Capítulo 255: Strongest Under Titled Rank
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Present - Slaughter City arc completed.
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"The Pope's Palace … was destroyed again."
Everyone's faces were filled with shock as they gradually became petrified. The Pope's Palace, which had just been built not long ago, was destroyed again by Fang Xuan. Many people felt dizzy. This was the Pope's Palace, the symbol of the Spirit Hall's authority, not some shabby house.
In a month, the Pope's Palace, which symbolized the supreme dignity of the Spirit Hall, was destroyed twice in a row by the same person. Was the world going to change?
In the past, who dared to challenge the authority of the Spirit Hall like this?
Even the two Empires and the seven major sects wouldn't dare. But now, Fang Xuan did it right under Pope Bibi Dong's nose.
"Damn it. Fang Xuan, I'm going to kill you. "
Pope Bibi Dong was furious. She punched across the air. The terrifying power contained in the punch shattered the void and crashed into the ground like a black comet. However, the punch was still in the air when a blood-red sword aura broke it. It turned into an endless bang of light and burst into flames in the air.
"Bang."
The sky trembled with the sound of an explosion. Luo Xuanchen waved his sword in time to block Bibi Dong's attack. The Pope was angry and annoyed, but she couldn't hurt Fang Xuan. She could only stare at him.
Luo Xuanchen was too strong. He quickly fought against the ten titled battle pet warriors of the Spirit Hall.
Concept, Life and Death Reincarnation Concept, First-level. Fang Xuan was excited. After countless trials, his idea had finally reached the first level. The sword he wielded with the Reincarnation Concept was mighty.
The sword annihilated many mighty warriors of the Spirit Hall, including the Guardian Knights, the Black Deacons, and the red-robed Bishops. There were as many as three to four hundred people. Even the Pope's Palace was turned into ashes and scattered with the wind.
At this time, Fang Xuan was finally exhausted. He had used up all his soul power, and even standing was difficult. His black hair was stained with blood, and his robe was torn. He looked very miserable, but his back was straight.
A gentle breeze lifted the blood-stained black hair in front of his forehead, revealing eyes as bright as stars. Fang Xuan was bathed in blood. Holding the black sword in his hand, he stood alone on the ruins of the Pope's Palace. Thousands of Spirit Hall experts glared at him, but no one dared to step forward.
Everyone was intimidated by the peerless fighting spirit burning fiercely, and they all revealed looks of fear. It was as if the person standing in front of them was not a heavily injured person who was on the verge of death but an undefeatable God of War, causing countless people to tremble with fear.
"Suppressing all the heroes of the Spirit Hall by himself, how bold is that."
Many people gasped as they saw a shocking scene. Fang Xuan was standing on the ruins of the Pope's Palace with a long sword. Thousands of Guardian Knights surrounded him, but he did not move. No one around him dared to make a move.
Not long ago, Fang Xuan had been imprisoned and was on the verge of death. Now, he had used only his aura to intimidate the Spirit Hall's experts. This kind of aura was terrific. This was a peerless fighting spirit that had emerged from the slaughter of thousands of soldiers and horses.
"The most powerful person below the Title rank." Someone shouted first. Gradually, the audience went into an uproar. People from all over the world had come to watch Fang Xuan's execution, witnessing this glorious moment in history.
Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Right then, a passionate and beautiful woman walked out from among Spirit Hall's team. Her pink hair was draped over her shoulders, her facial features charming, and her body captivating. She was like a peerless enchantress.
However, her delicate face was covered with frost. The smile she used to have was gone. Hu Liena drifted over and stared coldly at the blood-drenched figure. She felt a little conflicted, but she didn't attack her target. Her five soul rings flickered with moving lights as she charged toward Fang Xuan aggressively.
Fang Xuan was startled when she saw the young lady charging him. He quickly raised his left hand and activated the Soul Bone skill of his Bloody Devouring Left Arm Bone. A pitch-black devouring black hole with a diameter of three feet unfolded and quickly dispelled Hu Liena's attack. Then, his blood-stained left hand grabbed the girl's punch. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free.
