Douluo: The Exiled Immortal Descends, Sword and Wine Slay the Gods Chapter 412: The Primordial Sword Intent Reveals Its Might!

Wherever the Asura God’s dark-crimson sword light passed, the void collapsed and the laws shattered.

Yet the sword light cleaved by Li Zhexian was like a brush that reversed ti itself, redrawing everything that had vanished in the great battle monts earlier.

Witnessing this scene,

all the gods were shaken to their core.

"This is the power of ti!"

"Not just ti—there’s spatial force as well!"

"I rember during the Dragon God War, the God of Space and the God of Ti fought until they fell, joining forces to slay a Dragon King!"

"The Dragon God himself seed to possess part of the Ti Laws. After the Dragon God and the Space and Ti Gods perished, we thought that inheritance had long been severed—yet who would have imagined that the Sword Lord could unleash such power!"

"The Asura God’s Godfall Dusk—even a God King must rely on a supre divine weapon to withstand it!"

As the gods erupted in astonishnt,

the dark-crimson sword light—bearing the judgnt of all things’ final end—finally made contact with the hazy sword light rippling with spaceti waves.

In the next instant,

the forward montum of the dark-crimson sword light visibly slowed, as though it had fallen into an invisible swamp of spaceti.

Then,

the Judgnt Laws contained within it ebbed away like a receding tide, the sword light flickering uncertainly.

Under the gods’ incredulous eyes, this sword strike—one that even God Kings feared—began to contract inch by inch along its original trajectory, until it was completely drawn back into the Asura Sword.

As if the move Godfall Dusk had never been unleashed at all.

The power of spaceti reversal had forcibly returned even the very fact of an "attack" to the state of "never having occurred."

The spaceti sword light continued advancing,

restoring this cosmic graveyard to the appearance it had before the battle.

When it reached a thousand ters before the Asura God, it suddenly dispersed into countless fragnts of spaceti, from which Li Zhexian stepped forth.

A distance of a thousand ters, to a god, was but a single thought—no different from standing face to face.

This star region returned to silence.

Only cosmic storms howled through the void, carrying the ashes of extinguished stars.

The gods held their breath, staring at the two opposing God Kings, shock and tension intertwining in their hearts.

The Asura God was actually being suppressed by the Sword Lord. Five forms of the Asura Seven Absolutes had already been used—every one of them countered by Li Zhexian’s exquisite sword techniques.

"I finally understand... why the laws of the Divine Realm bestowed upon Li Zhexian the divine title of ’Sword Lord.’"

A god’s low murmur voiced the thoughts of them all, prompting nods throughout the assembly.

Amid drifting stardust,

the Asura God gazed at the white-robed youth a thousand ters away. For the first ti, true gravity appeared in his crimson eyes.

"Purification, slaughter, death, spaceti... so many sword-intent laws have already reached the realm of true mastery."

"Li Zhexian, you are worthy of the na Sword Lord."

Hearing this, Li Zhexian chuckled lightly, removed the wine gourd at his waist, and tipped his head back for a long drink.

Fragnts of ti fluttered around him like butterflies, while phantasmal star shadows beneath his feet flickered in and out of existence.

Within this single sword exchange,

he had actually delineated—

within this void—

an absolute domain transcending past, present, and future.

"Asura, will you continue?"

The eyes of the Asura God’s three heads fixed on Li Zhexian. After hearing this, he spoke slowly:

"Sword Lord, I know that you still possess a sword-intent law that transcends spaceti, one you have yet to reveal."

"Probing no longer holds any aning. I shall use the final form."

"Since my enlightennt, even I have never employed this move."

"If you can withstand it, this battle shall be considered your victory."

Crack!

A shattering sound echoed across the cosmos.

Li Zhexian’s pupils contracted slightly.

He saw that the Asura Sword was actually breaking apart inch by inch.

From the dense web of cracks, a viscous, shadowy radiance slowly seeped forth.

"Hm?"

A trace of surprise flashed through Li Zhexian’s eyes.

With his Myriad-Phenona Sword Dao nearing completion, and as the Sword Lord who wielded the Authority of All Weapons, his insight had long surpassed the divine.

"Could it be that the Asura Sword... has never truly been unsheathed from the very beginning?"

