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Present - Slaughter City arc completed.
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"Qian Daoliu, come out and fight me."
The entire Pope's Palace trembled when the authoritative voice resounded in the sky. The white-haired man was like an unsheathed blade, and the blade's terrifying aura swept across the land.
Fang Xuan was slightly stunned by the familiar aura. The strong wind messed up his blood-stained black hair, revealing a pair of dull and chaotic eyes as he looked forward.
"That is …" Looking at the white-haired man in white, Fang Xuan was in a daze. A trace of doubt surged in his eyes as he murmured, "Crazy Old Man?.."
The white-haired man was very young. He seemed to be in his twenties, and his clothes were clean and tidy. He was completely different from the old and frail Crazy Old Man. Even Fang Xuan couldn't tell that this person was Crazy Old Man based on his appearance. However, he recognized the blood-red blade in the latter's hand at first glance. It was the Fiendish Blade, Red Rain.
After two years, Crazy 'Ole seemed to have been reborn and returned to the prime of his life. His physical strength had recovered to the peak. He was like an unsheathed heavenly saber, unstoppable.
"Luo Xuanchen.." Pope Bibi Dong's pretty face was cold. His dragon robe fluttered in the wind as he coldly stared at Crazy Old Man.
"You didn't take the path to heaven but broke into hell. You've come at the right time. Today, I will eradicate all of you traitors."
Crazy Old Man Luo Xuanchen, who was more than twenty years younger than the Pope of the Martial Spirit Palace, smiled indifferently before him. "Bibi Dong, you want to kill me? You don't deserve it. Let a Qian Daoliu come out and fight me. "
"Ha, ha, how ridiculous. Who do you think you are? You're just a stray dog. I just wanted to let you know there's no need for the High Priest to deal with you. "
Cold laughter rang out one after another. Two titled elders of the Spirit Hall suddenly stood up. Their soul power surged like an ocean, tearing apart the void like two black lightning bolts aggressively attacking Luo Xuanchen.
"Die, Traitor. "
The two Titled Douluo's eyes were cold, and the corners of their mouths curled up into cruel smiles. Nine soul rings appeared on their bodies. A spear and a halberd, two top-notch tool souls, surged with killing intent that pierced through the void. They locked onto Luo Xuanchen's head and heart, respectively, and stabbed fiercely.
Luo Xuanchen's white hair was messy. He stood still, holding the three-foot-long saber in his hand. The saber tore apart the void and slashed at the two Titled Douluo of the Martial Spirit Hall.
Boom.
In an instant, evil winds rose in all directions, and ghosts and deities wailed. A hundred thousand demonic soldiers were roaring, and killing intent surged into the heavens.
"What an evil aura. What kind of power is this?."
The two Titled Douluo from the Spirit Hall were shocked. They felt a terrifying and boundless power as if facing hellish cultivation.
This demonic blade was like a peerless diabolical weapon. With unstoppable momentum, it slashed apart the martial souls of the two Titled Douluo, shattered their physical bodies, and tore apart their souls. It had killed the Twin Douluo of the Martial Spirit Hall with one slash.
Blood spilled all over the Pontiff's palace.
"Dead. A Titled Douluo died just like that?"
Everyone gasped in shock. They were Titled Douluo, the most influential people in the world. It was rare for them even to be injured, let alone be killed. It had been over 20 years since a Titled Douluo died on the continent. But now, not only did a Titled Douluo die, but two of them had died. All of a sudden, everyone present was stunned.
"Who is that white-haired man?."
Many people were bewildered and looked at Luo Xuanchen with reverence. The entire Martial Spirit Hall was dead silent. Two titled battle pet warriors had been lost. Everyone's faces were clouded.
"I didn't expect you to be so powerful." Pope Bibi Dong's face was livid. She exerted force with her right hand and crushed the golden scepter in his hand. From this, it was apparent how furious the Pope was.
Titled Douluo, they were the most precious force of the Spirit Hall. Even losing one Titled Douluo would significantly blow the Martial Spirit Hall. Now that two Titled Douluo had died, even Bibi Dong couldn't remain calm.
"Alright, I'll kill you myself today." Finally, Pope Bibi Dong's eyes shone with a cold light. He took action personally. His murderous aura blocked the void, and he charged at Luo Xuanchen like a black demonic star.
"Swish." Luo Xuanchen smiled. His temperament was extraordinary, like a banished immortal. He dodged the attacks of Bibi Dong and the others in a flash. He stepped into the void and crossed hundreds of meters in one step, teleporting to the execution platform in the center of the square. His deep gaze was quietly cast on Fang Xuan, and a smile of appreciation appeared on Luo Xuanchen's face.
"Little lunatic, you've caused quite a commotion. You destroyed the Pope's Palace. Hahahaha …"
"It's alright." Fang Xuan grinned. Seeing the arrival of the old lunatic, his heart was filled with emotions, but more than that, he was delighted. Who would have thought that the old blacksmith from back then would be reborn and kill two Titled Douluo with one slash? It seemed that Crazy 'Ole had his fortuitous encounter. His strength had improved even further, and he was becoming more and more unfathomable.
Fang Xuan couldn't see through Crazy 'Ole's actual cultivation, but the aura that Crazy 'Ole released inadvertently was stronger than Pope Bibi Dong's.
Looking at the terrifying and hideous wounds on Fang Xuan's body, Luo Xuanchen's eyes were deep. "Your life has been too smooth. It's good that you suffered a little in the Spirit Hall's prison. A treasured sword must be polished many times before becoming a great weapon. Now … it's time for you to unsheathe it. "
As soon as he finished speaking, he smiled, aimed his left hand at Fang Xuan's head, and smashed it down. Soul power surged into Fang Xuan's body like an ocean, forcefully breaking the nine heavy shackles on his body and nourishing his exhausted limbs and bones. Moreover, it broke open the seals of his six martial souls instantly.
This seal was set up by Pope Bibi Dong herself. His purpose was to seal Fang Xuan's Martial Soul and Soul Power. A ninety-nine Ultimate Douluo needed to make a move to break this seal. Now that Luo Xuanchen had broken Bibi Dong's seal.
Fang Xuan, fully resurrected and brimming with power, unleashed his fury on the execution platform. His overwhelming presence and the sight of his six Martial Soul True Bodies struck fear into the hearts of those who had condemned him to death.
"Salas..."
Fang Xuan's booming voice reverberated through the square. The platinum bishop, Salas, who had played a significant role in his torment, was now the target of Fang Xuan's wrath.
Salas felt an intense and paralyzing fear grip his entire being. He realized that the tables had turned, and the once helpless prisoner had become a vengeful force to be reckoned with.
The crowd in the Pontiff's Palace watched in awe and terror as Fang Xuan's unleashed power shook the very foundations of the execution platform. His eyes locked onto Salas, and his murderous intent was palpable.
Pope Bibi Dong's expression darkened as he witnessed the turn of events. He had underestimated Fang Xuan's resilience and the unexpected appearance of Crazy Old Man Luo Xuanchen. Now, the situation had spiraled out of his control.
Fang Xuan's rage and newfound strength were a force to be reckoned with. The platinum bishop could barely move as he focused his fury on Salas. His body trembled, and he felt trapped in a nightmare.
The execution platform, once a symbol of Fang Xuan's impending death, had now become a battleground where his enemies faced their mortality.
The atmosphere was tense as everyone breathed, awaiting the inevitable clash between Fang Xuan and Salas. The outcome of this confrontation would determine the fate of those involved and the future of the Martial Spirit City.