Reincarnation Blade

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Present - Slaughter City arc completed.

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A bloody battle broke out in front of the Pope's Palace. Swords clanged, shouts shook the sky, and a murderous aura surged like a tsunami, sweeping in all directions like a gale. The palace collapsed, the walls collapsed, and the ground trembled violently.

At the top of the sky, Luo Xuanchen was facing Pope Bibi Dong. Their soul power was like an ocean, and their killing intent was like a tide. The six Titled Douluo were fighting a bloody battle in the sky, and colorful soul rings rose into the sky.

On the ground, Fang Xuan was fighting alone with the heroes of the Spirit Hall. His six Martial Spirits rotated around him, and every time he punched, a large number of Guardian Knights would explode, and blood would stain the Pope's Palace.

"The stray dog from back then has become something now."

Pope Bibi Dong wore a dazzling crown and a luxurious dragon robe beside him. He was graceful and elegant, like a noble and invincible empress, standing at the top of the sky, and his terrifying aura crushed the nine heavens and ten lands.

His phoenix-like eyes were cold as he stared coldly at the white-haired man before him, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. "But this is before the Pope's Palace, and I won't allow you to be presumptuous. I have three thousand armor soul masters, over a hundred Soul Sages, and ten Titled doulas. I'll make sure you won't be able to return alive."

At this moment, all the hidden powerhouses of the Martial Spirit Hall were mobilized. There were more than ten titled soul masters and countless Soul Douluo, Soul Sages, and Soul Emperors under them. The vast square was filled with people with shining soul rings, totaling less than three to four thousand.

Pope Bibi Dong guessed that someone would come to save Fang Xuan, so he was fully prepared for today's execution. In addition to the military strength on the surface, two to three thousand elite soul master troops were hidden in the dark, waiting for the opportunity to move.

At this moment, the Spirit Hall had utilized all its resources, and it swore to capture Luo Xuanchen and Fang Xuan in one fell swoop. With so many Soul Master troops, attrition could exhaust them to death.

The Spirit Hall's resources were deep beyond the world's imagination.

"Kill Fang Xuan at all costs."

"This is His Majesty the Pope's iron order."

"We must strangle the seeds of hatred in the cradle. Kill."

The Spirit Palace had gone crazy. Thousands of Palace Knights rushed toward Fang Xuan with bloodshot eyes. From afar, they looked like a beast tide. It was a magnificent sight.

"Ah …"

Fang Xuan's entire body was drenched in blood. He had gone berserk from his killing spree. He let out a wild roar and suddenly stretched out his right hand. It transformed into a bolt of blue lightning that tore apart a Soul Sage.

He then punched out and forcefully killed ten Paladins. Their bodies exploded, and their flesh and blood splattered everywhere.

The Bluesilver Emperor quickly spread across the ground, forming a domain with a diameter of several dozen meters. Within the Bluesilver Emperor Domain, Fang Xuan was almost unbeatable. This domain would significantly weaken a Soul Master's soul power, making it suitable for large-scale battles.

With his Bluesilver Domain under his feet, Fang Xuan swung his fists and slaughtered the Spirit Hall's experts in all directions. He was unstoppable, and it didn't take long for him to kill a Soul Master over a hundred meters away. His supreme ferocity shocked many people.

However, there were too many enemies. There were more than three thousand Martial Spirit Hall Soul Masters, densely packed and endless. It was impossible to kill them all.

Under the fierce siege of thousands of powerful Soul Masters, even a Transcendent Douluo could bleed, let alone Fang Xuan, who had just been released from prison. Although strong, he couldn't withstand the siege of so many experts. His soul power and stamina were severely depleted. He was in a stalemate with thousands of people and was soon in a crisis.

"Swish."

A terrifying killing intent attacked. Fang Xuan's heart trembled. He looked over and saw a Soul Douluo from the Martial Spirit Hall approaching him aggressively. This was a Soul Douluo who was at the peak of Rank 88. His cultivation was infinitely close to that of a Titled Douluo. His martial soul was a flaming lion that burned fiercely. Boiling heat waves surged like lava, making Fang Xuan feel like he had fallen into a furnace and was being roasted by the heat.

"Die. Little bastard. " This Soul Douluo roared, and the flaming lion above his head roared crazily. His eyes were filled with killing intent. He raised his flaming Divine Fists, which were burning wildly. They cleaned the void and melted everything. Then, he punched Fang Xuan's chest aggressively.

"You're just a Soul Douluo. What can you do to me?" Fang Xuan's eyes were cold. He was as immovable as a mountain. He didn't show any fear in the face of this Soul Douluo's attack. He didn't choose to dodge. Instead, he waved his fist and punched the latter.

"Bang. Bang. " Two loud sounds were heard. Both of them were punched in the chest. Their sternum caved in, and they coughed up blood. At the same time, they took seven steps back. Both of them were seriously injured. Neither of them had the upper hand.

This Soul Douluo from the Spirit Hall was strong. His flaming lion martial soul was also one of the best among beast souls. It was almost as strong as a Titled Douluo. Furthermore, Fang Xuan's soul power was severely depleted from the intense battle on the battlefield with thousands of people. In this clash, he gained a slight advantage.

