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A scarlet light blossomed from Bibi Dong's ninth soul ring, enveloping her entire body. Her body, which had been cut in half at the waist, healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, she was back to normal.
"Is that the Immortal Body …"
Looking at this abnormal recovery ability, Fang Xuan's blood-stained cheeks showed a hint of seriousness. Bibi Dong's ninth soul skill — Immortal Body. This soul skill originated from the 100,000-year ring. It was an extremely powerful healing soul skill. Even if the body was broken into pieces, it could be restored to its original state in an instant. It could be called the Immortal Body.
Although this soul skill did not make Bibi Dong invincible against those below the God Rank, it could make her immortal. Unless one was a God Rank expert, they would never be able to kill Bibi Dong in this state.
Enduring the sharp pain in his chest, Fang Xuan gritted his teeth and struggled to get up from the ground. His body glowed with a milky white light as he used the Immortal Begonia to quickly heal his wound.
Fang Xuan and Bibi Dong both had healing soul skills. Whether it was the Immortal Begonia or the Immortal Body, their healing abilities were very abnormal. Therefore, he did not have any advantage in terms of endurance. On the contrary, due to the gap between their ranks, the longer the battle dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for him.
Thinking of this, Fang Xuan raised his stubborn face and looked at Bibi Dong, who was a hundred meters away, with a hint of madness in his eyes. On his tall body, six soul rings, black, black, black, and red, shone brightly. A terrifying aura comparable to that of a titled battle pet warrior erupted like a storm.
"Roar"
With a long roar, the earth shook, and the void distorted. Fang Xuan's body was bathed in angelic light. A cluster of crimson flames ignited on his longsword. His imposing body cut through the sky and crashed into Bibi Dong like a meteor.
Everywhere he passed, the earth collapsed and the clouds rolled back. He used his six-winged angel martial soul, the purest power of light to deal with the evil and dark power of Bibi Dong.
"Boom —"
Bibi Dong held a pitch-black spider spear in her hand and held it horizontally. She looked valiant and valiant, and nine soul rings were faintly discernible on the surface of her body. She was like an invincible war goddess with a majestic aura and peerless divine might.
The strength of a Titled Douluo was completely unleashed at this moment. Her entire body was burning with rolling demonic flames, and she exuded a cold and evil aura. It was as if millions of evil spirits were screaming in one's ears, and countless people's expressions changed.
"Kill."
The two of them roared at the same time and engaged in a bloody battle.
The sword and the spear collided. The ground cracked and the killing intent spread out. That battle was so shocking that it could be compared to a life-and-death battle between two titled battle pet warriors. Unparalleled killing intent leaked out, destroying the arena, the walls, and even the ground.
With the support of his six Martial Soul True Bodies and his hundred thousand-year soul ring, Fang Xuan's aura was at its peak. He already possessed the strength to fight a Titled Douluo. He fought Bibi Dong for hundreds of rounds, but he wasn't at a disadvantage.
"This Fang Xuan is heaven-defying…"
A seventeen-year-old boy was fighting the Pope, a titled battle pet warrior. Everyone exclaimed as if they were witnessing the birth of a miracle.
"That's … Fang Xuan?"
Looking at Fang Xuan, who was fighting the Pope in the sky, Tang San was in a daze, and there was a touch of bitterness at the corner of his mouth. Not long ago, he had competed with Fang Xuan in the arena, and they were evenly matched.
Now, Fang Xuan had revealed his trump cards again and again. His strength had risen to the titled rank in an instant, and he was fighting against the strongest person on the continent, the Pope. Tang San couldn't help but sigh. Unknowingly, he had been left behind by Fang Xuan, and there was no longer any hope of catching up.
"This guy is so freakish."
In the surroundings of the square, Huo Wu, Shui Benger, Feng Xiaotian, and the young geniuses of the various academies all had complicated feelings in their hearts. Before the monstrous Fang Xuan, they'd firmly become green leaves that could only serve as a foil.
"This is amazing. His Majesty the Pope is using all his strength, but that kid is still holding on. This is unbelievable."
Chrysanthemum Douluo was dumbfounded. The other Titled Douluo and the red-robed Cardinal of the Martial Spirit Palace were also startled. They couldn't believe what they were seeing.
"No matter what, I have to find a way to get Fang Xuan out of the Martial Spirit City safely …"
Ning Fengzhi was excited. Fang Xuan's performance was amazing. He was only sixteen or seventeen years old, but he already had the strength of a Titled Douluo. Ning Fengzhi couldn't predict how strong Fang Xuan would become in another ten or twenty years. Thoughts flashed through Ning Fengzhi's mind.
