บท 262: End of a Peerless Swordsman
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Present - Slaughter City arc completed.
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"Hiss, So painful. Am I still alive?"
In a muddle-headed state, Fang Xuan struggled to crawl out from under a huge rock. His entire body was in intense pain, and blood was flowing out. He was unfortunately struck by a peerless killing intent, and his body collapsed on the spot, almost dying. A battle of this level was simply too terrifying. Just being hit by a strand of aura almost caused him to bleed on the spot.
"I didn't expect the final collision between the two of them to be so terrifying."
Looking at the devastated ground, Fang Xuan had a lingering fear. He sat cross-legged in the ruins and silently urged the Immortal Begonia to tidy up his body and heal his injuries.
The surroundings were a mess. The main hall had collapsed, the walls had collapsed, and the entire square was burning. The smell of gunpowder filled the air. The ground was littered with corpses and blood flowed into a river. It was like hell on earth.
Bibi Dong, Hu Liena, and the other experts of the Spirit Hall were all heavily injured. Their robes were stained with blood and they were in a sorry state. They were scattered around the square and were meditating to heal their injuries.
The final battle between the Qian Daoliu and Luo Xuanchen was too terrifying. Almost everyone present was affected, and the entire plaza was destroyed. Everyone was injured, big and small, and some of the weaker ones even died.
"By the way, how's the battle? Who won?."
At this moment, everyone suddenly thought of the earth-shattering battle in the sky. They were puzzled and looked up.
Fang Xuan was most concerned about Luo Xuanchen's situation. He was the first to lock onto Luo Xuanchen's figure.
Luo Xuanchen floated quietly in the air with his white hair and robes fluttering. He held the demon blade in his hand and his eyes were calm. His temperament was still indifferent and carefree as if he was not injured at all.
"Fortunately, he's fine" Seeing that Luo Xuanchen was unharmed, Fang Xuan could not help but heave a sigh of relief. His hanging heart was finally at ease.
Drip. Drip. Blood dripped from the sky.
Fang Xuan was slightly stunned. He suddenly noticed that Luo Xuanchen was bleeding heavily. It was like a stream falling from the sky and dyeing a pure flower on the ground.
"This is …" Shifting his gaze slightly, Fang Xuan's pupils trembled violently. He was shocked to discover that the left half of Luo Xuanchen's body had disappeared.
His left arm, along with half of his chest, had been completely incinerated. There was still a wisp of True Sun Flame left at the wound. Half of his body seemed to have been sliced apart by a sword. Only half of his body was left, empty and terrifying.
Qian Daoliu also suffered a devastating blow. His chest was pierced through by the demonic blade, and a palm-sized bloody hole appeared. Even his heart was crushed, and blood gushed out like a fountain. In that shocking collision, Luo Xuanchen's saber pierced through Qian Daoliu's chest, and Qian Daolius's sword shattered half of Luo Xuanchen's body. In the end, the two of them … died together.
The whole place was dead silent.
"No. No. How could this be? " Fang Xuan's eyes were red, unable to accept this result.
In the sky, Luo Xuanchen was like a flame that could be extinguished at any time. His life force was quickly fading away, but he did not show any fear or reluctance. Instead, a relieved smile appeared on his blood-stained face. He looked so relaxed, indifferent, and joyful.
He had been wandering and fleeing his entire life. He had always lived under the shadow of the Spirit Hall. He had been in danger many times and was on the verge of death, but he had always survived and escaped. After going through so many ups and downs, the only belief that supported his life was revenge. He wanted to defeat the invincible Martial Spirit Hall's Great Consecrator, Qian Daoliu. Today, he had finally done it.
Luo Xuanchen let out a long breath and looked calmly at Qian Daoliu opposite him. He swept his gaze across the hideous bloody hole in his chest and could not help but smile. He had suffered a sword strike from Qian Daoliu, and his demonic blade had also shattered Qian Daoliu's heart, extinguishing all of his life force. It was also a divine artifact that contained the destructive power of a divine rank. This destructive power was not only physical but also mental and spiritual. The two of them were powerless. But in the face of death, he did not show any fear. He looked very calm and indifferent. Yes, he had avenged his family, washed away his humiliation, and killed his enemy.
Luo Xuanchen had no more worries in this life. He could finally let go of the hatred and pain in his heart.
"Little Madman, my journey has come to an end. The rest of the road … You can walk alone." At this time, Luo Xuanchen lowered his head and looked at the gloomy Fang Xuan below him. He smiled gently at the latter.
