Chapter 253 Sword dominance and torture [Third update! Please subscribe and vote monthly]
Dominant sword!
This is a name that was once powerful in the world. Everyone knows it. A domineering sword that swept across Douluo was extremely glorious in that era.
A long time ago, in the Wuhun Palace, in addition to the Qian clan of the Angel clan, there was also the Luo clan who inherited the sword martial soul and was equally powerful.
The two major families are equally matched, fighting against each other and jointly taking charge of the Spirit Hall!
About a few decades ago, the Angel Clan gave birth to the most amazing genius in history - Qian Daoliu, who swept through countless strong men in the Douluo Continent and faced off against the Luo Clan's contemporary tyrants!
The two fought for ten days and nights, until the sky collapsed and the earth was turned upside down.
In the end, Ba Dao was defeated and died at the hands of Qian Daoliu. The Luo clan was subsequently removed from the Wuhun Palace. The Qian clan held sole power over the Wuhun Palace, and Ba Dao became extinct in Douluo Continent!
As for the old madman Luo Xuanchen, he is a survivor of the Ba Dao clan... and at the same time, he is also the number one enemy of Wuhun Palace. In the eyes of the Qian clan, Ba Dao is no less dangerous than the Haotian Sect back then!
These past events were all deduced by Fang Xuan from Bibi Dong's words. Bibi Dong hid the existence of the Angel Clan and Qian Daoliu, only saying that he was a super strong man from Wuhun Palace who defeated the contemporary members of the Luo Clan. Dominant sword.
However, when Fang Xuan thought about it, he could understand who the super strong person hidden in Wuhun Hall was except Qian Daoliu.
"Fang Xuan, I will give you a month to think about it carefully!"
Before Pope Bibi Dong left, he took a deep look at Fang Xuan and said: "Give our soul master competition champion genius a clean cell, don't let him die!"
Finally, under Bibi Dong's order, the jailers prepared a clean small single room for Fang Xuan. It was made of fine steel and was indestructible. Even the floor was paved with steel. A person who had lost his soul power wanted to escape from here. It was impossible to get out.
Moreover, nine iron chains were added to his body, making him unable to move. It was said that he was unable to fly.
"Thirty days..."
Fang Xuan's eyes were cloudy, lying in the dark prison, quietly waiting for the day of judgment to arrive.
However, it was obvious that Wuhundian would not let him have a comfortable meal at home. Not long after, an uninvited guest came to the door.
"Long time no see, Fang Xuan!"
A tall and luxurious figure walked into the prison!
This man was wearing a golden robe, a gold crown, and a silk and brocade robe. He was very decent and noble, and his whole body exuded the majesty of a superior person.
As soon as he arrived, he greeted Fang Xuan warmly, as if he were meeting an old friend he hadn't seen for many years. He smiled gently and said, "Speaking of which, since we last parted from the Soul Master Promotion Tournament, this is the first time. Let's meet once, I didn't expect you to really make a difference, actually won the championship of the Soul Master Finals in one fell swoop, and also turned the Pope's Palace upside down, haha, I really underestimated you."
"Haha, you are a rare visitor. I didn't expect that just after His Majesty the Pope visited me, the Platinum Bishop of Wuhun Palace came to visit me again. I feel very honored!"
Fang Xuan narrowed his eyes, stared at the visitor quietly, and said coldly: "Bishop Salas."
This person is surprisingly the Platinum Bishop Salas of Wuhun Palace. Salas has been hostile to Fang Xuan since a long time ago, and even sent a Soul Saint-level strongman to assassinate him. The relationship between the two is extremely bad, and it can be said that it is a matter of life and death. Enemy.
In this case, Salas came to the prison, obviously up to no good.
"Wherever, the Tiandou Empire's peerless genius, we at the Spirit Hall must treat him in the most friendly way!"
Salas showed a kind smile, took out a thin and long needle from the soul guide, pointed it at the tip of Fang Xuan's index finger on his right hand, and plunged it in hard.
A heartbreaking pain suddenly came, stimulating Fang Xuan's nerves crazily.
His eyes were blood red, he clenched his teeth tightly, and stared at Salas without saying a word, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
"Haha, how about Fang Xuan, are you satisfied with my way of greeting?!"
Salas sneered and continued to exert force with his palms. The iron needle slowly stirred in Fang Xuan's fingers. Streams of blood overflowed from the wound, accompanied by bursts of severe pain.
Fingers and hearts!
This kind of pain was more severe than breaking two bones. Salas was very good at torturing people, but while talking and laughing, he gave Fang Xuan the most vicious torture!
Fang Xuan was silent and didn't even hum. He held on with extraordinary tenacity and just stared at Salas coldly with his cold eyes, like a bloodthirsty wild wolf!
"Don't be anxious, let's take our time. We have thirty days. I have to let you, a peerless genius who only appears once in a hundred years, kneel down and beg for mercy. Genius? Haha, in front of our Wuhun Hall, you are nothing more than It’s just a bunch of stinky shit. In the future, even if you are ready to confess your secrets, I may not be willing to listen!”
Salas sneered again and again, with endless viciousness on his face. In the soul master promotion competition, Fang Xuan always opposed him, making him unable to get off the stage many times. If he gets a chance this time, Fang Xuan will never be in prison. Ryan was born.
"Why do you have so many martial souls, and what method did you use..."
Just after pricking the needle, Salas took out another iron needle, inserted it into Fang Xuan's little finger, stirred it vigorously, and said sternly: "Speak!"
"The secret of my martial spirit, do you want to know?!"
Fang Xuan's body was shaking with pain, but he suddenly laughed and looked at Salas: "Come here and I'll tell you."
Salas frowned, hesitated for a while, and then chose to lean his face closer. He didn't believe that Fang Xuan, who had lost all his soul power, could do anything.
"Pooh!"
A line of blood-tinged phlegm was spat out, and it just stuck to Saras's face.
That majestic face immediately turned the color of pig liver, extremely ugly, and at the same time there was endless anger surging.
"Hahahaha, Lord Bishop, you are as embarrassed as a dog now." Fang Xuan laughed loudly, and his laughter did not conceal his ridicule for Salas.
"Okay! Okay! Okay! Fang Xuan, you have the guts, but you have fallen into my hands, and you still dare to be arrogant!"
Salas was so furious that he punched Fang Xuan on the chest with two fists, causing him to vomit blood. Then he took out a pair of sharp scissors from the soul guide ring.
There was a trace of cruelty on his face,
Aiming at Fang Xuan's index finger,
Cut it off hard!
A finger fell to the ground and blood spurted out!
At this moment, even with Fang Xuan's strong willpower, he couldn't help but roar in pain. He raised his blood-red eyes and stared at Salas: "You'd better pray that I die in prison. Otherwise, today’s revenge will be repaid tenfold tomorrow!”
"I, Fang Xuan, must avenge myself!"
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