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The atmosphere instantly became tense. Fang Xuan was suspected of being the culprit who poisoned five young geniuses from the Spirit Hall. The entire arena was abuzz with discussion. Rumors were flying everywhere. Panic and unease quickly spread throughout the arena.
"Your Holiness, I think there might be a misunderstanding." Ning Fengzhi's white robes fluttered in the wind. He blocked the path of the two Douluo. His expression was unprecedentedly serious. He looked at the furious Pope Bibi Dong and said calmly, "Fang Xuan has no reason to poison them, nor does he have a motive to kill them. However, he and the Spirit Hall are opponents, and that was only a fair duel. It hasn't reached the point of life and death."
"Enough! I don't want to listen to any excuses. The poison on this knife is the evidence. There's no need to explain." Bibi Dong raised Fang Xuan's black blade with jade-like hands. Her golden hair danced in the wind, and her aura surged. She said coldly, "Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, take down Fang Xuan immediately."
"Yes, Your Holiness." The Pope's order was like an imperial edict. A murderous intent flashed across Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo's eyes. They quickly moved and continued to attack Fang Xuan.
Although Ning Fengzhi was the best auxiliary-type soul master in the world, he was only a Rank 70 auxiliary-type soul master. He needed help to stop two assault-type Titled Douluo.
At this moment, two imposing figures gradually emerged from behind Ning Fengzhi. One wore a white robe, and his silver hair was draped over his shoulders. The other wore a black robe, and his gray hair was messy. Both of them were over seventy years old, and they were wrinkled.
However, the Ghost Douluo and the Chrysanthemum Douluo suddenly stopped in their tracks when the two of them appeared. Fear appeared on their faces as they lowered their voices and said, "Chen Xin and Gu Rong, do the two of you want to get involved in this mess too?"
These two older men were the guardian elders of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, the Sword Douluo Chen Xin, and the Bone Douluo Gu Rong. Both of them were Transcendent Douluo above Rank 95. They were mighty, and even the Martial Soul Hall feared them.
"Hehe, Fang Xuan is the son-in-law of our Seven Treasures Glazed Sect. How can we let you kidnap him for no reason?" The Sword Douluo smiled faintly. He held the Three-Foot Seven Kills Sword in his hand, and sword Qi surged from his body.
"That's right. Isn't it too rash to convict someone based on a single blade? I don't think the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect will agree to this. The entire Heaven Dou Empire won't agree to this." The Bone Douluo's voice was icy and meaningful.
Many people suddenly realized that Fang Xuan was no longer the worthless illegitimate son of the Emperor. Not only was he the favorite prince of the Emperor, but he was also the son-in-law of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect.
On one side was the Heaven Dou Empire, one of the two great empires. On the other side was the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, one of the three upper sects. Their backing was solid, and not just anyone could touch them.
However, the Spirit Hall was trying to capture Fang Xuan today. Furthermore, they were in Spirit City right now. It took a lot of work to say who would win and who would lose. The actual situation was still unpredictable.
Fang Xuan looked at Ning Fengzhi, the Bone Douluo, the Sword Douluo, Dugu Bo, Yu Tianheng, Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, and the other teammates protecting him. He felt very conflicted and emotional.
He didn't expect the deaths of Xie Yue and the others. He also didn't expect that Ning Fengzhi, Dugu Bo, and the others would choose to become enemies with the Spirit Hall for him. Fang Xuan's eyes were unwavering, and he remembered this kindness.
The wind howled furiously, and the white clouds rolled. The front of the Pontiff's Palace was suddenly filled with killing intent. The five Titled Douluo faced each other, and the place became tense!
"Sect Master Ning, does your Seven Treasures Glazed Sect want to become enemies with the Martial Soul Hall?" Pope Bibi Dong stared coldly at this scene. A vast, ferocious black shadow rose behind him, and a sinister aura swept out like a demon from hell, causing the entire Pontiff's Palace to tremble.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black … red!. Nine soul rings rose, and the moment the blood-red soul ring appeared, a blood-red soul ring appeared.
"It's actually … a hundred-thousand-year soul ring." Dugu Bo's expression changed drastically after seeing the blood-red hundred-thousand-year soul ring. He knew that the Pontiff of the Spirit Hall must be mighty, but he didn't expect it to be to this extent. He also didn't expect Bibi Dong to have a hundred-thousand-year soul ring!
A hundred-thousand-year soul ring was the number one treasure on the Douluo Continent. It could only be obtained by killing a hundred-thousand-year soul beast. After a hundred-thousand-year soul beast died, it would drop a hundred-thousand-year soul bone.
Therefore, when he had a hundred-thousand-year soul ring, it also meant that Bibi Dong had absorbed a hundred-thousand-year super soul bone.
He was a Rank 92 Titled Douluo, but now he felt powerless and small in front of Pope Bibi Dong. This was too terrifying.
