"How is this possible?! This little beast has stepped into the grave in one step, and can he be reborn?!"

Saras was in a panic and noticed Fang Xuan's scarlet eyes full of anger, and his whole body trembled involuntarily, as if he was staring at a wolf and restlessly.

Let's start killing...

A stream of depression sounded quietly in my heart for a long time.

Fang Xuan was full of murderous aura, and the wings of the sky spread out behind him. The golden wings slammed hard, and his whole person turned into a lightning bolt across the void, killing Saras on the VIP seat wildly!

"Come on...Come on! Kill Fang Xuan for me!"

Saras's eyelids twitched wildly. Looking at Fang Xuan, who was murderous intent, for some reason, a hint of fear arose in his heart. He quickly commanded the surrounding powerful people in the Martial Soul Palace to encircle Fang Xuan!

"You guys dare?!!"

The three cardinals shouted angrily and suddenly rose up. Seven soul rings shone brightly on their bodies, and the true body of the martial soul opened, like a tiger and leopard rushing towards Fang Xuan.

"Get out!"

Fang Xuan's eyes were terrifying, his head was full of black hair, and he fixed the three of them with the Blue Silver Emperor, bathed in thunder, and swung three punches to blow up the three soul saint-level cardinals, and blood and white bones splattered!

"Oh my God! The three soul saints were blown away by Fang Xuan with bare hands? This is really against the will of heaven!"

"Incredible, what a powerful force this is!"

"Fang Xuan is fully resurrected!"

Everyone was shocked, the audience was boiling, and the noise sounded from all directions.

Who would have expected that Fang Xuan, who had already become a prisoner, could even recover from the dead, return to his peak state at once, and start killing all directions in front of the Pope's Palace!

Under the terrifying healing ability of Jiuxin Haitang, Fang Xuan's injury instantly recovered and returned to the level of the Soul Saint level. He has six martial soul bodies and a hundred thousand-year soul ring. His true strength is enough to match the ordinary titled Douluo!

In addition, after being tempered in prison, his understanding of artistic conception has skyrocketed and he will soon be successful. So he is so strong that he is probably no less than the title-level elders of the Spirit Hall. These soul saints of the Spirit Hall can be torn off alive!

"Salas!"

With a angrily shout, Fang Xuan's eyes were covered in blood, and the blue lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex above his head let out an angry roar, forcing dozens of Templar guardians who were blocking the way. Then, he attacked the Pope's Palace with great momentum, preparing to avenge Salas!

"presumptuous!"

At this moment, Pope Bibidong, Gui Douluo, Ju Douluo and other five titled Douluo came to the Pope's Hall and looked at Fang Xuan coldly.

"Fang Xuan! Your Highness, it's not your turn to be arrogant!"

The murderous aura of the title level spread out, cleaning the void, hitting Zhong Fang Xuan like a beast, and shaking him away.

Five major bans block the way!

This road is not open!

Fang Xuan groaned, and was shrunk for hundreds of meters in a row. A wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth and fell on the ground. He gritted his teeth, raised his stubborn face, and scanned Bibidong and others who were blocking the Pope's Hall, as well as... Salas hiding behind the bans, and the angry flames in his heart burned wildly.

"Hahahaha, Fang Xuan, why are you arrogant? With His Majesty the Pope here, what can you do to me?"

Saras laughed wildly, and his eyes were filled with jokes when he looked at Fang Xuan, and he said sarcastically: "I am here. How can you do? I have the will to kill me, come!"

Arrogant and cheerful laughter spread out, arousing the deepest anger in Fang Xuan's heart.

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

Fang Xuan was crazy, and the 100,000-year soul ring burst out with a scarlet light. The six martial souls were roaring and shouting. His eyes were blood red, and his feet burst out, shaking the ground. With the help of this rebound force, he shot out like a sharp arrow. He ignored Bibidong and others in front of the Pope's Palace and rushed towards Saras frantically!

"Fang Xuan! You're looking for death!"

Pope Bibidong snorted coldly, and from his feet, nine soul rings rose up, and a powerful aura burst out.

Facing the five titled Douluo in the Martial Soul Hall, Fang Xuan committed suicide alone, and this behavior is undoubtedly a way to die!

