[{"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-37":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},1550402,2014,"Chapter 37: Is that it? Evil Fire, Is that it? — Li Zhexian’s Ultimate Mockery","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-37",37,"\u003Cp>The next evening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>7 p.m.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Spirit Arena of the Imperial City was packed wall to wall, buzzing with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the audience fiercely debated how many sword strikes Sword Wine would need to take down the \"mongrel fire chicken,\"—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a wave of exclamations erupted from the entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes were drawn in that direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dignified and graceful pair—a mother and daughter—entered the arena, surrounded by powerful Spirit Masters exuding overwhelming pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait, that's... the Ye Clan of the Nine Heart Begonia?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That woman—isn't she the clan head?! Even she showed up today!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The exclamations had barely faded when fear took over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spectators near the entrance scrambled to their feet, pale-faced, pushing backward in panic as if they'd seen a ghost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when they saw the next person arrive did they truly panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gray-robed elder stepped through the doorway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was tall and gaunt, with white hair and beard, and a pair of pale green eyes that glowed with an eerie light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Spirit Arena was already a place steeped in blood and violence—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the bone-chilling aura radiating from this old man completely eclipsed the ambient killing intent of the arena itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some spectators began to shiver uncontrollably, cold sweat dripping down their faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"T-That's... that's... Poison Douluo Dugu Bo!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A Titled Douluo-level powerhouse?! Why would someone like him come to the Spirit Arena?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't tell me even Dugu Bo is here... to see Sword Wine?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No way. No way in hell!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the audience had recovered from this blow, several Spirit Masters dressed in Imperial Guard uniforms pushed through the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind them came Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, a serene smile playing at his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The audience was reeling. One bigshot after another—Ye Clan, Dugu Bo, and now the Crown Prince?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Spirit Arena was a place of brutality, of blood-soaked brawls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, such figures would never appear here publicly. Even if they did, they'd stay hidden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But today? It was like they'd all coordinated—arriving one after the other in full view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then it's settled! They're definitely not here just for Sword Wine!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can understand the Ye Clan recruiting new talent, but His Highness and Poison Douluo...? No way they'd take interest in him, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their murmurs reached the ears of Xue Qinghe, who turned with a knowing glint in his eyes and bowed slightly toward Dugu Bo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Senior Dugu, your rare presence today—could it be... you've come to see Sword Wine as well?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hm?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dugu Bo raised an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old and shrewd as he was, how could he not see through Xue Qinghe's intentions?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief pause, he nodded and replied along the line of questioning:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I've heard there's a young swordsman here worth watching. His style... vaguely reminds me of Chen Xin in his youth. I came to see for myself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Ye Clan's matriarch, perhaps the same?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Ye's eyes flickered as she responded with a calm nod:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Senior Dugu is absolutely right.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our Ye Clan has indeed taken great interest in Sword Wine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The audience sat in stunned silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These towering figures—just a few words between them—and the topic had already shifted squarely onto Sword Wine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt... off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if this whole show was orchestrated to build momentum for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the Ye Clan, Dugu Bo, and Xue Qinghe entered their respective VIP box, the audience slowly began to process everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By 8 p.m., the temperature in the arena felt like it had climbed several degrees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every gaze was locked on the arena entrance, waiting with bated breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Near the front, Yu Feng's face was ashen, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sword Wine, I'm begging you. Cripple that bastard for me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Osler sneered. \"Didn't you say Sword Wine was a nobody?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And now you're hanging all your hopes on him?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Feng choked, opened his mouth, and finally slumped: \"Yeah, yeah, I was blind, alright?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elsewhere in the stands—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Wuji sat with arms crossed, rolling his eyes at the wild praise being thrown around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sword Wine this, Sword Wine that. What's so great about this guy?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shrek's Seven Monsters—any one of them could wipe the floor with him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a teacher who'd watched the Seven Monsters grow, Zhao Wuji's bias ran deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Teacher…\" A plain-clothed middle-aged man beside him said gravely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You shouldn't underestimate this man.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He did, after all, defeat Yu Tianheng with a single sword strike.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Wuji waved him off, unconcerned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Relax, Qin Ming.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Our little monsters from Shrek won't lose to anyone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Ming opened his mouth again, but—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no time to argue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the two duelists had already taken the stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At 8 PM, the host dared not delay and immediately announced the start of the Spirit Duel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deafening roar erupted—loud enough to shake the very ceiling of the Spirit Arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sword Wine appeared, clad in simple white robes, upright and sharp like a bamboo stalk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across from him, Ma Hongjun squinted, sizing him up with interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So you're that Sword Wine?