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Present - Slaughter City arc completed.
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Time passed quickly, and the Day of Judgment finally arrived.
The final execution of Fang Xuan would finally begin today. It was the center of attention. The location of the trial and execution would be the Pontiff's Palace in the center of Martial Spirit City.
The Pontiff's Palace had finally been repaired in the past month and was even more magnificent. It was beautiful, radiant, and the world's most majestic palace.
It was noon, and the sun was high up in the sky. The dazzling sunlight sprinkled all over the majestic Pontiff's Palace. The golden light and the splendid Pontiff's Palace complemented each other, blooming with spectacular and magnificent light.
A thousand Guardian Knights donned golden armor and held spears in their hands. They were like gods of war guarding the perimeter of the Pontiff's Palace. The knights would immediately kill any enemy who dared to trespass into the Pontiff's Palace.
These Guardian Knights were the elites of soul masters, and all were Soul Ancestors. With such a powerful force here, even the soul masters of the two empires combined would not dare act rashly. Other than that, there were more than fifty Soul Sages, six Titled Douluo, and Pope Bibi Dong at the execution scene.
The Spirit Hall had mobilized almost all of its forces to guard the perimeter of the Pontiff's Palace. Such a powerful army was enough to sweep across the entire Douluo Continent. Now that they protected the trial scene, no one would dare act rashly.
The former arena of the Soul Master Tournament had been transformed into a public execution venue. The spectator stands were filled with a sea of people, and the noise was constant. The Spirit Hall intended to execute Fang Xuan in front of the public to show their sacred and inviolable dignity.
This was a punishment for Fang Xuan's unforgivable crime of destroying the Pontiff's Palace. In front of the Pontiff's Palace, on the plaza. The public trial had finally begun. Two Guardian Knights escorted Fang Xuan to a giant platform in the plaza's center. It was once the arena of the tournament, but now it was the execution platform.
"Look, that's Fang Xuan. I heard that he caused havoc in the Pontiff's Palace alone and killed seven or eight Cardinals and hundreds of Guardian Knights. He caused a huge disaster." "I didn't expect the champion of the Soul Master Tournament to be reduced to a prisoner. How pitiful."
"Tsk tsk, the peerless prodigy who was the center of attention back then, is now a prisoner on the execution ground. Who would have thought that he would end up like this?"
Everyone sighed endlessly as they looked at the figure that was covered in injuries and a sorry state on the execution platform, and many emotions arose in their hearts.
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"Next, we will begin the public trial of Fang Xuan."
The host of this public trial, a red-robed cardinal, announced loudly, "Death penalty."
"Death penalty."
The red-robed bishop on the left, the platinum bishop on the right, and finally, Pope Bibi Dong, who was sitting high on the throne, all said in unison, "Death penalty."
There was no need for a trial. Even if Fang Xuan didn't poison Xie Yue and the others to death, he had destroyed the Pope's Palace and killed hundreds of Spirit Palace experts. These crimes were enough to kill Fang Xuan dozens of times. Therefore, at the beginning of the public trial, all the members of the Spirit Palace unanimously announced Fang Xuan's death sentence.
No one objected. No one dared object. After the hypocritical process, Pope Bibi Dong tilted his head, glanced indifferently at Fang Xuan on the execution platform, and said coldly, "Then let's begin the execution."
Hearing the order, the black-robed deacon of the Martial Spirit Palace, who was in charge of executing Fang Xuan, began to move on the execution platform. This black-robed deacon had the cultivation of a Soul King. Five brilliant soul rings surrounded his body, and his Spirit was a five-foot-long machete with an oppressive sharpness.
"Kill."
He aimed at Fang Xuan's head, raised the machete high, and exerted his greatest strength, madly chopping at Fang Xuan's head, ready to split him in half. Feeling the sharp machete rapidly approaching him, Fang Xuan's pupils were dull, and his numb face couldn't help but show a touch of sadness. It seemed that he had to stop here.
"Fang Xuan …" Hu Liena stood on one side of the Pope's Palace, staring blankly at Fang Xuan, who was about to die. Her delicate and beautiful face showed a touch of pity, and she slowly closed her eyes.
"Hahahaha, this little bastard is finally going to die. What a pity, what a pity. I wanted to torture him for two more days." Salas sneered, his eyes flashing with a cruel light. With a mocking look, he glanced disdainfully at the miserable figure covered in blood on the execution platform.
"Fang Xuan, it's over. Even God won't be able to save you." Pope Bibi Dong sat high on the throne, staring coldly at Fang Xuan in the distance, his eyes full of coldness. The Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and many other titled elders, as well as the red-robed bishops, all wore cold expressions. Facing Fang Xuan, who was about to die, they showed no emotion.
"Alas. A generation genius has fallen like that … " Everyone sighed with emotion.
"Die, Fang Xuan." On the execution platform, the black-robed deacon sneered. He exerted all his strength, and the sharp machete tore through the air, viciously chopping down on Fang Xuan's head …
"Hahahaha … eh?" The black-robed deacon laughed wildly as if he were experiencing the pleasure of killing a genius with his own hands. However, not long after, he suddenly stopped laughing. He didn't feel the exhilaration of chopping someone in half. What's going on?
With a puzzled look, the black-robed deacon looked up and found that his machete Spirit was breaking inch by inch. Along with his body, it twisted and changed shape and finally exploded in an instant, turning into a cloud of blood mist that shot in all directions.
"Who is it?." Pope Bibi Dong's eyes shot out two bolts of lightning. He suddenly stood up from the throne and looked around with a cold gaze, vigilant. "What's going on? How did that black-robed deacon die? " Everyone was bewildered. They didn't know what had happened.
The black-robed deacon's death was too strange. Many people didn't notice who had attacked him, and he died inexplicably.
"Ah. Ah. Ah — " Suddenly, screams came from the east. The Guardian Knights guarding the east of the Pope's Palace exploded in large numbers. Blood and broken bones scattered all over the ground. The smell of blood quickly ignited the smell of gunpowder in the square.
"There." Pope Bibi Dong and many Elders of the Martial Spirit Palace were surging with killing intent. They all quickly looked to the east. At the end of the road, a slender figure gradually walked over. He was in a white robe, with white hair, handsome features, fair skin, and bright eyes as deep as the starry sky. This was a beautiful man, like a banished immortal.
His appearance was dignified and extraordinary—too extraordinary. He was a dragon among men, whether it was his appearance or temperament. The moment the white-haired man appeared, he seemed to become the only one in this world, instantly attracting everyone's attention.
However, contrary to the overwhelming aura of righteousness around him, the white-haired man held a blood-red sword that seemed to be made from fresh blood. Chilling winds blew, and ghostly wails could be heard. It was as if the sword of an Asura had been pulled out from the depths of hell. A baleful aura filled the entire area, causing countless people to tremble in fear.
He didn't draw his sword. However, with every step he took, large numbers of Guardian Knights were torn into pieces by the domineering sword Qi. Blood flowed everywhere, and their bones were smashed into pieces.
This horrifying scene shocked the square.
"Good. Good. Good. It's you. It's you. I didn't expect you to dare to come."
Pope Bibi Dong looked at the white-haired man, and a trace of ecstasy appeared on his dignified face. It was as if he had seen his long-awaited prey. However, the white-haired man didn't even look at Pope Bibi Dong. He directly ignored Pope Bibi Dong like an insignificant ant.
His deep eyes looked at the back of the Pope's Palace, at the most mysterious and powerful Worship Hall of the Martial Spirit Palace. A domineering voice suddenly rang out. "Qian DaoLiu, come out and fight."