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Domineering Blade.
This was a name that once shook the world. Everyone knew about it. Domineering Blade swept through Douluo and was incredibly glorious in that era.
A long time ago, in the Spirit Hall, other than the Qian Clan of the Angel clan, there was also the Luo clan, who inherited the Domineering Blade martial soul. The two clans were evenly matched and ruled the Spirit Hall together.
Around a few decades ago, the most outstanding genius in the history of the Angel clan, Qian Daoliu, was born. He swept through countless strong individuals in the Douluo Continent and fought the Luo clan's Domineering Blade.
The two fought for ten days and nights until the heavens collapsed, the earth cracked, and the universe reversed. In the end, Domineering Blade is defeated and dies at the hands of Qian Daoliu. The Luo clan was removed from the Spirit Hall, and the Qian clan ruled the Martial Spirit Hall alone, while the Domineering Blade was extinct in the Douluo Continent.
As for the old lunatic Luo Xuanchen, he was a survivor of the Domineering Blade clan … At the same time, he was the Spirit Hall's greatest enemy. In the eyes of the Qian clan, Domineering Blade was no less dangerous than the Clear Sky Sect.
Fang Xuan deduced these past events from Bibi Dong's words. Bibi Dong hid the existence of the Angel clan and Qian Daoliu and only said that a super strong individual from the Spirit Hall defeated the Luo clan's Domineering Blade. However, Fang Xuan thought about it and understood. Other than the Qian Daoliu, who else could be the hidden super experts in the Martial Spirit Palace?
"Fang Xuan, I'll give you a month to consider."
Before Pope Bibi Dong left, he looked deeply at Fang Xuan and said, "Change a clean cell for our champion of the Soul Master Tournament. Don't let him die."
Finally, under Bibi Dong's orders, the jailers prepared a clean cell for Fang Xuan. It was made of steel and was impenetrable. Even the floor was made of steel. It was impossible for a person who had lost his soul power to escape. Furthermore, his body had nine chains, and he couldn't move. He couldn't run even if he had wings.
"Thirty days …"
Fang Xuan's eyes were cloudy as he lay in the dark prison, quietly waiting for the arrival of the day of judgment. However, the Spirit Palace wouldn't let him live comfortably. Not long after that, an uninvited guest came.
"Long time no see, Fang Xuan."
A tall and luxurious figure walked into the prison. This person wore a golden robe, crown, and a silk brocade robe. He was dressed in a highly proper and noble manner. Moreover, his entire body emanated a dignified aura that belonged to a person of high status. As soon as he arrived, he warmly greeted Fang Xuan as if he were meeting an old friend he hadn't seen in a long time.
He smiled warmly and said, "Speaking of which, this is the first time we've met ever since we parted ways during the Soul Master Advancement Tournament. I didn't think that you would become the champion of the Soul Master Advancement Tournament and turn the Pontiff's Palace upside down. Hehe, I've underestimated you."
"Haha, what a rare guest. I didn't expect the Platinum-Ranked Bishop of the Martial Spirit Palace to come and visit me right after the Pontiff finished visiting me. I'm very honored."
Fang Xuan squinted his eyes and looked at the person who had come. He said coldly,
"Bishop Salas." This person was the Platinum-Ranked Bishop of the Martial Spirit Palace, Salas. Salas had been hostile to Fang Xuan for a long time and had even sent a Soul Sage to assassinate him. The two had a terrible relationship and could be considered mortal enemies.
Under such circumstances, Salas' visit to the prison was not a good thing.
"You're too kind. The Martial Spirit Palace must treat the Heaven Dou Empire's peerless prodigy in the most friendly way possible."
Salas revealed a kind smile and retrieved a thin, long needle from his soul tool. He aimed it at the tip of Fang Xuan's right index finger and stabbed it in. A heart-wrenching pain suddenly came and stimulated Fang Xuan's nerves. His eyes were blood-red, and he gritted his teeth. He stared at Salas without saying a word, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
"Haha, how is it, Fang Xuan? Are you satisfied with my greeting?"
Salas laughed coldly and continued to exert force in his palm. The metal needle slowly stirred in Fang Xuan's finger, and streaks of fresh blood flowed from the wound, accompanied by waves of intense pain.
The ten fingers were connected to the heart. This pain was even more intense than breaking two bones. Salas was very good at torturing people, and he was giving Fang Xuan the most vicious torture as he spoke.
Fang Xuan was silent. He didn't even make a sound. He was holding on with his extraordinary tenacity and willpower. He stared coldly at Salas with his ice-cold eyes like a bloodthirsty wild wolf.
"Don't be anxious; we'll do it slowly. We have thirty days, and I'll make you, a one-in-a-century genius, kneel and beg for mercy. Genius? Haha, you're just a pile of dog shit in front of the Spirit Hall. Even if you're prepared to confess your secrets in the future, I might not be willing to listen. "
Salas laughed coldly, and his face was filled with endless viciousness. Fang Xuan had gone against him at every turn during the Soul Master Advancement Competition, and he had embarrassed him many times. This time, he seized the opportunity to make Fang Xuan forget about living in prison peacefully.
"Why do you have so many martial souls? What method did you use …"
After the first needle, Salas took out another metal needle and pierced Fang Xuan's pinky finger. He stirred it forcefully and said sternly, "Speak."
"The secret of my martial souls? Do you want to know?"
Fang Xuan was in so much pain that his body trembled. However, he suddenly laughed and looked at Salas. "Come here, and I'll tell you."
Salas frowned and hesitated for a moment. In the end, he still chose to lean his face closer. He didn't believe Fang Xuan, who had lost all his soul power, could play any tricks.
"Ptui."
A streak of bloody phlegm was spat out, and it happened to stick to Salas' face.
Salas' dignified face immediately turned the color of a pig's liver. It was hideous, and at the same time, there was boundless fury surging within him.
"Hahahaha, Lord Bishop, you're as embarrassed as a dog now." Fang Xuan laughed loudly. He didn't hide his mockery towards Salas in his laughter.
"Good. Good. Good. Fang Xuan, you've got guts. You're already in my hands and still dare to be arrogant. "
Salas was furious. First, he punched Fang Xuan's chest twice, causing him to spit out large mouthfuls of blood. Then, he took a pair of sharp scissors from his soul tool ring. A cruel look appeared on his face. He aimed at Fang Xuan's index finger. He ruthlessly cut it off. A section of the finger fell to the ground, and blood spurted out.
At this moment, even with Fang Xuan's strong willpower, he couldn't help but groan in pain. He raised his blood-red eyes and stared at Salas. "You'd better pray that I die in prison. Otherwise, I'll pay you tenfold for what you did today."
"I, Fang Xuan, will take revenge."