"That crimson blade—was rely a scabbard condensed from slaughter laws, and only now is this demon sword revealing its true form?"

On distant stellar remains,

the gods who heard Li Zhexian’s words all sucked in a sharp breath.

"The Asura Sword has never been unsheathed?! Is what the Sword Lord says truly correct?!"

The gods—Ji Dong included—turned their gaze toward the most senior among them: the God of Destruction.

Even if other ancient gods present knew the truth, before the Destruction God King, it was not their place to speak.

"That is correct."

The God of Destruction looked toward the Asura God, whose aura was growing ever more terrifying, and said:

"The Asura God is the Divine Realm’s foremost combat power, and he wields the Asura Sword—the supre weapon of slaughter. Naturally, his strength does not end here."

"Even the Dragon God—who once surpassed the Supre God King—was split in two by a single strike of the Asura Sword."

"For the Sword Lord to force the Asura God to this extent— even if he were to lose—would already be sothing to take pride in."

On another stellar remnant,

Qian Renxue withdrew her gaze without expression.

Lose?

Li Zhexian would not lose.

Li Zhexian and the Asura God faced each other from a distance of a thousand ters.

Ti flowed on in silence.

The auras of both had already reached their absolute peaks.

"Asura Seven Absolutes, final form—"

The Asura God’s three heads spoke in unison, uttering ancient divine words that shook the galaxy.

"God-Slaying, Heaven-Execution — Final Blood Prison Calamity."

On the unsheathed Asura Sword, viscous shadowy radiance suddenly boiled.

The two great Authorities—Slaughter and Judgnt—fused into one, transforming into a dark purgatory that enveloped the entire star region.

Within this purgatory,

every strand of shadowy light was a blade ant to slay gods.

Every inch of space was saturated with the intent to execute the heavens.

This sword strike was not rely a technique—

it was a divine punishnt imposed upon the gods themselves, a forced finality bestowed upon all existence.

Boom!

Boom!

The divine chains of law—manifestations of the Authority of All Weapons—wrapped around the Asura Sword shattered one after another.

Space, ti, and even the attributes of existence itself all lost their aning under this ultimate strike.

Facing this sword that shattered all laws,

Li Zhexian felt an unprecedented pressure.

He drew in a deep breath,

placed the Qinglian Sword before his brow,

and gathered all his surging sword intent inward, returning it to the origin from which all things are born.

"Qinglian Sword Song, Eleventh Form—Primordial Void."

The soft words fell.

A single sword thrust followed.

Where the sword intent reached,

color, sound, energy, laws—everything that existed or did not exist—was reduced to void, returning to the Primordial Beginning.

It was a nothingness that returned all paths to their point of origin,

a primordial state where even concepts had yet to be born.

In the next instant,

the Primordial Sword Intent collided head-on with the dark purgatory.

When the Asura God’s ultimate strike entered the "void" created by the Primordial Sword Intent, it was like ice cast into a blazing furnace—its Slaughter and Judgnt Authorities were instantly assimilated.

The aftermath transford into a tide of destruction,

sweeping wildly in all directions.

Where it passed,

the void rolled and fractured in layers,

revealing behind it even more chaotic interdinsional rifts.

All the stellar remains in this cosmic graveyard were silently ground into dust.

"Retreat—now!"

The gods, who had thought themselves far enough away, turned pale and erupted with divine power, fleeing in all directions.

At the center of the battlefield,

the two combatants bore the brunt of it.

The protective divine radiance around the Asura God dimd in an instant.

He let out a muffled groan as he was blasted to the far edge of the cosmic graveyard, his towering divine body cracking inch by inch while golden-crimson divine blood sprayed out like a waterfall.

Each drop of divine blood that fell into the boundless void shattered the stellar remains it struck.

Li Zhexian was also sent flying backward, crashing through a drifting dead star before barely halting his retreat.

The sleeve on his sword-wielding right arm was completely torn apart, cracks spread across his arm, and crystalline blood seeped from the wounds, falling sowhere into the universe unknown.

And yet—

he still stood steadily in the void.

Though his white robes were stained with blood, his posture remained upright and unyielding.

Compared to the Asura God’s battered state,

Li Zhexian was undeniably far more composed.

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