Capítulo 233: Bibi Dong Makes a Move
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"Kill. Kill. Kill."
Fang Xuan entered a berserk state. His entire body was bathed in blood as he brandished his sword wildly, slaughtering countless Palace Protectors. He was like a mad demon, his aura surging like a rainbow, sweeping everything before him, causing countless people to tremble in fear.
He was heavily injured as well. Sword wounds, arrow wounds, burns, and frost. His flesh was torn apart, and his bones were shattered. There wasn't a single part of his body that wasn't injured.
Half an hour had passed since the battle began before the Pontiff's Palace. Fang Xuan had killed a total of one hundred and twenty Paladins, thirty deacons, and three cardinals. Killing these people had given him a total of three million points.
Amid the slaughter, Fang Xuan's level soared madly.
Level 58. Level 59. Level 60. Level 61. Level 62.
Although Fang Xuan's entire body was drenched in blood and covered in wounds, the more he fought, the braver he became. The more he killed, the stronger he became. His Soul Power soared by five ranks, leaping from Level 57 to Level 62. His aura became increasingly tyrannical, causing countless people to tremble in fear.
"What's going on? This guy"
"His force seems to be getting stronger."
"What's going on? Can't Fang Xuan be killed?!"
The powerhouses of the Martial Soul Hall were astonished. He was only a teenager, but he was able to slaughter the most elite Guardian Knights of the Martial Soul Hall. He had killed more than a hundred people, including three red-robed bishops who were Soul Sages. Compared to Fang Xuan's strength, Fang Xuan's ability to improve through battle was even more shocking to the Spirit Hall.
"Ah. Die."
Fang Xuan's eyes were bloodshot, and his black hair was dyed red with blood. He raised the Shadowless and pierced through a Peak Soul Emperor of the Spirit Hall. Then, he waved his sword, and a murderous sword aura gushed out, tearing the Peak Soul Emperor apart.
"Rumble!="
The void suddenly trembled. Pope Bibi Dong's eyes suddenly opened, and two blood-red lightning bolts were released from his eyes. His killing intent soared to the heavens, piercing through the sky and slamming into Fang Xuan's body.
"Crack"
At this moment, Fang Xuan's body rumbled as if a heavy tank had hit him. More than half of his bones shattered, and two black, bloody holes appeared in his chest as if a sharp sword had pierced through it.
Hiss.
Fang Xuan was suffocating from the pain. He lost consciousness in an instant and was knocked away by the killing intent of a titled battle pet warrior. Fang Xuan rolled on the ground for over a hundred meters before he fell to the ground. He was on the verge of death.
He was utterly helpless against a Titled Douluo's attack.
"Ahem. Ahem. Is this the power of a Titled Douluo?"
Stubbornly raising his blood-stained face, Fang Xuan gritted his teeth and looked at the cold and elegant figure. His heart gradually sank to the bottom.
The elegant and beautiful figure walked down from the stage step by step. At this moment, the Titled Douluo, who were fighting in the sky, and the Guardian Knights, who were fighting on the ground, all stopped at the same time. They all turned to look at the beautiful, authoritative, and ferocious figure.
The world froze.
"Heavens, the Pope is making a move."
The crowd couldn't help but scream. No one thought that Pope Bibi Dong would personally deal with Fang Xuan. The entire crowd was in an uproar. The Pope of the Spirit Hall was making a move. This was a once-in-a-decade event. Many people were excited. However, when they calmed down, they were shocked. Her Highness, the Pope was personally dealing with Fang Xuan. From this, it could be seen that this high and mighty Empress attached great importance to the latter.
Bibi Dong was finally unable to sit still as she gazed at Fang Xuan, who grew stronger as the battle progressed. Under countless stunned gazes, she walked gracefully to the square where the intense battle occurred. Her icy, cold, and emotionless eyes stared coldly at the miserable figure that was lying paralyzed on the ground. She opened her mouth and said, "Fang Xuan, I will give you one last chance. Submit or die?"
"Hahahaha ..."
Who would have thought that Fang Xuan would suddenly burst into laughter in the face of one of the most influential people on this continent, the Pope of the Spirit Hall? He coughed up blood and laughed. His laughter was full of determination.
"It's my honor to exchange blows with Her Highness the Pope. Even if I die, I can smile in the underworld."
Fang Xuan grinned and struggled to get up from the ground. However, his body was still swaying like a straw in the wind. A gust of wind would blow him to the ground, and he would never be able to get up again.
The Shadowless Blade was inserted into the ground at an angle to support his body, on the verge of destruction. Fang Xuan raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. His eyes had no joy or sorrow, only a calmness that saw through life and death. He calmly looked at Bibi Dong, who was only a hundred meters away. Suddenly, he smiled indifferently and pulled out his blade,
"Come."
"I admire your courage and your talent, but..."
At this point, Bibi Dong suddenly changed her tone and revealed her killing intent, "I'll use my strength to let you know what it means to overestimate yourself."
The moment her words fell, a mocking expression appeared on her face. With a flick of her finger, a black wave of light pierced through the void like a lightning bolt. It carried an incomparably terrifying might as it wildly attacked Fang Xuan.
