[{"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-42":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},1550407,2014,"Chapter 42: Qinglian Sword Song, Second Move — Two Forms: Sword of Frost! Tonight, the Sword Sings Again as Wine Boils","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-42",42,"\u003Cp>Zhao Wuji kicked aside the rubble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the broken bricks lay Li Zhexian, covered in mud, seemingly unconscious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zhao Wuji didn't move to grab him—instead, a cold smile curled at his lips. His massive, bowl-sized fist swung down toward Li Zhexian's head without flourish or hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's tightly shut eyes snapped open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a sudden thrust of both legs, his body slid backward along the ground like a fish through water, dodging several meters in a blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Wuji's punch struck the spot where Li Zhexian had just been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stone shattered in all directions, leaving behind a pit two feet deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had that blow connected, Li Zhexian's head would've exploded like a watermelon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Old bastard…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian propped himself up with the Qinglian Sword, staggering as he stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, eyes cold and sharp, now tinged with a rare gravity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too naive...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or rather—he had underestimated the heroes of the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His undefeated streak had bred an arrogant delusion, a belief that \"all glory belongs to the present age.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this battle—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ruthlessly shattered that pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had believed his hundreds of Spirit Arena duels had tempered him into a seasoned warrior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before Zhao Wuji, he was completely suppressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strength of an old-generation powerhouse... truly like a mountain—unyielding and immovable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Li Zhexian…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Wuji wiped the rain from his face, a flash of appreciation briefly surfacing in his tiger-like eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Setting aside their opposing sides—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian was perhaps the most remarkable young Spirit Master he had ever encountered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he didn't want to admit it, even the Seven Monsters of Shrek couldn't compare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet that fleeting admiration was quickly consumed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>by an even darker, more savage killing intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can't be allowed to live.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fourth Spirit Ring beneath Zhao Wuji's feet lit up with a violet glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A formless aura locked onto Li Zhexian from a distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fourth Spirit Ability — Position Trace!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Wuji, renowned for defense, exploded with terrifying speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground beneath him erupted in shards, and in a blink, his hulking figure tore through the air—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>appearing right in front of Li Zhexian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Die!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His massive fist, surging with unstoppable power, slammed straight for Li Zhexian's chest!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's expression changed drastically—he had no time to dodge!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could only raise his sword to block in desperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Qinglian Sword bent under the force, its blade crashing into his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pfft—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another mouthful of blood burst out. A few crimson droplets even splashed onto Zhao Wuji's face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rain washed the blood into long red trails, making his rugged features look all the more savage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian, meanwhile—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was blasted dozens of meters away, crashing through several trees before finally slamming into the mud with a sickening thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cough… cough…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He struggled to prop himself up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every breath he took felt like needles stabbing into his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face was pale as paper. When he looked down, he saw that his sternum had collapsed inward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the wound, strange hues of scarlet and icy blue flickered, intertwined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he not completed the Molten Frost Spirit Vein Body—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Wuji's punch would've ended him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Staring down the grim reaper's silhouette in the rain several dozen meters away,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian raised the Clear Spring Wine Gourd, and poured a full mouthful down his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spirit wine surged like a flood inside him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>flooding his body with raging energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Torn flesh began to mend. Depleted Spirit Power filled once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gripped the Qinglian Sword in his right hand. The gourd in his left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tilted the gourd—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Letting the glimmering wine spill over the sword's blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the liquor soaked in, the blade's radiant green hue transformed into a molten crimson glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twelve flaming lotus blossoms flared to life—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even visibly blooming on the surface of the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ssshh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hummmm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boiling of wine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The humming of steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this desperate night, once more—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wine boiled, and the sword sang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's slumped spine slowly straightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His white robes were soaked in mud and blood, his body battered and bruised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his gaze—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>was sharper than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Today…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even if I die, I'll rip a chunk of flesh off you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Second Spirit Ability—Three Swords of Elegance!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Qinglian Sword Song, First Move — Yao Guang!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Disregarding elemental traits—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yao Guang was the sharpest sword technique Li Zhexian had ever unleashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, under the dual enhancements of Three Swords of Elegance and Wine-Boiling Sword Song,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>this sword…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...transformed into a cascade of shimmering starlight falling from the Jade Terrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dark heavens above seemed to split—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shaft of starlight pierced through the night, radiant and dazzling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It caught the falling rain in its path—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>turning the storm into a downpour of refracted brilliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Wuji's advancing steps suddenly halted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such an ethereal vision made his brow furrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dull ache in his injured arm reminded him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sword strike was no ordinary attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Futile struggle!