Capítulo 231: Disciple of Blade Duoluo
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"I believe you."
The girl's clear voice was filled with an indescribable determination. It rang out from the center of the square and reached everyone's ears. Everyone was stunned.
Even Fang Xuan was stunned by Hu Liena's reply and extremely surprised.
They didn't have much of a friendship. Just a moment ago, the two of them had fought with all their might. He was lucky that Hu Liena didn't frame him. He didn't expect her to speak up for him.
"Nana, what nonsense are you talking about?" Bibi Dong frowned. She was very dissatisfied with Hu Liena's answer.
"Teacher, I'm not speaking up for Fang Xuan. I feel that there's something fishy about this matter. I want to avenge my brother and my dead companions. I want to find the real murderer. I don't want to find a random scapegoat and kill him." Hu Liena looked at Bibi Dong seriously. "I'm in pain, but I think the murderer is someone else."
Bibi Dong's face was gloomy. She didn't expect her favorite disciple to ruin her plans at this critical moment. Her expression was sad as she said coldly, "Nana, you've been deceived by this brat's flowery words."
She raised her hand and stopped Hu Liena, who was about to explain herself. The corners of her lips curled up into a dangerous arc. Her cold gaze landed on Fang Xuan, and her eyes gradually turned sharp. "Reason? Then I'll give you this reason."
Clap! Clap! Pope Bibi Dong clapped her hands lightly. A tall man in his forties strode onto the stage like a gust of wind.
His black hair was thick, and his figure was tall and imposing. He was as strong as a black bear, and his eyebrows seemed to have been extremely sharp and polished by sand. His eyes burned fiercely like torches as he stared unwaveringly at Fang Xuan below the stage.
"Little bastard, do you still remember me?" The middle-aged man sneered. He looked at Fang Xuan with eyes full of hatred.
Mu Hong, Fang Xuan's pupils contracted. He was very shocked.
This middle-aged man was Soul King Mu Hong, who had once joined the Blood Douluo in attacking Crazy 'Ole. That night, he had stabbed Mu Hong in the heart, so he should've killed him. How had he come back to life?!
"You must be curious about why I'm still alive, right? Hahahaha, I'm not afraid to tell you that my martial soul, Xuanwu, has an innate soul skill called the Tortoise Breathing Technique. It allows a soul master to enter a state of suspended animation and escape a calamity. With the help of the Tortoise Breathing Technique, I was lucky enough to survive."
At this point, Mu Hong gave Fang Xuan a cruel smile and said in a low voice, "So you're very unlucky. Only death awaits you."
Fang Xuan's heart was in turmoil, but his face was calm and undisturbed. He calmly played dumb. "I'm sorry, I don't even know you, and I don't know what you're talking about."
The only thing he could do now was to play dumb.
Although it might be useless, it was better to pretend first.
"Everyone, let me introduce you. This is the new platinum bishop of the Martial Spirit Hall — Mu Hong."
Bibi Dong introduced the middle-aged man to everyone as he recounted the past. "This Bishop Mu Hong once followed a titled elder of the Martial Spirit Hall to hunt down a traitor of the Spirit Hall. Unfortunately, almost all of them were wiped out, and only Mu Hong managed to escape."
Hearing this, everyone was astonished. Someone who could kill a Titled Douluo must be a Titled Douluo. It seemed like the person who the Martial Spirit Hall hunted down had a robust background.
"That day, the person who assisted the traitor and killed thirteen powerful individuals of the Spirit Hall, including a Titled Douluo, was Fang Xuan."
As soon as these words were spoken, it was earth-shattering.
"What, Fang Xuan? Killed a Titled Douluo? How is that possible?!"
Hearing this news, many people were shocked. They didn't expect Fang Xuan to have a blood feud with the Spirit Hall long ago. Was that why he poisoned the geniuses of the Spirit Hall in today's competition?!
If that was the case, everything might make sense. Fang Xuan had a grudge against the Spirit Hall, so he had enough reason to assassinate Evil Moon and other geniuses of the Spirit Hall.