"No, I have a divine healing skill. I can cure you."
Fang Xuan was a little sad. He clenched his fists and refused to accept the reality that Crazy 'Ole was about to die. He urged the Immortal Begonia with all his strength and activated his Martial Soul True Body. He crazily poured life force into Crazy' Ole in an attempt to repair the latter's broken body.
But he failed.
The True Sun Fire released by the Angelic Sacred Sword could burn everything. It had already shattered all of Crazy 'Ole's life force in an instant.
Fang Xuan was silent.
"Great Consecrator" When the people of the Martial Spirit Palace saw the hideous bloody hole in Qian Daoliu's chest and his empty chest, they were all shocked. Sorrowful cries sounded one after another as if the sky had collapsed.
"Hmph, are they all dead? Very good." Noticing Qian Daoliu and Luo Xuanchen, who had perished together in the sky, Pope Bibi Dong was the first to react. This was the best result for her. She snorted coldly and swept her gaze across the square. She quickly locked onto Fang Xuan's position. Her eyes were surging with murderous intent. She ordered the Martial Spirit Palace experts around her, "Luo Xuanchen is dead. Men, kill Fang Xuan for me."
Now that Luo Xuanchen was dead, only Fang Xuan was left to go against the Spirit Hall. Without Luo Xuanchen's protection, they could take the opportunity to eliminate the root of the problem and kill Fang Xuan.
"Kill." Pope Bibi Dong led the ten Titled Douluo and countless elites of the Spirit Hall to kill Fang Xuan. Terrifying murderous intent swept across heaven and earth as if it wanted to tear Fang Xuan apart.
"Boom."
Murderous intent surged in all directions. Fang Xuan's expression was gloomy. Looking at the overwhelming number of Spirit Hall experts rushing in from all directions, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It seemed that he still couldn't escape today. He was a little desperate and quietly waited for death to descend.
At this moment, he heard a hurried air-piercing sound. Fang Xuan was slightly stunned. He saw that the Demon Blade, Red Rain, was swooping down toward him at lightning speed. Before he could react, he was wrapped up by the Demon Blade and soared into the sky. It turned into a blood-red rainbow and flew across the void. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the distant horizon.
"Little lunatic, my journey has ended, but your journey has just begun. Finally, let me send you on your way …"
Looking at Fang Xuan who disappeared into the distance, Luo Xuanchen couldn't help but reveal a gratified smile. He used the last of his divine power to send Fang Xuan away with the Demon Blade and escape the pursuit of Bibi Dong and the others. After exhausting all of his strength, Luo Xuanchen was bold and unrestrained. He laughed loudly at the sky. His body exploded and turned into an endless universe of light that drifted with the wind. A peerless swordsman of a generation had fallen just like that. He had ended in glory. This was the best ending that Luo Xuanchen had chosen for himself.
"Damn it. That bastard flew away again …" Bibi Dong and the people of the Spirit Hall were furious, but they could only be angry. They couldn't do anything to Fang Xuan who had escaped.
In the end, only Qian Daoliu was left in the sky. His chest was bleeding, and his life force was rapidly disappearing. Soon, he would die like Luo Xuanchen. But he couldn't die. He still had unfinished business to do. He still had unfulfilled wishes in this world.
In the end, Qian Daoliu used the supreme divine power of the Angelic Holy Sword to seal his wound and forcefully hang on to his last breath. He didn't die, but he couldn't hold on for long. Qian Daoliu's eyes were filled with determination. Becoming a god at the hundred level was his lifelong wish. Due to his talent and fate, he couldn't take that final step in the end, so he could only entrust his wish to become a god to his granddaughter, Qian Renxue.
"I can't die before I witness Little Xue become a god with my own eyes …" A resolute voice sounded. Qian Daoliu stepped into the air and disappeared in a flash, returning to the most mysterious Consecration Hall.
Not long after, news of today's earth-shattering battle spread throughout the entire Douluo Continent, causing an uproar all over the world. The glorious end of two Ultimate Douluo. The criminal Fang Xuan who had been publicly executed had escaped. Countless experts of the Spirit Hall had died. They had suffered heavy losses.
Shocking news spread out one after another, causing the entire continent to be in turmoil. Many people were shocked, but they were also worried about the future of the continent. A storm was brewing and the future of the Douluo Continent … Who knew how many bloody storms there would be?
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