The so-called Boundless Thought—
It was a thought without boundary.
It was the boundlessness of Spiritual Power itself.
Li Zhexian stood silently behind Devil Bear Douluo.
His snow-white robes were untouched by blood.
Within a three-foot radius, the torrential blood rain curved away on its own.
His five fingers clenched slowly—
As though grasping an invisible, formless sword.
In that instant—
Buzz…
Buzz…
A faint sound, so weak it nearly vanished into the rhythm of the falling rain,
Yet it pierced directly into the depths of one's spirit—
An eerie, resonant sword hum that exploded in everyone's minds.
It was not a sound heard by the ear,
But the shock of a Spiritual Power resonance!
It was as if billions of unseen needles had stabbed into their brains simultaneously!
"Argh—!!"
Across the battlefield below—
The weaker Spirit Masters suddenly blacked out, their vision spinning.
Some screamed and fell to their knees, clutching their heads in agony.
Others' eyes rolled white as they collapsed, unconscious on the ground.
Even Chen Xin, Gu Rong, Yue Guan, and Gui Mei—
All the Titled Douluo felt a brief, staggering daze in that moment.
"This… this is—!"
"Spiritual Power Sword Intent!"
Chen Xin's eyes flared with brilliance.
Feng Bailong's face reflected pure awe.
"Young friend Zhexian… truly a man beyond mortals!"
Only those two supreme sword cultivators could understand—
Just how impossible it was to comprehend Spiritual Sword Intent.
And Li Zhexian had done it.
Save for the divine, who else could reach such heights?!
Within their senses,
The space within Li Zhexian's clenched hand seemed to twist and distort—
Not a visible deformation,
But a disorienting distortion on the level of spirit itself.
Around him, the blood rain, the light—
Even one's very thoughts froze and trembled.
In their sight,
Li Zhexian's figure shimmered and multiplied—
As though seen through a violently rippling curtain of water.
Feng Bailong looked toward Li Zhexian's hand—
Not with the eyes hidden beneath his black silk band,
But through the perception of his own sword intent woven into the wind—
And there—
A blade of pure Spiritual Power took form.
Li Zhexian's fingers tightened.
The invisible sword of spirit was unsheathed.
BOOM—!
A chaotic spiritual tempest erupted outward from Li Zhexian's body.
The torrential blood rain was violently repelled,
Forming a vacuum of absolute silence and emptiness.
Across the battlefield below,
Countless Spirit Masters felt their vision shatter.
The world inverted—
Blood rain flowed upward, light bent, and even the Seven Treasures Mountain Range seemed to turn over upon themselves beneath that single swing.
Profound beyond comprehension.
Soul-seizing.
This was Li Zhexian's Spiritual Sword Intent—
A sword forged from thought, a blade honed from spirit!
His sword of pure will swept forward—
Striking directly at the mind of Devil Bear Douluo,
Whose spirit had shattered from grief over Ghost Leopard's fall.
This strike—
Bore no radiant sword light, no spatial rupture—
Only a flood of pure Spiritual Power,
Soundless and invisible, surging outward.
It ignored all distance, all matter.
The instant Li Zhexian raised his hand,
The invisible blade had already crossed the night sky—
And pierced straight into Devil Bear Douluo's mind.
"Ugh…"
The Douluo's wailing grief was cut off instantly.
At any other time,
Even this kind of attack, though powerful,
Would not have instantly felled a Titled Douluo.
But now—
His mind was wide open, his soul torn by sorrow.
Those bloodshot eyes lost all light,
Empty, hollow—dead.
And it did not end there.
The aftermath of that spiritual impact—
Rippled outward like an unseen wave.
Thud—
Thud—
Across the battlefield,
More Spirit Masters collapsed in droves, their minds blanked by the shock.
High above,
The hollow shell of Devil Bear Douluo fell like a lifeless corpse.
"Now—!"
Li Zhexian's cold, cutting voice split through the blood rain.
It thundered in the ears of Chen Xin, Gu Rong, Feng Bailong, and Dugu Bo:
"Seniors, strike quickly and slay this brute!"
