[{"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-442":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Douluo: The Exiled Immortal Descends, Sword and Wine Slay the Gods",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":12,"novelImage":21},{"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},1550365,2014,"Chapter 442: Feng Bailong’s Challenge to Chen Xin — A Glimpse into the Past (Side Story)","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-442",442,"\u003Cp>The moon hid away, the stars sank low. The night wind howled—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the perfect time for swordsmen to meet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thirty li beyond the Seven Treasure Mountain Range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Bailong stood clad in black, nearly merging with the darkness. Only his eyes burned brightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The world calls Sword Douluo Chen Xin the greatest offensive Douluo under heaven.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Bailong’s fingers brushed across the sword sheath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And I am the strongest offensive Spirit Douluo.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I once said that with a formation of a hundred disciples, even a Titled Douluo could be fought.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tonight, I bring three hundred disciples, to let the world know—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That the Sword Dao is not limited to Seven Kill. There is also my Wind Sword.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night wind swept across the grass tips, setting them swaying gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His figure moved, streaking toward the depths of the mountain range. Three hundred disciples followed behind him in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they reached a wide clearing between two mountains, Feng Bailong stopped abruptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This place is excellent—fit for an all-out battle with Chen Xin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Form up!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three hundred disciples answered in unison and took their positions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sword Martial Souls manifested one after another, cold light linking together beneath the night sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spirit Power of various colors surged like converging rivers, weaving together in the air with faint sounds of wind and thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the Wind–Thunder Sword Formation—the technique that made the Wind Sword Sect famous and earned it a place among the Lower Four Sects!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Bailong drew his sword. Its azure edge pointed straight toward the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavenly thunder answered the call, coiling around the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Chen Xin, come and fight!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice rolled outward like wind and thunder, shaking the land for dozens of miles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a cliff at the mountain peak, Chen Xin—who had been comprehending sword intent—suddenly opened his eyes and looked toward the distant lightning tearing through the night sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is... sword intent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His figure vanished from where he stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five hundred meters away, a drifting cloud was shredded by sword qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xin rode his sword through the air, arriving at the boundary of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive shadow blocked his path. Gu Rong stood astride a bone dragon and said in a deep voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll go with you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gu Rong, guard the sect. This one is here for me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Rong nodded slightly and said no more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xin transformed into a streak of crimson light and disappeared into the horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s here!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From a thousand meters away, Feng Bailong saw a crimson sword light tear through the air. Wherever it passed, trees bent low. In the blink of an eye, it had arrived before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The newcomer wore white robes and hovered in midair. His face was lean, his expression calm and detached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who comes?\" he asked coolly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Feng Bailong.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sect Master of the Wind Sword Sect?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Precisely.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After announcing himself—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three hundred disciples below shouted in unison as the formation shifted abruptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wind and thunder surged like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, pouring entirely into Feng Bailong’s sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His aura climbed steadily, faintly breaking beyond the limits of a Spirit Douluo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Bailong rose into the air, facing Chen Xin across a distance of a dozen meters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The world says that you, Chen Xin, hold supreme authority over the sword dao and alone bear the title of Sword Douluo.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tonight, I, Feng, have specifically come to seek a lesson from the Sword Douluo.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between swordsmen, words were unnecessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as his voice fell—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sword qi entwined with wind and thunder ripped through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whooo—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gale winds erupted, thunder roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, the wind–thunder sword qi slashed toward Chen Xin’s face, whipping his hair wildly and snapping his robes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one saw how he moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a flash of crimson sword light appeared—and the wind–thunder sword qi shattered instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Bailong’s pupils shrank sharply. He twisted aside in desperate evasion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crimson sword light cleaved forward like rotten wood before an axe, cutting a hundred meters ahead. Trees and massive boulders along its path were severed completely, leaving behind a shocking sword scar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Chen Xin’s calm voice arrive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is this all your sword can do? Disappointing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Bailong’s expression grew grave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As expected of the Sword Douluo, Chen Xin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the point where his foot landed, a howling force of wind erupted, and a violent shockwave swept in all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black—eight Spirit Rings rose from beneath his feet. A light yet razor-sharp aura spread through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seventh Spirit Ring bloomed with a dim glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Seventh Spirit Ability—Wind Sword True Body!