Pope Bibidong, Ju Douluo, Gui Douluo and other five major title thunder attacked, and they all rushed towards Fang Xuan. The title-level power was fully expanded, and they were ready to kill the latter directly!

"Get out of here, don't get in the way!!"

At this moment, a blood-red sword light hundreds of meters long pierced through the heaven and earth, as if a sky sword spread across the void. One sword cut Bibidong and the other five people, which was extremely domineering and rushing to the bullfighting!

Luo Xuanchen's silver hair was fluttering, holding a demon sword in his hand, and with the supreme divine power, he fought alone in the five major martial soul hall titled Douluo, helping Fang Xuan break the obstacles that blocked the road.

Without the titled Douluo blocking the way, no one can stop Fang Xuan!

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Fang Xuan's soul power boiled like magma, and he waved his iron fist to kill all directions. Large areas of powerful people in the Spirit Hall were bleeding under his fists and were directly bombarded into blood mist!

He was like an ancient war god reviving, killing towards the Pope's Hall step by step. With every step he took, more than ten soul masters of the Spirit Hall were bleeding and forced to break out a bloody road to the Pope's Hall.

Finally, Fang Xuan rushed to the Pope's Hall, and two lightning flashed out of his scarlet eyes, coldly locking on Saras in front of him, and his murderous intent was boiling, as if he turned into a bloodthirsty beast!

"Fang Xuan...you...you!"

Looking at Fang Xuan who was already red-eyed in front of him, Saras showed timidity and palpitations, but there was no way out at this moment. He could only grit his teeth and face Fang Xuan: "It's just a little soul saint. Don't be too arrogant. Since you came to him on your own initiative, I just killed you!"

yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black!

The entire eight soul rings lit up,

He is worthy of being the Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Hall. Salas is hiding deeply. His soul power has already reached the level of Conquer at level 80 or above, and his strength is extremely strong!

The quality of his martial soul is also very high, even a top-level martial soul - Fang Tian Hua Ji. Although it is not as good as the martial souls such as the Haotian Hammer and the Seven Killing Sword, it is also very powerful.

"Roar—Go to die, Fang Xuan!"

Saras roared wildly, and his body shone brightly. He directly opened the true body of the martial soul, burst out with all his strength, waved the Fang Tian Hua Ji, and slashed at Fang Xuan fiercely.

Fang Xuan's black hair was fluttering, his eyes were cold, as if he was a mountain. Facing the full-strength attack of Conra-level Salas, he looked cold and swung his fist calmly.

One punch!

Just one punch!

He directly smashed the Fangtian Huaji, tearing the air with his fist, and slamming Salas's face with a fierce blow, smashing half of his face into a slump, and blood and blood were dripping.

"Ah~ It hurts so much!"

Saras screamed shrillly, and the pain was extremely painful. His eyes were scarlet and he stared at Fang Xuan in front of him fiercely. His eyes were full of ferocity. He raised his right fist and smashed Fang Xuan wildly: "Fang Xuan, I'll fight you!"

Fang Xuan's eyes were deep, without saying a word, and stepped forward, waved his fist again, directly hitting Saras' fist. A terrifying force erupted from his body, smashing Saras' entire right arm!

Immediately afterwards, Fang Xuan waved his hand and ruthlessly tore off Salas' left arm!

"Ah! Ah! Ah! It hurts so much!"

Losing his arms, Saras screamed like a pig, and blood bleeded from the broken arms, looking extremely miserable. The Platinum Bishop of the dignified Spirit Hall was now being tortured by Fang Xuan's blood, and Saras's dignity was wiped out!

Fang Xuan stared coldly at the miserable Salas in front of him, with no emotional fluctuations in his pupils. He first grabbed Salas' entire face with his right hand, and then pierced Salas' chest with his left hand...

"Die! Die! Die!"

At this moment, Fang Xuan's eyes were red, his face was ferocious, and his whole body was filled with endless hostility. He suddenly used his hands to tear Saras down his body!

Saras died tragically on the spot, his body was torn into four or five pieces, and his blood and internal organs were scattered all over the ground. A platinum bishop of the Contra-level Martial Spirit Hall was bleeding!

Fang Xuan bathed in blood, his black hair dyed red, like a bloodthirsty beast, and his murderous aura was released from his body, which made countless people frightened!
Chapter completed!