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Wuji's killing intent surged further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath his feet, the seventh Spirit Ring ignited—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>swelling from small to massive, a deep black glow engulfing the entire grove.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Seventh Spirit Ability — Martial Soul Avatar!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To deal with Li Zhexian—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Wuji had unleashed his Martial Soul Avatar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A testament to just how lethal his intent had become.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heavy black aura weighed down like a mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Zhao Wuji took another step, his body swelled—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>transforming in an instant into a giant bear over five meters tall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden fur bristled across his massive frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes—glowing blood-red—burned like lanterns in the storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fierce gale swept through the grove—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tilting the sheets of rain at sharp angles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's soaked robes snapped in the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held the Qinglian Sword high—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>its tip pointed directly at the falling star above,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as if to draw its power down to earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Wuji stopped and assumed a defensive stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he quickly noticed something was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bone-piercing chill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rain striking his massive bear form\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>felt like icy needles piercing through fur and muscle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Li Zhexian—what the hell are you doing?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Wuji roared, earth shaking, and charged forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rain poured like waterfalls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world around them turned to a swirl of green-black chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian stood rooted in the mud, bloodied robes clinging to his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chill in his flesh couldn't match the resolute fire in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Wuji's roar shattered the storm around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A foul wind surged ahead, driving the rain with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Zhao Wuji's colossal bear claw was about to land—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's wrist flicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sword technique—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hummmm—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Qinglian Sword let out a piercing cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its crimson hue faded—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>inch by inch shifting to a glacier-blue, slicing through the night like breaking ice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where its edge passed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the very air froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Water on the ground, rain in the sky—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>began to reverse course, flowing upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of threads of glistening frost coiled around the blade—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>forming a sword of ice several meters long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the raindrops that hadn't yet fused to the sword—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remained suspended midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each droplet reflected a tiny blue sword-light—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>like a river of frozen stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian stepped lightly onto those airborne droplets—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his figure soaring through the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Robes billowing, frost trailing behind—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swept the ice blade straight at the oncoming bear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Wuji's massive paw met the blade—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the two clashed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frigid light exploded outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frozen cracks spread from his claws upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Veins of frost, like living creatures, raced along golden fur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Wuji was frozen into a statue of ice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pfft—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The backlash from the Frost Sword\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>slammed into Li Zhexian like a hammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was thrown back again—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his wrist twisted unnaturally, pain flooding his nerves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He refused to release his grip on the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just because I called out Yao Guang... does that mean I have to use Yao Guang?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sword—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was the Qinglian Sword Song, Second Move — Two Forms: Sword of Frost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In terms of raw damage—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was weaker than Yao Guang or the Blazing Sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was his only control-type sword technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in this downpour—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>its power was multiplied severalfold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Li Zhexian barely stabilized himself—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thick ice sealing Zhao Wuji fractured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cracks spiderwebbed across the surface,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ice shards crumbling to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian didn't dare hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned and ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took another gulp from the Clear Spring Wine Gourd,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>swallowing it along with the blood pooling in his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he ran—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slapped the green Wishful Hundred Treasure Purse at his waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small herb shaped like a turtle shell landed in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without pause, he shoved it into his mouth, chewing it whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turtle's Breath Grass:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Causes death-like state. Completely conceals life force for three days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't know how far he ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His chest burned with pain,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>each breath like a knife tearing at his lungs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The injuries were too severe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even his Wine Martial Soul couldn't heal him in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bit his tongue hard—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>clinging to what little clarity remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through blurred vision—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spotted the outline of a bird's nest\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>among the thick branches of an ancient tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exhausting the last of his strength—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian leapt into the branches\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and curled up inside the cold, abandoned nest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>",1579,"2026-06-06T07:17:02.165Z",1,"novelbin.me","59ed6e97291fc7cba1d12e8f602c3948c4da3952bc860ab42aa934e8c7594dc4","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-43","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-41",442,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdouluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-cover.jpg"]