"Do you want to die …?"
A pair of blood-red eyes stared coldly at Hu Liena. There was no emotion in those eyes. That bone-chilling voice caused the young lady's delicate body to tremble slightly. Fang Xuan's body was glowing with a demonic light. He couldn't suppress the bloodthirsty impulse in his heart. Thousands of evil voices were screaming in his head to tear her apart and kill her. He almost lost control of his murderous intent.
After countless slaughters, his eyes had already gone red from killing, and his emotions were volatile. His expression was slightly deranged, like a mad asura that had gone mad. He destroyed everything in his path.
"Fang Xuan … You … You …" Hu Liena gritted her teeth, looking at the cold young man before her. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something but couldn't. She calmed down quickly and said in a low voice, "I'm from the Spirit Hall."
Fang Xuan's eyes were cold and emotionless. He just stared at Hu Liena and didn't say a word. They had no hostility, but they stood on different sides. This battle was unavoidable.
"My brother … Did you kill him? I want to hear from you. " Hu Liena bit her red lips. Her charming eyes gradually sharpened. She stared at Fang Xuan without blinking. Her expression was unprecedentedly serious.
"That's not important. If you want to kill me, you have to be prepared to be killed by me. Otherwise, get lost …" Fang Xuan said coldly.
"Damn it." Hu Liena was successfully infuriated by Fang Xuan. Her fifth soul ring lit up. She clenched her hand into a fist. The wind from her fist tore through the air, and the first energy swept through the void. Wrapped in a terrifying power, she punched at Fang Xuan.
"Boom."
Fang Xuan punched Hu Liena's abdomen with his right fist like a cannonball, and the girl was directly sent flying. After flying for more than ten meters, Hu Liena's face was pale. Blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. She fell powerlessly under a tree and passed out on the spot. Fang Xuan had killed countless people, but he clearly distinguished between kindness and hatred. He hated the Spirit Hall, but in the end, he couldn't kill the girl who had saved his life. He chose to knock her out with one punch.
At the same time, the battle in the sky had finally reached its climax.
"Roar"
At the top of the sky, Luo Xuanchen let out a long roar that shook the sun, the moon, and the stars. Around him were the corpses of gods and demons. Above his head, countless stars were shattered and reformed. It was a horrifying scene of destruction. Those were the gods who had once shed blood under this demonic blade.
Luo Xuanchen's eyes were cold. He finally displayed the true power of the demonic blade. The blood-red blade, about one meter long, suddenly expanded to more than a hundred meters long, like an unparalleled wicked blade that lay across the void. A billowing demonic aura burst out, and 100,000 demon soldiers roared. The shadows of the gods who had once fallen under the wicked blade appeared, and the horrifying power swept across all directions.
"Spirit Hall, lose."
The blood-red demonic blade pierced through the sky and turned into a long river of blade aura that spanned hundreds of meters. It wildly slashed toward Pope Bibi Dong and the other Titled Douluo of the Spirit Hall.
"This … This is … the aura of a god."
At this moment, Pope Bibi Dong turned pale with fright. She felt the aura of death from the demonic blade. She fully unleashed the power of her Twin Martial Souls. The scarlet light of her ninth soul ring was pushed to the limit, ready to resist this world-destroying blade. The other Titled Douluo also detonated the soul power in their bodies and used all their skills to fight the horrifying blood-red blade river.
"Boom"
With a thunderous roar, the world trembled. The sky cracked, the earth collapsed, and a terrifying murderous storm swept out like a violent storm, sweeping across all directions.
"Ah …"
The next moment, Pope Bibi Dong screamed. Her body collapsed, and blood flowed out. She rolled out in a sorry state. The other nine Douluo were all seriously injured and were on the verge of death. One blade defeated the ten Titled Douluo of the Spirit Hall. The world was shocked.
Luo Xuanchen's white hair danced in the wind, and his eyes were deep. He raised the demonic blade that was still dripping blood and locked onto the ancient and mysterious Worship Hall at the end of the distance. That domineering voice came out of his mouth again.
"Qian Daoliu, come out and fight."
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