Capítulo 117: Meat Shield

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"Save me."

Fang Xuan had just saved Ning Rongrong when another urgent cry for help came from behind him.

Unfortunately, this time, the one calling for help wasn't a young and beautiful lady but an old man in his fifties.

Looking up, Master's face was filled with panic as a black-robed assassin chased him around. He looked like a rat, battered and exhausted.

"Tsk, this trash."

The corner of Fang Xuan's mouth twitched. He was fighting with his life on the line while Master was dragging him down.

Master's eyes lit up as if he had found his savior when he saw Fang Xuan's figure in the vast sea of people. He led the assassin behind him and excitedly ran towards Fang Xuan.

"Save … save me."

Master was sweating profusely from exhaustion as he anxiously said.

"Okay"

Seeing Master running towards him, Fang Xuan was expressionless as he sent him flying with a kick.

Master, sent flying backward, turned into a heavy sandbag and smashed heavily toward the black-robed assassin behind him.

"Scram"

The black-robed assassin let loose a roar, and his

Four soul rings lit up as he kicked the Grandmaster back into the air.

But at this moment, Fang Xuan suddenly appeared behind Master with a whoosh. The sharpness of his Shadowless Blade tore through the air and ruthlessly pierced the black-robed assassin's neck with lightning speed.

A Soul Ancestor expert died on the spot.

"Our cooperation was excellent…"

Fang Xuan nodded in satisfaction and calmly sheathed his blade. He turned around and wanted to give Master a high five, but he didn't expect Master to be vomiting blood on the ground …

In the end, he was still a ten-thousand-year Rank 29 Soul Grandmaster. It was a miracle that the Soul Ancestor's kick didn't kill him.

Seeing this, Fang Xuan said nothing and went forward with his blade.

"Healing Light"

The Immortal Begonia activated her healing ability, and Master immediately stopped vomiting blood. His injuries were instantly healed.

"Eh … How did I recover? What an amazing ability."

Master had just been stabbed, but his face was still full of surprise and disbelief.

"Too bad, too bad. This person is using Master as a human shield. He's really bad."

Ning Rongrong watched the entire process from the side. Her heart felt cold. She looked at Fang Xuan as if she was looking at a black-hearted little devil!

Master crawled up from the ground in a sorry state.

Before catching his breath, he saw the four soul rings floating around Fang Xuan's body: purple, purple, purple, and black. He immediately cried out.

"Impossible! This, this, this … this is impossible."

Compared to Fang Xuan hiding his strength, that pitch-black ten-thousand-year soul ring had an even more significant impact on Maestro. It was simply a devastating impact.

How could the fourth soul ring be black?

According to his research, the fourth soul ring should be five thousand years old. Only the fifth soul ring could absorb ten-thousand-year soul rings and above. This was the most significant difference in strength between a Soul Ancestor and a Soul King.

But now, Fang Xuan's fourth soul ring was a ten-thousand-year soul ring. This was too unimaginable. He felt as if his theory had been torn to pieces.

"Impossible! How could your fourth soul ring be a ten thousand-year soul ring? This doesn't conform to my theory."

Master's face was shocked as he looked at Fang Xuan's sparkling ten-thousand-year soul ring. Fang Xuan: "Theory … my ass!"

Master: "…"

Ning Rongrong: "…"

That's right, Fang Xuan really couldn't hold it in anymore. He directly cursed at Master. What kind of time is this, and you're still talking about theory? It's OK if you can't help, but don't add to the trouble, okay?

He was speechless. He looked up and saw that Tang San and the others had been beaten to a pulp and were about to die.

"Hey! Your disciple is about to die. I think you should at least help collect his corpse. Don't talk about theory anymore. This is a world of fists, don't you know?"

The genius theorist Master was at a loss. He couldn't understand what Fang Xuan was talking about at all. But when he followed the latter's gaze, he saw that Tang San and the others had been beaten up miserably. His eyes immediately turned red.

"Xiao San!!!"

Master's eyes were red. He rushed toward Tang San and the others like a madman. His speed was even faster than Fang Xuan's. Clearly, a person could erupt with exceptional strength in a desperate situation.

In his heart, Tang San was like his own son. He entrusted his theories and dreams to him. Now, he saw that Tang San was seriously injured and on the verge of death.

Master's head immediately buzzed. He desperately ran toward Tang San and the others …

But what can you do even if you run over? Are you in a hurry to die?

Fang Xuan was depressed. He quickly followed him with his sword. Ning Rongrong, on the other hand, was like a little tail that couldn't be shaken off. She grabbed the corner of Fang Xuan's clothes tightly and never left his side.

Looking at the Little Witch looking at him pitifully, Fang Xuan was too embarrassed to kick her away like Master. Instead, he directly carried her on his shoulder and ran forward like the wind.

… …

When the Emperor and Shrek teams were seriously injured and about to be wiped out by the Bloodwolves, Fang Xuan aggressively rushed over with his sword. His black and white swords were unstoppable as he fought with the group of Soul Ancestors.

"Of the Seven Treasures, the first one is strength. The second one is speed."

Ning Rongrong held a crystal pagoda and silently chanted a soul incantation. Rays of rainbow-colored light were projected onto Fang Xuan's body, buffing his attributes.

The Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda's amplification effect gradually intensified as the soul master's rank increased. She was currently only ranked 27.

When she used the first and second soul skills of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, she could only increase Fang Xuan's attributes by about 30%.

However, this was more than enough.

Fang Xuan's strength was already near-invincible in the Soul Ancestor realm. With the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda's amplification, his strength skyrocketed.

Golden force gushed out from his body like a pillar, emitting a suffocating pressure.

"Damn it! It's this brat again."

"This guy has killed more than ten of our brothers."

"Brothers, let's kill this guy together."

When the Blood Wolf Assassins saw Fang Xuan coming for them, they were instantly enraged.

Not long ago, Fang Xuan had killed more than ten of their members by himself. Originally, they wanted to eliminate this group of rabbits before besieging Fang Xuan. Who would have thought he would take the initiative to deliver himself to their doorstep?

The next moment, the black-robed assassins gave up on continuing to attack Tang San and the others. All of them changed their target and attacked Fang Xuan with murderous intent. They were ready to join forces to kill Fang Xuan.

Fang Xuan's eyes were cold as he looked at the numerous Soul Ancestor experts coming for him. His expression was calm and without fear. He silently awakened the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul in his body, causing the terrifying power of thunder to surge out endlessly.

Blue electric arcs jumped around his body. The pitch-black Void Breaker was covered with electricity like a blade of thunder, emitting an aura of endless destruction.

"Lightning Sword-Drawing Technique: Lightning Flash"

Two cold rays of light shot out from Fang Xuan's eyes. The void breaker suddenly swung out, turning into a seven-meter-long lightning blade that mightily slashed toward the Blood Wolf Assassins.

With the boost from Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, Fang Xuan's already powerful Lightning Sword-Drawing Technique's attack power increased by a notch. This slash was mighty and domineering, drowning all of the black-robed assassins!

"No! Don't"

"I don't want to die."

"Ah —"

Miserable screams rang out one after another. The nine black-robed assassins' faces were filled with terror.

They were annihilated under the endless blade of light without the slightest ability to resist. Their bodies were smashed to pieces, and they died on the spot.