"It's a hundred-thousand-year soul ring." The Sword Douluo and the Bone Douluo were slightly stunned. They looked at each other and saw a hint of fear in each other's eyes. Pope Bibi Dong had hidden his strength for over 20 years, and his cultivation was very high. His ninth soul ring was a hundred-thousand-year soul ring.
Today's battle was not good, and they might all be wiped out. Everyone's expression was hideous. They knew that today was not going to be peaceful. There would be a bloody battle later.
"Wait a minute, Your Holiness, we don't want to be enemies with the Spirit Hall." In front of Pope Bibi Dong, who had a hundred-thousand-year soul ring, Ning Fengzhi was still as calm as a monster. He said methodically, "However, we don't want Fang Xuan to be wronged. We deeply regret the death of your hall's genius, but it's because of this that we can't make wild guesses and wrongly accuse a good person and let the real murderer go unpunished."
"Haha, do you mean that I have wronged Fang Xuan?" Bibi Dong sneered, "The evidence is already in front of us. How can you still talk about being wrong? The murderer is Fang Xuan, and this is the truth. Undoubtedly, anyone who dares to hinder us from teasing Fang Xuan will be regarded as an enemy by our Spirit Hall. Sect Master Ning, please think twice."
This was a naked threat; the threat and warning from the Pope made many people shudder. Even Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but frown at this moment, and his face was hideous. It seemed that Bibi Dong was going to eradicate Fang Xuan here.
It didn't matter who poisoned him. Bibi Dong didn't care about the death of Xie Yue and others, but Fang Xuan's exceptional talent made her feel deeply threatened. In addition, he had always been hostile to the Spirit Hall and refused Bibi Dong's invitation, so she just used this as an excuse to get rid of Fang Xuan, this scourge.
Since I can't use you, then I'll eradicate you. A second ago, Fang Xuan was still the overall champion of the Soul Master Tournament. He was a genius, brilliant, and the brightest star in this arena, making people envious. But now, he suddenly plummeted. He was labeled as a murderer by the Spirit Hall and reduced to a despicable villain who poisoned others.
The world's affairs were so unpredictable that no one could predict them.
"Fang … Xuan …" A beautiful figure with disheveled hair approached Fang Xuan. Hu Liena's eyes were red, and she looked haggard. She had lost her usual smile and spirit, and her charming and beautiful face was now numb.
"Fang Xuan, why, why did you poison my brother?" Hu Liena clenched her fists and stared at Fang Xuan angrily.
Fang Xuan was silent and didn't say a word.
"Why don't you speak? Could you explain why you don't? Do you have a guilty conscience? "The girl angrily rebuked.
"Because I know it's useless to say anything now. If you want my life, just come and take it; no need to say anything." Fang Xuan's eyes were cold, and his black hair was dancing wildly. His fighting spirit was burning seriously, and he was ready to fight to the death with the Spirit Hall. The real culprit was not significant, nor was the evidence or explanation. What was important was that this was an excellent opportunity to kill Fang Xuan. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and it was justified and would not attract criticism from the world.
Therefore, Fang Xuan knew that Bibi Dong would never let him go. He didn't want to waste his breath and directly prepared for the final battle. Whether he lived or died, it was up to God's will.
"Liar, You obviously have a guilty conscience, and you can't quibble" Hu Liena's pretty face was full of grief, and she was still crying. Xie Yue was her brother, and he died miserably. She felt uncomfortable, as if needles pricked her heart, and she roared angrily at Fang Xuan.
"I know it's useless to say anything now, but I still have to repeat it!" Looking at the worn and sorrowful young girl, Fang Xuan felt complicated in his heart. "I didn't kill your elder brother. If I wanted to kill him, I could have done it openly in the arena. There was no need for me to use poison. My strength was enough to defeat all of you. Why would I use poison? Isn't that superfluous? Besides, even if I wanted to poison him, I wouldn't choose to poison him on the field, and I wouldn't let him die directly. This is the Spirit City, the Pope's Palace. If I killed the golden generation of the Spirit Hall openly here, would I be tired of living?"
Listening to Fang Xuan's orderly analysis, Hu Liena was stunned and gradually became confused. Her mind was in a mess, and her brain was buzzing. She couldn't distinguish the truth of the matter at all.
After a long silence, Hu Liena raised her haggard cheeks and looked at Fang Xuan with red and swollen eyes. She pursed her lips and said, "You mean you didn't kill my brother?"
Fang Xuan suddenly laughed and said with some self-mockery, "If I said no,…"
At this moment, in front of the supreme authority of Pope Fang Xuan, many people present believed that Fang Xuan was the murderer. Their eyes began to turn from the initial admiration and worship to sarcasm and disdain. Could he break the rumors, change people's opinions, and prove his innocence with just a few words? How could it be possible?
Fang Xuan shook his head and smiled bitterly. This idea needed to be more realistic. However, at this moment, Hu Liena, who had been silent, suddenly raised her head. Her red and swollen eyes stared thoughtfully at Fang Xuan's eyes, and she said something that stunned everyone.
"I believe it."