the chaos—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a quiet forest, under silver moonlight—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind a convex mirror of frozen crystal, the moonlight itself seemed to solidify.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It refracted through the twisted branches of an ancient tree,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>forming a glimmering swing of pure ice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon that swing sat a handsome youth, lazily rocking back and forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In one hand, a skewer of candied hawthorn;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>in the other, a steaming bun;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his mouth was puffed with sticky glutinous rice cake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the frozen mirror—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>like looking through a magical telescope—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he gazed at the distant blood-red sword formation with great interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not bad, not bad.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Five years were not wasted.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This marriage is approved by this old man.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1321,"2026-06-06T07:17:02.446Z",1,"novelbin.me","0add43b0e33ded41023b9309bf8fbb16bf544493db4a91ac8b702e435bdd8dd3","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-224","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-222",442,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdouluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-cover.jpg"]