He was determined to save Fang Xuan, even if it meant sacrificing the strength of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect and the Heaven Dou Empire. However, the hope was still slim. After all, this was the Martial Spirit City.
In the sky. Fang Xuan and Bibi Dong were fighting crazily. Blood and broken limbs were falling from the sky.
"Hahahaha, the Spirit Hall's Pope is just so-so."
Fang Xuan's black hair danced in the wind as his Shadowless Sword tore through the void. The first slash broke Bibi Dong's spider spear, the second slash broke Bibi Dong's Martial Soul True Body, and the third slash cleaved her into two. Blood splattered everywhere, and broken bones flew everywhere.
"You little bastard, don't be too arrogant."
Bibi Dong was infuriated. She activated her Immortal Body, and her body recovered rapidly. She roared in anger and punched Fang Xuan's left arm. Her spear pierced through Fang Xuan's chest, and with a swing of her battle spear, she flung him away.
Both of them had healing skills. They could regrow broken limbs and reforge their bodies. They could be considered immortal. Hence, they were locked in a stalemate. This battle was extremely horrifying. It was like a battle between wild beasts.
It was primitive and bloody. The two of them fought crazily. Every time they swung their spear and knife, blood would splatter. Occasionally, broken bones and internal organs would splatter. It was a horrifying scene.
"You can be proud to be able to fight with me for so long. Even if you die, you should be proud."
Bibi Dong's eyes were cold and indifferent as he
Bibi Dong's eyes were cold and indifferent as he glanced indifferently at the wretched figure who was on the brink of death. The corners of his mouth curled into a disdainful smile as he said,
"Therefore, Fang Xuan, you should obediently surrender. You are already an arrow at the end of its flight. There is no point in continuing to struggle."
Fang Xuan was speechless.
Yes, it was just as Bibi Dong had said. He was truly exhausted now, and couldn't squeeze out any soul power. After all, he wasn't a Titled Douluo yet. After fighting Bibi Dong for so long, his soul power was finally insufficient, and he could be defeated at any time.
To obtain the strength to fight with Bibi Dong, Fang Xuan had been maintaining the state of One with the Sword. He burned all his strength and forcefully raised his fighting strength to the peak. However, maintaining such a peak state was too taxing on his Slaughter Blade Aura and soul power.
After three hundred rounds of fighting with Bibi Dong, Fang Xuan finally couldn't hold on anymore. He fell out of the state of One with the Sword. His aura instantly withered. He was even weaker than an ordinary Soul Sage. His Massacre Blade was completely exhausted. His soul power had dried up. He was completely exhausted …
Even his body started to sway unsteadily. He almost fell from the sky.
At this moment, Fang Xuan was truly at the end of his rope. However, he didn't choose to sit and wait for death. Instead, he raised his Shadowless Sword for the last time. He was prepared to hold on to his last breath and swing his sword. This might be the last sword of his life …
Looking at the swaying figure that was as weak as a straw in the wind, Bibi Dong crossed her arms and revealed a mocking smile.
She said, "Haha, you can't even stand properly. Can you still hold a sword?"
Fang Xuan was silent. His eyes were as deep as the starry sky. His face was calm. He didn't care about Bibi Dong's mockery. He focused all his attention on swinging his sword.
"Weng …"
It was just one sword. It was a very ordinary sword. It wasn't very fast, and it wasn't very strong. However, the moment this sword was swung, the void started to distort at an unbelievable angle. Heaven and earth were turned upside down, and the wind and clouds were swept away.
"What's going on?."
Bibi Dong's expression changed. She felt a sense of danger from this ordinary sword. She was confused. Fang Xuan had exhausted all his soul power. He couldn't even release his Martial Soul True Body. However, for some reason, she felt her heart palpitate …
This sword contained a trace of the power of concept. Sword intent. It was a state of mind that was above the sword force.
At this moment of desperation, Fang Xuan finally made a breakthrough in his understanding of the sword. From the initial momentum of heaven and earth, it began to contain a more powerful and profound power of concept.
That ordinary sword swung down gently from the sky. It was as indifferent and calm as a cloud floating by …
"Ah …"
Bibi Dong screamed miserably. Her entire body was torn apart by the terrifying sword aura. Blood flowed, and she flew out in a sorry state. She crashed heavily onto the ground. At the same time, the Pope's Palace which symbolized holiness and majesty collapsed.