Bibi Dong took in everyone's reaction. With a satisfied expression, he continued to recount Fang Xuan's crimes. "This Fang Xuan not only poisoned the disciples of the Spirit Hall today. Two years ago, he killed many powerful individuals in the Spirit Hall. He has a deep grudge against the Spirit Hall. That's why he poisoned and assassinated the elites of the Martial Spirit Hall in today's competition. And this new platinum bishop of the Spirit Hall, Mu Hong, was almost killed by Fang Xuan. He can testify to all of this."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Hong took a step forward. Facing the audience, he suddenly tore open his shirt, revealing his firm and muscular chest.
"Everyone, please take a look. This is the knife Fang Xuan used almost to kill me."
On his chest, there was a ghastly scar. It was about three inches long and looked extremely terrifying, causing many of the audience to suck in a breath of cold air.
Bibi Dong and Mu Hong played the good and bad cop, gradually pushing Fang Xuan into a bottomless abyss. Many people believed them.
"Today, I must expose Fang Xuan's true identity. He is the prince of the Heaven Dou Empire and the disciple of the heinous traitor of the Spirit Hall — Blade Douluo Luo Xuanchen."
"The disciple of the traitor of the Martial Spirit Hall? I see. Because Fang Xuan is the disciple of the traitor of the Spirit Hall, he was ordered by his master to take revenge on the Spirit Hall. In this case, it is reasonable for him to poison Xie You and the others."
Everyone was discussing spiritedly. Their gazes toward Fang Xuan gradually turned cold. They were full of disdain and contempt, as if they were looking at a despicable murderer.
In front of Bibi Dong's high-level propaganda and the supreme authority symbolizing justice, Fang Xuan was dragged down from his pedestal step by step. He fell from the champion to a despicable murderer and was reviled by countless people.
Everyone was pointing fingers at him!
"Hahahaha …" Suddenly, Fang Xuan laughed. His laughter was very calm. There was neither hatred nor anger. There was only a kind of determination to face death.
"Your Holiness, you've said so much. Aren't you just trying to pin the death penalty on me? Don't waste your breath. If you want my life, then come." He snorted coldly. He was fearless. He took out the white knife, Shadowless, from his spatial ring. He was ready to fight to the death with the Martial Spirit Hall.
"Little bastard, I don't need the Supreme Pontiff to deal with you. I alone am enough." At this moment, Mu Hong had a cruel smile as he walked down from the stage. He faced Fang Xuan and said, "Back then, you killed me with a single slash of your blade. You were so arrogant that I barely managed to survive. Thanks to you, my soul power cultivation has broken through to become a Soul Sage. Don't you think this is heaven's will for me to meet you so soon? Today, I will kill you with my own hands to avenge this blood feud."
Seven bright rings of light rose from under Mu Hong's feet the moment he finished speaking. He activated his Martial Soul True Body and became a giant human-shaped Xuanwu Tortoise. He waved his Majestic Divine Fist and charged toward Fang Xuan wildly.
"Little bastard, go to hell," Mu Hong laughed sinisterly. He charged toward Fang Xuan like a bolt of lightning. His Majestic Divine Fist tore through the void and smashed on Fang Xuan's head.
"Drawing Sword " At this moment, the Shadowless was suddenly unsheathed. It turned into a bolt of white lightning and cleansed the void. It cut Mu Hong in half at the waist. The blood-red knife aura burned wildly. The knife aura was unstoppable. It turned into countless blades and tore Mu Hong's body into pieces in mid-air.
Fang Xuan quickly killed a Soul Sage. He was smashed to pieces and died on the spot.
Everyone was shocked.
"Who's next? Come to me if you want my life. Killing one is enough. Killing two is a profit."
In front of the Supreme Pontiff's Palace, the black-haired youth who was bathed in blood held a three-foot-long knife in his hand. He looked bold and unrestrained. He was about to challenge the most potent force in the Douluo Continent.
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