Salas's End

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Present - Slaughter City arc completed.

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"How is this possible? This little bastard has already taken a step into his grave. How can he still come back to life?"

Salas was horrified. When he noticed Fang Xuan's bloodshot eyes, he couldn't help but tremble. It was as if a ferocious wolf was staring at him, and he couldn't sit still.

Let's start the slaughter…

A thought that had been suppressed for a long time silently rose in his heart.

Fang Xuan's body burned with killing intent. Heavenly Wings on his back unfurled, and he flapped them with all his might. He turned into a lightning bolt and swept across the void as he charged toward Salas in a frenzy.

"Men… men. Kill Fang Xuan for me."

Salas's eyelids twitched violently as he looked at Fang Xuan, who was brimming with killing intent. For some reason, he felt a tinge of fear in his heart. He hurriedly commanded the surrounding powerhouses from the Spirit Hall to surround and kill Fang Xuan.

"How dare you, little brat?"

The three red-robed bishops roared angrily as they suddenly burst into action. Seven soul rings flashed around their bodies as they activated their Martial Soul True Bodies. They pounced toward Fang Xuan like tigers and leopards.

"Scram."

Fang Xuan's eyes were frightening, and his black hair danced wildly. He used his Bluesilver Emperor to freeze the three red-robed bishops in place. His body was bathed in lightning as he threw three consecutive punches, and the three red-robed bishops exploded. Blood and white bones splattered everywhere.

"Oh my god. Fang Xuan destroyed three Soul Sages with his bare hands. This is heaven-defying."

"Unbelievable. What kind of strength is this?"

"Fang Xuan has completely come back to life."

Everyone was astonished, and the entire venue was in an uproar. Clamor rang out from all directions.

Who would have thought that Fang Xuan, who had been reduced to a prisoner, could come back to life? He instantly returned to his peak state and started killing everyone in front of the Pontiff's Palace.

With the Immortal Begonia's terrifying healing abilities, Fang Xuan's injuries were instantly healed, and he was once again a Soul Sage. He had six martial soul true bodies and a hundred-thousand-year soul ring. His true abilities were comparable to those of an ordinary Titled Douluo.

In addition, his comprehension of the intent realm had soared after the prison training. He was about to reach the Greater Success Realm. Therefore, he was as powerful as the titled elders of the Martial Spirit Palace. He could tear those Soul Sages of the Martial Spirit Palace into pieces.

"Salas."

Fang Xuan's eyes were bloodshot as he let out a furious bellow. Above his head, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon let out an angry roar and forcefully killed dozens of Guardian Knights blocking his way. Right on the heels of that, he charged aggressively toward the Pope's Palace, intending to exact revenge on Salas.

"How dare you."

At this moment, Pope Bibi Dong, the Ghost Douluo, the Chrysanthemum Douluo, and the other Titled Douluo arrived before the Pope's Palace. They stared coldly at Fang Xuan.

"Fang Xuan. Our Martial Spirit Palace is not a place for you to be so arrogant."

Murderous auras of titled battle pet warriors spread out and cleansed the void. They slammed into Fang Xuan like ferocious beasts and sent him flying.

Five Titled Douluo blocking the way.

This path is blocked.

Fang Xuan groaned as he was sent flying back more than a hundred meters. A trickle of blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth and splattered on the ground. He gritted his teeth and raised his stubborn face. He glanced at Bibi Dong and the others blocking the Pope's Palace, as well as… Salas, who was hiding behind those Titled Douluos. The flames of fury in his heart burned wildly.

"Hahahaha, Fang Xuan, what are you so arrogant for? What can you do to me with His Majesty the Pope here?"

Salas laughed wildly. He looked at Fang Xuan mockingly and mocked, "I'm right here. What can you do? Come and kill me if you have the guts. Come."

Wave after wave of arrogant and carefree laughter resounded out, arousing rage in the depths of Fang Xuan's heart.

"Damn it… I'm going to tear you apart alive today."

Fang Xuan went berserk. His hundred-thousand-year soul ring glowed scarlet, and his six Martial Soul True Bodies roared and shouted. His eyes were blood-red, and strength burst out from the soles of his feet, causing the ground to collapse. He used the recoil force to shoot like a sharp arrow, ignoring Bibi Dong and the others blocking the Pope's Palace. He madly charged toward Salas.

"Fang Xuan. You're courting death."

Pope Bibi Dong snorted coldly, and nine soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, and red—rose from beneath his feet, and a powerful aura burst forth.