"Whoosh. Whoosh," Fang Xuan panted heavily. His face was filled with exhaustion. Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. Even his breathing had become hurried. He felt extremely exhausted. However, the enemies around him were endless. At this moment, he missed his sword very much. Fang Xuan would have nothing to fear if he had a sword in hand.

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"Hahahaha."

In the sky, Luo Xuanchen laughed loudly. He was facing the ten Titled Douluo alone but was calm and fearless.

The demonic sword, Red Rain, slashed down from the sky. Demonic aura surged, ghosts wailed, and wolves howled. It was like a peerless demonic sword that split the sky in half. It was domineering and forceful.

Pope Bibi Dong's body was cut in half. Blood splashed, and broken bones flew. The scene was extremely shocking. This sword had cut the pope in half. Everyone was shocked.

"The pope of the Martial Spirit Hall … is just so-so." Luo Xuanchen's silver hair danced in the wind. He looked at Bibi Dong, who was using her immortal body to reassemble her body in a sorry state.

There was a mocking smile on his face.

"Luo Xuanchen. If I don't kill you today, I swear I'm not human."

A shrill scream rang out. Pope Bibi Dong was furious. Although she had an immortal body and could easily reassemble a broken body, being cut in half in front of everyone would undoubtedly be a significant loss of face for the Spirit Hall's pope. How would she be able to establish herself on this continent in the future? Thinking of this, Bibi Dong was furious. She stared coldly at the white-haired Luo Xuanchen in the sky. Killing intent surged in her chest as he frantically repaired his broken body. She was ready to fight to the death with the latter.

"Eh? That is …" At this moment, Luo Xuanchen's eyes lit up as he discovered a black soul tool ring falling from the sky. He grabbed the soul tool ring with his hand and was pleasantly surprised. This was the soul tool that fell from Bibi Dong's body. However, it wasn't Bibi Dong's. It was Fang Xuan's soul tool ring. Before imprisonment, all the items on Fang Xuan's body were searched, including this soul tool ring that stored many treasures. Most importantly, his blade … was held in this ring.

"Little crazy brat, your item." Luo Xuanchen smiled and waved his sleeves. This pitch-black soul tool ring streaked across the sky like a shooting star and quickly flew toward Fang Xuan, who was fighting fiercely on the ground.

On the ground, in front of the Pope's Palace, Fang Xuan was fighting a tough battle against a pinnacle Soul Douluo and hundreds and thousands of Guardian Knights. His entire body was bleeding and covered in injuries, and his aura was getting weaker and weaker. It was as if he had reached the end of his life.

"Haha, little bastard, you can't take it anymore."

As a powerful individual who could suppress an entire region, this Soul Douluo from the Martial Spirit Hall could sense Fang Xuan's decline. His eyes lit up, and he revealed a look of ecstasy on his face. He took the opportunity to attack. He unleashed his full strength as he waved his Flaming Divine Fist and slammed it towards Fang Xuan's head. He wanted to kill him in one go.

"Stop struggling. Die, little bastard."

Boom. Boom. Boom. The aura of death surged towards him. Fang Xuan's face was pale and weak. He looked at the burning Flaming Divine Fist and felt a sense of despair. His soul power was exhausted, and it would be difficult for him to resist this fist.

"Swish."

At this moment, something breaking through the air could be heard. Before he could react, a pitch-black soul tool ring had already landed in his hand. It shone with a profound light.

"This is … my ring." Seeing this soul tool ring that belonged to him, Fang Xuan's dim eyes gradually brightened. His right hand quickly swiped across the ring, and a pitch-black blade appeared out of thin air.

The blade trembled slightly when the black blade, Void Breaker, appeared in front of Fang Xuan. It seemed to have a mind of its own and let out a passionate blade hum. It knew that its master would lead it to conquer the world again.

Two bolts of lightning shot out from Fang Xuan's eyes. He grasped the black blade, and his body burned with fighting spirit. His bloodstained eyes gradually became sharp, like a sharp blade that had been unsheathed, piercing through heaven and earth and cleansing the void.

It had sprouted from many life-and-death battles and grown in prison. At this moment, his concept had finally reached perfection. It came from the realization of life and death, life and death, and incarnation …

This was the Reincarnation Blade Intent.

Fang Xuan closed his eyes as if he had become one with heaven and earth. His entire body burned with blood-red killing blade energy, and the blade wrapped in the concept of reincarnation suddenly swung out. The terrifying blade energy swept through the nine heavens, and the void suddenly distorted.

"Ah … I don't want to die."

"No. Impossible. "

"What kind of power is this? It's so scary."

"Help. Someone save me."

Countless miserable screams sounded. Under this blade that contained the concept of reincarnation, hundreds of Martial Spirit Hall's Guardian Knights exploded on the spot. They couldn't resist at all. Even the pinnacle Soul Douluo's body was torn apart, and he was smashed to pieces on the spot.

The sky darkened, the earth collapsed, the void distorted, and heaven and earth turned upside down. It was like the end of the world. Countless Martial Spirit Hall experts were buried under this blade. Their corpses piled up into mountains, and their blood flowed like rivers.

Ultimately, even the majestic and sacred Pontiff's Palace collapsed, shattered, and melted … The world was shocked.