No more words were needed.
The moment Devil Bear Douluo began to fall—
Chen Xin's eyes burst with killing intent.
The Seven Kill Sword slashed out in a flurry,
Forcing Yue Guan and Gui Mei back under a tide of lethal sword qi,
Leaving them no chance to intervene.
"ROAR—!"
Beneath Gu Rong's feet, his Bone Dragon reared and bellowed,
its colossal, skeletal body tearing through the curtain of blood as its claws reached for the falling Devil Bear.
Feng Bailong's grey robe billowed like a storm sail.
The ancient sword in his grasp hummed once more,
a streak of condensed azure light shot forth ahead of all others—
aimed straight at the Devil Bear's chest.
"Today, this old man will also slay a Titled Douluo!"
"Ninth Spirit Ability—Jade Phosphor Burning Sky Light!"
The Jade Phosphor Serpent Emperor behind Dugu Bo unfurled four heads in its evolved form.
Its Spirit Ability surged in power.
Four maws gaped wide—
Spewing torrents of venomous flame that merged midair,
Coalescing into a single, blinding beam of blue-green destruction,
Chasing after the bone claws and sword light to strike as one.
Three Titled Douluo's full-power attacks—
Landed squarely on the plummeting Devil Bear.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The wind-sword pierced the heart.
The bone claws tore through flesh and hide.
The deadly poison corroded his organs and rampaging Spirit Power.
Devil Bear Douluo didn't even have time to scream.
His enormous body exploded midair,
shattered to pieces by the three overwhelming forces.
Another Titled Douluo…
had fallen.
A flood of poisonous green mists, white bone shards, and crimson blood mist
rolled like a broken dam of a scarlet river,
drenching the heavens and earth alike.
The rain that poured down was thick as syrup,
dark red and choking with the stench of blood.
It was as if the very sky had been dyed
by the lifeblood of fallen Titled Douluo.
The air grew heavy—
suffocatingly heavy.
Each drop struck the earth not with a patter,
but a dull splat,
as if blood itself were painting the ground.
Blood rained like liquid sorrow;
heaven and earth wept together.
Tonight—
Two Elders of the Spirit Hall—Ghost Leopard and Devil Bear—
Both lay dead atop the peaks of the Seven Treasures Mountains.
...
High in the sky,
Chen Xin's sword qi raged like a rainbow,
locking down the grief-crazed Yue Guan and Gui Mei.
Gu Rong, Feng Bailong, and Dugu Bo hung suspended amid the congealing rain,
their gazes complex and unreadable as they looked upon the dispersing blood mist.
Below, the battlefield had fallen into silence.
Neither Spirit Hall's army nor the disciples of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan
Could utter a sound.
They stood frozen,
Terrified by the sight of heaven itself dyed red.
Two Titled Douluo fallen.
Blood rain crushing the heavens.
And the once-peaceful continent—
had been thrust into a new, bloody era.
...
Li Zhexian's Spiritual Sword Intent dispersed.
His white robe remained spotless,
His feet resting upon a sword of blood, suspended in midair.
Those black eyes reflected the crimson rain,
Cold and still as an abyss.
He was young still.
But sentiment—pity, grief, mercy—
Had no place in him.
An enemy is an enemy.
Between life and death, there is no need for words.
Had they been the weaker side today—
They would have been the ones feeding this crimson rain.
...
"Whoa—!"
A lone Spirit Master reached the foot of the mountain.
The downpour of blood blinded him.
He shielded the paper scroll at his chest and threw himself from his horse,
Rolling beneath its belly for shelter.
When he wiped the sticky blood from his face,
And forced his eyes open—
He saw it.
The white-robed youth,
Standing amidst a storm of blood beside the continent's mightiest Titled Douluo.
Though his frame was lean and his aura not the strongest,
His bearing—his sword-like presence—
Was that of a man who had already stepped into the realm of the truly powerful.
"Lord Sword Wine…
with one sword, he struck down the Devil Bear Douluo…"
"From this day forth…"
"The name of Sword Wine shall stand among the world's strongest!"