Against the five Titled Douluo from the Spirit l Hall, Fang Xuan was undoubtedly seeking his death by charging in alone.

Pope Bibi Dong, the Chrysanthemum Douluo, the Ghost Douluo, and the other titled battle pet warriors launched a thunderous attack toward Fang Xuan. They fully unleashed the power of Titled Douluos and were ready to kill him.

"Scram, don't block the way."

At this moment, a blood-red blade light that was hundreds of meters long pierced through the sky like a heavenly blade. It slashed Bibi Dong and the other Titled Douluos away. It was highly authoritative and influential.

Luo Xuanchen's silver hair danced in the wind. He held the demon blade and charged forward with invincible divine power. He fought five Titled Douluos from the Spirit Hall alone and helped Fang Xuan remove the obstacles blocking his way.

Without the Titled Douluos blocking the way, no one in the Pope's Palace could stop Fang Xuan.

"Kill. Kill. Kill."

Fang Xuan's soul power was boiling like lava. He waved his iron fists in all directions, and many influential individuals from the Spirit Hall were bloodied under his fists. They were directly blasted into a bloody mist.

He was like an ancient god of war who had awakened. He charged toward the Pope's Palace step by step. With every step he took, more than ten soul masters from the Spirit Hall bled. He forcefully opened a bloody path to the Pope's Palace.

Finally, Fang Xuan reached the Pope's Palace. Two bolts of lightning shot out from his scarlet eyes. He locked onto Salas in front of him coldly. His killing intent was boiling, as if he had turned into a bloodthirsty beast.

"Fang Xuan… You… You"

Salas looked at Fang Xuan, who was in a killing frenzy. His heart was palpitating, but there was no way out now. He could only brace himself and face Fang Xuan head-on. "You're just a Soul Sage. Don't be too arrogant. Since you took the initiative to come to me, I will destroy you."

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black. Eight soul rings lit up. No wonder he was the Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Hall. Salas had concealed his strength very well. His soul power had already reached Soul Douluo above Rank 80. He was mighty.

The quality of his martial soul was also very high. It was a top-tier tool soul, the Heavenly Halberd. Although it couldn't compare to martial souls renowned across the continent, like the Clear Sky Hammer and the Seven Kills Sword, it was still very powerful.

"Roar. Die, Fang Xuan." Salas roared, and his body flashed with light. He directly activated his Martial Soul True Body and unleashed all his strength. He waved his halberd and viciously slashed it at Fang Xuan.

Fang Xuan's black hair danced in the wind. His eyes were cold, and he was as immovable as a mountain. Faced with Salas' all-out attack, his expression was stern. He calmly swung his fist.

One punch.

Just one punch.

The Heavenly Halberd was shattered. His fist tore through the air and viciously smashed into Salas' face. Half of his face caved in. Blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

"Ah. It hurts so much." Salas screamed tragically.

He was in extreme pain. His eyes were bloodshot, and he glared fiercely at Fang Xuan. His eyes were filled with ferocity. He raised his right fist and furiously smashed it at Fang Xuan. "Fang Xuan, I'll fight you to the death."

Fang Xuan's eyes were deep. He didn't say anything. He took a step forward and swung his fist again. He directly smashed it against Salas's fist. A terrifying force erupted from his body and forcefully shattered Salas' entire right arm.

Following this, Fang Xuan waved his hand and viciously tore off Salas's left arm.

"Ah. Ah. Ah. It hurts so much."

Salas screamed like a pig being slaughtered after losing both his arms. Blood gushed out from his severed arms, and he looked extremely miserable. He was a platinum bishop of the Martial Spirit Hall, but Fang Xuan was abusing him. Salas' dignity had been swept to the ground.

Fang Xuan stared coldly at the miserable Salas in front of him. There were no emotions in his eyes. He first grabbed Salas' face with his right hand, then pierced Salas' chest with his left...

"Die. Die. Die."

At this moment, Fang Xuan's eyes were bloodshot. His face was ferocious, and his entire body was filled with boundless viciousness. He suddenly exerted force with both hands and directly tore Salas apart.

Salas died tragically on the spot. His body was torn into four or five pieces. Blood and internal organs splattered all over the ground. A platinum bishop of the Spirit Hall, a Soul Douluo, was bloodied just like that.

Fang Xuan was bathed in blood. His black hair was dyed red, and he was like a bloodthirsty, ferocious beast. Surging killing intent radiated from his body, causing countless people to tremble in fear.