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The roar of the crowd didn't faze Ma Hongjun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, a sly grin crept across his plump face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You've got quite the fanbase in Heaven Dou, huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Heh. I wonder what kind of faces they'll make when I beat you to the ground…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Li Zhexian could respond—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Hongjun suddenly lowered his voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's your relationship with Zhu Zhuqing?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmm?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's eyes flickered faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That tiny shift in his gaze didn't go unnoticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Hongjun cracked his knuckles, eyes narrowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So you do know her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then don't expect to walk off this stage unscathed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant his words dropped, the very air onstage twisted and warped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A piercing phoenix cry burst from Ma Hongjun's body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A torrent of purple Evil Fire engulfed him entirely, as if transforming the whole stage into a furnace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The front rows of spectators were forced back by the sheer heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bright yellow Spirit Ring rose from beneath his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"First Spirit Ability — Phoenix Fire Wire!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though arrogant in his words, Ma Hongjun was extremely cautious at heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He started by probing with his first ability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of blazing purple fire surged forth like a furious waterfall, crashing down toward Li Zhexian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the stunned eyes of the crowd—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white-robed swordsman stood motionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if paralyzed by the firestorm, he didn't budge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let the inferno swallow him whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stage exploded in purple Evil Fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive fireball blazed at its center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire arena went deathly quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Ma Hongjun was briefly stunned—then broke into wild laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hahahaha!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What a load of crap!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Couldn't even take my first Spirit Ability!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was certain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone engulfed by Evil Fire Phoenix—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a Spirit Ancestor at rank 40 would be flayed alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sword Wine? He was dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below the stage, Yu Feng and Osler were speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sword Wine, who had taken down Yu Tianheng in one swing—gone, just like that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Wuji roared with laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"See?! What did I tell you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That so-called Sword Wine is no match for our fatso!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Ming furrowed his brows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something didn't sit right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Up in the VIP box—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yanyan, don't panic. Zhexian's fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dugu Bo comforted his anxious granddaughter, but a flicker of intrigue flashed through his green-tinted eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This boy… he's a monster.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How is he completely unharmed by that intense flame?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sharp senses caught it instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait a minute.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not only is he unhurt…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Zhexian... is absorbing the flame?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elsewhere—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Ye couldn't see clearly, her strength not enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even the Snake Lance and Porcupine Douluos were stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the hell's going on with this kid?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He doesn't have a fire-type Martial Soul—how can he absorb fire?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back on stage—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The purple fireball didn't explode outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, it shrank—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if sucked into a massive invisible maw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone sensed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the purple flames were about to vanish, a plain white figure stepped out, walking casually through the lingering flame waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flicked a finger, brushing off a dancing spark from his clothes. Streaks of purple fire glowed between his black hairs, as if he were wearing a flowing headband of purple flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under a thousand blazing gazes—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian slowly looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the faceless mask, two gazes, sharper than sword edges, pinned themselves on Ma Hongjun's chubby face, which was stiff with extreme shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air solidified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You could hear a pin drop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a calm voice broke the silence:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A brief, suffocating pause, like an invisible heavy hammer striking everyone's hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second voice, carrying a subtle, almost confirming doubt, was more grating than the sharpest taunt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the voice suddenly rose a notch, yet it exploded like thunder, carrying the ultimate disdain that crushed all pride, slamming down:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Evil Fire—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that it?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1483,"2026-06-06T07:17:02.165Z",1,"novelbin.me","ee1a71ff27851f430c630430d566569749c3bc977e262e3c520944c0e0623514","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-38","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-36",442,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdouluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-cover.jpg"]