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the wind within the mountain hollow—and even across the surrounding mountain ranges—transformed into visible streams of green energy, converging toward the space above his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An ancient sword slowly condensed from the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three hundred disciples formed seals simultaneously, triggering a change in the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark clouds churned, lightning writhed like dragons. Streaks of violet lightning tore open the night sky, striking the wind sword one after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shattered stones blasted outward; grass and trees were reduced to ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunder poured into the blade, blasting scorched craters into the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the lightning, the wind sword continued to lengthen. Arcs of thunder coiled around its edge—it stretched to more than ten meters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This strike—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a Titled Douluo would have to meet it with utmost caution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cut!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Bailong joined his fingers like a blade and slashed downward through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rumble—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rumble—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind-thunder sword descended straight toward Chen Xin’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where the sword momentum passed, the air tore apart and the ground split open, as if the mountain itself were about to be cleaved in two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that very instant—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xin finally drew his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A streak of deep crimson sword intent shot skyward, bathing the entire mountain hollow as though it had been submerged in a sea of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the Seven Kill Sword left its sheath—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All things were seized by killing intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He merely swung his sword with casual ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood-red sword qi collided violently with the colossal wind-thunder blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the deafening explosion—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two sword qis tore into each other in a frenzy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stray sword qi sprayed outward like countless blades, carving crisscrossing trenches into the earth. Trees collapsed in swathes, leaving the land in utter ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two swords locked in midair, lightning and blood-light exploding again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Bailong’s face grew paler by the moment, a thin line of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below, the three hundred disciples were utterly drained, their faces white as paper, bodies swaying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xin, however, remained calm and indifferent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your sword dao is wrong.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Bailong lifted his head, the blood at his lips glaringly vivid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Clinging to external forces reduces the sword to nothing more than a tool in the hand.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To entrust slaughter to wind, thunder, and formation—how can such a sword ever strike forward without hesitation?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Feng Bailong, the way of thunder is fierce and violent. It is not your path. Without a chance to break through this barrier, the realm of a Titled Douluo...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...will be the end of your sword dao in this lifetime.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His final words drifted down on the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The sword dao is a lonely one.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the words had fully faded, his figure was already far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Bailong staggered backward and was hastily supported by the disciples behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet they saw that their sect master seemed completely unaware, merely standing there in a daze, staring at the sword blade in his hand as it trembled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sect Master...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a disciple called out anxiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Bailong did not answer. He remained standing there like withered wood gazing at a sword, until dawn broke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long while—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rasped out two words:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Return to the sect.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From that day onward—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Bailong entered seclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The disciples of the Wind Sword Sect never again saw their sect master draw his sword. They only often glimpsed that lonely figure, sitting day after day atop a mist-shrouded cliff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Bailong’s eyes were wrapped in cloth. Only the wind passing by his ears remained, as though he listened to the sound of swords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spring passed into autumn; first snow covered fallen leaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold and heat alternated time and again. The figure listening to the wind on the cliff never moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until one day, several years later—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young sect master, Feng Buyu, led a white-robed youth slowly up the mountain peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The youth walked calmly, his brows refined and handsome. Stopping three yards away, he clasped his hands in deep respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Junior Li Zhexian greets Senior Feng Bailong.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Read Advanced Chapters on : www.patreon.com\u002Fc\u002FReadJin\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>~ Every 100 PS = Bonus Chapter!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>~ Push the Story forward with your [Power Stones]\u003C\u002Fp>",1517,"2026-06-06T07:17:02.446Z",1,"novelbin.me","efd18413d690147f4c1f481d890d98518efdc5d7522dbeb8de615410b68e15a0","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-1","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-441","https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdouluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-cover.jpg"]