[{"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-239":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},1550754,2014,"Chapter 239 - 239 – The Fall of a Titled Douluo! Li Zhexian Reveals Himself—Qinglian Sword Song, Seventh Form","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-239",239,"\u003Cp>\"Another expert?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yue Guan, Ghost Douluo, and Devil Bear Douluo all paled, chills crawling down their spines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heaven and earth convulsed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the winds reversed, fallen leaves swirling like countless blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pools of blood on the ground rippled,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as if the tip of a great sword was being drawn from its sheath,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>its killing intent silencing all life within the Seven Treasures Mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not good—Ghost Leopard is in danger!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Catching sight of the petrified Ghost Leopard Douluo,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yue Guan, Ghost, and Devil Bear's faces all changed violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spirit Power surged like the tide as they moved to rescue him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But how could Chen Xin and Gu Rong allow them to escape?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a flicker of motion,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the two cut them off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wuuuuu—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wuuuuu—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mournful wind-song pierced the clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless streams of sword qi converged midair,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>taking the form of an old man in a tattered gray robe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were covered with a strip of silk,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>an ancient longsword hung at his waist,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and that weathered right hand rested upon its hilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The old man—Wind Sword…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…greets you all.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Bailong's fingers tightened around the hilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between heaven and earth,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>only the sound of steel slowly leaving its scabbard remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His motion seemed unhurried—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet the very winds and clouds moved with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With every inch the blade emerged,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the air grew sharper,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the killing intent heavier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nine Spirit Rings rose beneath his feet,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and the ninth flared,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>unleashing a tempest that howled to the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ninth Spirit Ability—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ride the Wind and Tread the Clouds for Three Thousand Miles;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before My Blade, All Mountains Bow Low!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"—Slash!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword leapt forth like a rainbow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heaven and earth's raging winds gathered into a single edge—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a hundred-meter cyan sword light cutting across the sky,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>so bright that even the moon's glow faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Feng Bailong's Sword Dao!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not as pure and merciless as Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>nor as vast and unfathomable as Li Zhexian's Ten Thousand Forms Sword Dao—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was his own path,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>born from both, and beyond both!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind has no form—thus, the sword has no fixed stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let the wind guide the blade—flowing without resistance, cleaving through all things!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That hundred miles wind blade, brimming with unbounded sharpness,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>streaked toward the petrified Ghost Leopard!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before it even struck,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the ground below buckled beneath its pressure—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>dust bursting skyward as a massive fissure split the earth!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thin line appeared across Ghost Leopard Douluo's stone-turned head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And at that instant—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the petrification dissolved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flesh and blood returned—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>just in time to feel pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fragments of stone and torn flesh drifted down like rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"AAAHHHH—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ghost Leopard Douluo's eyes bulged wide in horror—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as that vast wind blade cleaved straight through his reforming skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a scene too dreadful for words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wind Sword — you dare?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Does the Wind Sword Sect seek erasure from the continent?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yue Guan, Ghost, and Devil Bear Douluo shouted in fury,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>their roars shaking the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Feng Bailong's gaunt face remained still as an ancient well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had sat cross-legged for more than a decade upon Listening Wind Cliff,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>tempering both heart and sword against the frost, the rain, and the snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that he had drawn his blade—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>drawn himself into this war of life and death between two sects—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>did they truly think mere threats could stay his hand?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How they underestimated Feng Bailong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Slash.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grip steadied—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his swing descended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chi—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chi—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From crown to groin,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ghost Leopard Douluo was split cleanly in two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both halves fell to the earth,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his immense Spirit Power bursting free in a final explosion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the instant of death,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the life force and Spirit Power of a Titled Douluo—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>released in full—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swept the land in a crimson tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A storm of blood spread for hundreds of li,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>falling as a torrential rain upon the mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Titled Douluo…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heaven and earth fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xin, Gu Rong, Dugu Bo, Yue Guan, Ghost, Devil Bear—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>all froze in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below, the armies of Spirit Masters and the disciples of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>all stopped fighting,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>staring blankly skyward,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>letting the blood rain soak their heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood rain filled the heavens—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the sign of a Titled Douluo's death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a sight had not been seen on the Douluo Continent in years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Bailong stood with hands clasped behind his back,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his gray robe billowing in the storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his head slightly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his expression unreadable—grief and resolve interwoven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ghost Leopard… cultivated for decades,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and today offers his soul to the heavens.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In this battle of faiths, there is no right or wrong—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>only life and death.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Feng… merely sends a fellow Daoist home.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the Seven Treasures Mountains Range—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the death of a Titled Douluo stirred clouds of blood for a hundred li.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even from afar,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the sight chilled the hearts of all who saw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that same moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the winding official road leading to the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lone, dust-covered rider yanked his reins hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Whoa—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face went pale as he gazed eastward,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>where a crimson veil spread across the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A… A Titled Douluo…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Has fallen?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hyah!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whip cracked,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the horse surged forward like an arrow loosed from the string.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>wherever Sword Wine treads,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>peace cannot exist!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Following Mister back to Heaven Dou dulled my senses!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A Titled Douluo dead at the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but which one…?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A slip of parchment at his waist fluttered with each galloping stride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt a chill deep in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a small figure like him knew—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter which Titled Douluo had fallen,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>after tonight—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The continent would know no peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Spirit Calendar Year 684—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Titled falls at Seven Treasures Mountain Range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hundred meters blood cloud blots out the sun…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The age of chaos… begins.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pressed the parchment close to his chest,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his face shadowed with worry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"May Sword Wine still be safe…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"G-Ghost Leopard…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devil Bear Douluo muttered blankly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His scarred, colossal hand reached out,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>catching a handful of blood rain still warm to the touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the savagery drained from his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What replaced it was disbelief—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and slowly… grief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within Spirit Hall, two halls stood supreme.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Worship Hall held seven Worships—beings whose status surpassed all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So long as that one remained,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even the orders of the Pope herself could be defied:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your commands do not bind me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Elder Hall had six elders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yue Guan and Ghost served as the Pope's closest confidants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Porcupinefish and Serpent Spear answered to the Worship Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only he and Ghost Leopard existed between those two powers—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Titled Douluo in name,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but shadows in truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For years they had done the blood-soaked work that kept the Pope's light untarnished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They seldom appeared in open battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had shared a single dream—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>to break through to rank ninety-five,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>to join the ranks of the Worships.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that dream would never come true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother… my brother…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devil Bear Douluo, who had endured battle even through mortal wounds without a cry,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>now clutched that fading warmth in his palms—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and wailed into the bloody sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strand of nearly invisible sword qi,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>blended into the blood rain,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>quietly coalesced behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Titled Douluo's senses were sharp—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>almost nothing could sneak within their reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Devil Bear's mind was shattered,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his senses drowned in grief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when the white-clad youth appeared,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>silently stepping from the blood rain to stand behind him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yue Guan and Ghost's eyes went wide with horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xin, Gu Rong, Dugu Bo, Feng Bailong—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even the thousands of Spirit Masters and disciples below—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>were all struck dumb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do not grieve.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I shall send you… to meet your brother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's silver-lit eyes gleamed coldly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his entire form surrounded by a veil of invisible power—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the downpour halted before it could touch him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>colder than the blood rain itself—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Qinglian Sword Song, Seventh Form—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boundless Thought.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1349,"2026-06-06T07:17:02.446Z",1,"novelbin.me","c106ed5d3ee4531e7044ce00ffc6a8cbf225433f1bae40358279b3bd7cd57d51","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-240","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-238",442,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdouluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-cover.jpg"]