At this point in the plot, Bibi Dong had already secretly received the inheritance of the Rakshasa God. Furthermore, her soul power had reached Rank 99 many years ago. She was invincible after Tang Chen.
Although she could not use her full strength due to the restrictions of the Rakshasa Jiu Kao, her usual state was maintained at a Rank 95 Hyper Douluo standard. Coupled with the fact that she had a hundred-thousand-year soul ring, her strength could be said to be devastating.
Even Dugu Bo could not withstand this casual attack, let alone Fang Xuan, who was only ranked 62.
"Ah…"
Fang Xuan gritted his teeth. His black hair danced wildly as he let out a thunderous roar. He wildly activated all the remaining soul power in his body. His blood was boiling.
Blue Emperor Killing Array, Slaughtering Blade Aura, Unity of Sword and Spirit.
Fang Xuan used all his trump cards and turned them into his most robust blade. He forcefully slashed out a snow-white blade light over ten meters long. It traversed the void and slashed toward the black wave of light head-on.
However, he was defeated. He was sent flying by Bibi Dong's finger. He could not resist at all. He directly smashed into the outer wall from the center of the square. A pile of mud and bricks buried him. He gradually lost all signs of life, as if he had died.
"Dead. This Fang Xuan is most likely dead."
Seeing this scene, many people trembled with fear. Fang Xuan took a direct hit from Pope Bibi Dong's finger. Even if he had nine lives, he could not withstand it.
"Damn it"
The Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, Dugu Bo, and the others fighting fiercely in the sky saw Fang Xuan being sent flying by Bibi Dong. Their expressions were very ugly. They wanted to help Fang Xuan, but their opponents firmly entangled them in front of them. They could not escape at all.
"Your Holiness, you are a person of virtue and prestige. Don't you think bullying a junior like this is too much?"
Ning Fengzhi's expression was a little ugly. The moment Bibi Dong made his move, it meant that Fang Xuan was doomed. Everyone present could not resist the Pope of the Martial Spirit Hall, who had a hundred-thousand-year soul ring.
"Sect Master Ning, I advise you to stay there obediently. Although you are the world's number one auxiliary Soul Master, you are only an auxiliary Soul Master. If it weren't for the fact that you once saved Na Na and the others, I can't guarantee that you would still be standing there immaculately."
Bibi Dong's undisguised threat made Ning Fengzhi's body tremble. His expression instantly darkened.
Although he was the Sect Master of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect and enjoyed the reputation of being the world's number one auxiliary Soul Master, he was nothing in front of Bibi Dong's overwhelming strength.
He could easily crush him with a finger if Bibi Dong wanted to. This was a world of strength.
"Ai, I'm sorry, Fang Xuan. I can't help you. Whether you live or die depends on your luck." Ning Fengzhi shook his head and sighed. He chose to remain silent.
Bibi Dong walked unhurriedly towards the pile of ruins, ready to give Fang Xuan the final blow.
"Fang Xuan Run"
The members of the Emperor Team cried out in grief. However, their strength was limited, and they could not help Fang Xuan.
"This is the end…"
Bibi Dong was halfway there when he suddenly squatted down and raised his jade-like hand to aim at the pile of ruins. Powerful black Soul Power quickly condensed in his palm, ready to blast Fang Xuan and the pile of ruins into smithereens.
"Fang Xuan, you should feel honored to die by my hands. Rest in peace."
The pitch-black Soul Power light wave was filled with a destructive aura. It majestically crossed the void and swallowed the pile of ruins.
"Boom..."
Just as Bibi Dong's attack was about to hit the pile of ruins, a blood-red bolt of lightning suddenly shot out and escaped from the terrifying attack.
The pile of ruins was reduced to ashes, leaving behind a five-meter-deep hole in the ground.
However, next to the deep hole was a ragged figure in ragged clothes.
His black hair was messy, his robes were tattered, his body was covered in blood, and his body was covered in wounds. It could be said that it was a miracle that this person was still alive.
However, his back was still straight and upright.
"Fang Xuan is still alive."
Everyone was shocked. This was too inconceivable. A mere Soul Emperor could take two consecutive attacks from the pope and not die. If this news were to spread, it would shock the entire continent.
"Hmph, he's quite lucky."
Pope Bibi Dong snorted coldly, her eyebrows knitting together. Her lips curled into a playful smile as she stared indifferently at the bloodied figure on the verge of death. She sneered, "However, he's only struggling powerlessly. Pitiful ant."
"Struggling? Haha, well said. Life and hope are born from struggle. Today, I'll see if I can carve out a bloody path in Spirit City."
Fang Xuan laughed loudly, and a trace of madness surged in his eyes. The black soul tool ring suddenly lit up, and four immortal herbs appeared out of thin air. Dense immortal energy filled the air, and colorful clouds filled the air. They released an astonishing fragrance that made countless people drool.
In the next moment, under the astonished gazes of Bibi Dong and everyone present, Fang Xuan stuffed the four immortal herbs into his mouth and swallowed them directly into his stomach.
The surging medicinal power erupted like boiling lava...
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