Soft Sword

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A single steamed bun was not enough to fill Fang Xuan's stomach after two or three days of starvation. Instead, it triggered the hell of hunger. An intense appetite madly stimulated his nerves, causing his clear black eyes to gradually become bloodshot.

"Give it to me …"

Fang Xuan shifted his gaze and coldly stared at a scarred man not far away.

"Uh … Here, here you go."

The scarred man was stunned. Recalling Fang Xuan's ferocious performance, his face revealed a look of fear. He timidly walked over and handed the uneaten steamed bun to Fang Xuan.

The moment the steamed bun was placed in Fang Xuan's hand, a ruthless look flashed across the scarred man's eyes. His right hand suddenly turned into a ferocious iron claw and madly attacked Fang Xuan's throat.

However, he was one step too slow. Fang Xuan punched out first. The wind from his fist tore through the air and ruthlessly smashed into the scarred man's face, shattering his skull in one blow.

"Brothers, let's fight to the death with this guy."

At the same time, the remaining three criminals in the cell roared with ferocious expressions. They waved their iron fists and madly charged towards Fang Xuan.

Although their soul power was sealed, they were once vicious and merciless people. Each of them had taken hundreds of lives. How could they be willing to be threatened by a cripple with a broken leg?

"Good timing. If one comes, I'll kill one. If two come, I'll kill two." Fang Xuan's expression was cold, his eyes sharp. At this moment, his black hair was wildly dancing. It was as if he had become the invincible god of war who fought the Spirit Hall's Pope.

Although his body was heavily injured and his soul power was sealed, his body was still stronger than an ordinary person's. Under the tempering of various immortal herbs, his body was now as strong as steel, more than ten times stronger than an ordinary person.

"Boom. Boom. Boom. "

Fang Xuan's eyes were like torches, burning fiercely. He raised his right hand and punched a golden-haired man's fist. The first energy cleansed the void and forcibly broke the man's entire right arm. Blood flowed, flesh and blood splattered everywhere.

"Ah …" The golden-haired man let out a shrill scream. He covered his broken arm and cried out in pain, "My right arm, my right arm."

"Die." At the same time, the other two arrived and aimed their fists at Fang Xuan's head.

"You are the ones who will die." Fang Xuan snorted coldly. His right hand suddenly pulled out the soft sword hidden in his belt. The cold light of the sword pierced through the darkness like a ray of light, cutting through the two men's necks with lightning speed. Two bloody heads rolled to the ground.

It was a soft steel sword that Crazy 'Ole had made for him many years ago. The sword was slender and soft, but extremely sharp. It could cut iron like mud. He had been hiding it in his belt as a life-saving measure. Even the Martial Spirit Palace had not discovered its existence.

He remembered that night in Heaven Dou City when he was a mere Soul Cultivator. He was helpless against a Soul Ancestor assassin and was on the verge of being killed. In the end, it was this flexible sword that saved him and helped him kill the Soul Ancestor when he least expected it.

Now, Fang Xuan's body was crippled and he had lost all of his Soul force. His situation was far more dangerous than it had been back then, and this sharp soft sword had undoubtedly fitted him with a set of fangs.

In less than a second, three people had been killed in succession. Looking at the corpses on the ground, the golden-haired man couldn't help but shiver with fear. At this moment, he finally understood that the person he had provoked wasn't a sick tiger, but a true demon.

"No … no … I am willing to submit to you, please don't kill me." The golden-haired man with the broken arm looked at Fang Xuan with eyes full of fear. With a plop, he fell to his knees and begged for mercy.

"Die." Two cold rays of light shot out from Fang Xuan's eyes. His left leg slammed into the wall, and using the powerful force, he shot forward like a cheetah. His longsword cut through the darkness and cut the golden-haired man in half, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

After dealing with these five criminals, the prison finally quieted down.

Fang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, he didn't have to constantly be on guard against attacks coming from all directions. As soon as his tense nerves relaxed, a bone-piercing pain came from all over his body.

"Ouch. It hurts."

Even with Fang Xuan's strong willpower, he couldn't help but twitch and roll on the ground in pain. The battle just now had caused the wounds all over his body to rupture and bleed. His injuries were becoming more and more serious.

Lowering his gaze, Fang Xuan could not help but frown as he looked at the hideous and serious injuries on his body. If he could break the seal, he would be able to heal all his injuries in an instant by relying on the powerful healing ability of the Nine-Hearted Begonia.

But now, his Martial Soul was sealed and he couldn't use the Immortal Begonia. Moreover, the wounds on his body were festering. If this continued, he could very well die from an infection.

"Tch, the situation is terrible." Fang Xuan gritted his teeth and used his sleeve to wipe the blood off his flexible sword. He then hid it in his belt. Then, he dragged his broken leg and leaned against the dark wall. He took a few deep breaths and picked up a steamed bun from the pile of straw. With a bowl of cold water, he quietly ate his meal.

With such serious injuries, he especially needed to eat to replenish his energy. After three or four steamed buns went down his stomach, a warm current gradually rose from his cold abdomen and gradually spread to his limbs and bones, causing his cold and stiff body to gradually warm up. Even his pale face had a hint of color.

In the next moment, Fang Xuan's eyes were filled with determination as he began to treat his wounds. He first washed his wounds with cold water, then used his hand as a knife and tore off the rotting and suppurating flesh around his wounds. One wound after another, he tore off piece after piece of rotting flesh …

His eyes were bloodshot and his veins were bulging. He repeated this cruel and painful action over and over again. Large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

If it had been an ordinary person, they would have fainted from fright just by looking at it, let alone cleaning up the rotten flesh on the wound. However, Fang Xuan's willpower was extremely tough. After experiencing countless battles of life and death, he had long developed a strong willpower that was as tough as steel.

Washing it with water, he tore off a few pieces of clean cloth from the corpses around him and used them as bandages to bandage the wounds on his body one by one. This process lasted for a full hour.

When he finally finished treating his wounds and reconnecting his broken bones, his mental strength had reached a critical point. If he had stayed any longer, he would have collapsed.

"Phew"

Fang Xuan let out a long sigh. He finally didn't have to worry about his wounds getting infected for the time being.

"Clap clap. Clap clap "

At this moment, a crisp clap suddenly rang out. Fang Xuan's nerves, which had just relaxed, tensed up again. His vigilant gaze followed the source of the sound.

"Admirable. Admirable. As expected of the peerless genius who defeated all the heroes and became the champion of the Soul Master Tournament. What a terrifying willpower. I admire you more and more … " A noble and dazzling figure walked out from the end of the darkness. Countless gems hung on his gorgeous robes, which shone with a moving light. In an instant, the entire pitch-black prison was lit up.

This person stood calmly at the entrance of the prison with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face. He looked at Fang Xuan with admiration.

"Hehe, it's my honor to be praised by you."

Fang Xuan's eyes were calm as he stared at the graceful and luxurious figure. He said calmly, "Welcome, Your Highness."