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Slaughter City had existed for thousands of years. Legend had it that it was a domain left behind by a God after he ascended to godhood at level 100. It became the Douluo Continent's lawless land!
This was a cradle of sin and blood. It had endured thousands of years of storms but had always stood tall!
However, at this moment, under the combined efforts of Fang Xuan, Tang San, and Hu Liena, Slaughter City was finally destroyed. A total of 100,000 Fallen Ones were killed, and it had completely become a dead city!
"It's over, it's finally over..."
Tang San exhaled with difficulty, and his tense nerves finally relaxed. Clear Sky Hammer trembled slightly before disappearing. Then, as if he had lost all his strength, he sat on the ground, panting heavily.
"Are we still alive...?"
Hu Liena was also exhausted. She was so tired that she could not even open her eyes. Over the past ten days, she had killed thousands of people. She had been fighting constantly, was seriously injured, and completely worn out. She was not even sure if she was still alive.
"Good! Good! Good!"
At that moment, a cold voice sounded. Slaughter King gradually emerged from the depths of the Killing Field. His huge body was covered in a red cloak, and his rough face was full of killing intent!
Behind him were more than 20 tall men in armor. They were burly and had majestic auras. This was the law enforcement team!
"A total of 100,000 Fallen Ones couldn't kill you. It's really impressive. In the 50 years of Slaughter City, the three of you are the most outstanding, but..."
Slaughter King's tone changed, and he spoke with a murderous aura, "I want to see if you, who are exhausted now, can still stop the strongest law enforcement team in Slaughter City!"
The strongest legion in Slaughter City was not the numerous Fallen Ones but the law enforcement team led by the Slaughter King. Every law enforcement team member was at least a Spirit Douluo, and they could use Spirit skills.
After ten days and ten nights of fighting, although Tang San and the others had won, it was a Pyrrhic victory. They were exhausted, and Tang San could not use the Clear Sky Hammer. How could they stop this group of powerful enforcers?
"Hehe, three vermin, go to hell!"
The enforcers sneered and activated their Martial Spirit True Bodies one after another. Eight Spirit rings surrounded each of them as they charged toward Tang San and the others with a terrifying aura.
"It's over..."
Tang San laughed bitterly, and a look of despair appeared on his face. He did not even have the strength to escape, let alone fight back, in the face of the murderous law enforcement team.
"Sigh, is this the end?"
Hu Liena's pretty face was pale. She didn't resist either, quietly waiting for death to descend upon her.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Their Spirit power erupted, and their killing intent soared into the heavens. The 20 Spirit Douluo unleashed their martial Spirit true bodies simultaneously, and their might was terrifying. Their presence alone was enough to cause the earth to tremble and quake. They unleashed their full strength like a pack of ferocious tigers with wide open mouths, charging viciously toward Tang San and the others.
"Hahahaha..."
At that moment, a burst of demonic laughter rang out. The laughter was wild and unrestrained, like a demonic star that had broken free from its shackles, laughing maniacally!
A terrifying pressure suddenly erupted from Fang Xuan's body. It was like a surging tsunami that could topple mountains and overturn seas, sweeping in all directions. The void trembled, and the earth collapsed like heaven and earth were about to be destroyed!
"It's too terrifying! What level of power is this?!"
The enforcers' expressions changed drastically, and they were horrified. It was as if they were in the mouth of a prehistoric beast, their bodies and minds shrouded in the shadow of death.
"Ah! Ah! Ah..."
Screams rang out one after another, and this terrifying killing intent tore apart these powerful Spirit Douluo. They exploded one by one, with flesh and blood splattering everywhere and bones scattered across the ground.
In just an instant, all 20 enforcers were dead!
"How is this possible?!"
Beowulf turned pale with fright. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He was the captain of the enforcers, and he carefully selected all of them. Although they were not as strong as him, they were all outstanding Spirit Douluo, each capable of dominating Slaughter City.
But now, in just an instant, all the enforcers were killed by Fang Xuan. This was simply unbelievable.
Of course, Beowulf wasn't the only one shocked. Even his two partners, Tang San, and Hu Liena, looked at the domineering figure in disbelief. They suddenly felt they no longer knew Fang Xuan.
"This guy... how did he suddenly become so strong?!"
The two of them were shocked. They had no idea what had happened to Fang Xuan.
"Ah..."
Fang Xuan roared into the sky. He was bold and unrestrained. His blood-stained black hair danced in the wind as a terrifying aura was unleashed from his body. This aura was so strong that it caused everyone's expression to change.
But it wasn't over yet. His aura continued to increase rapidly, like a rolling snowball. It tore through the void, collapsed mountains, and rose to a level far above everyone else!
It caused everyone to tremble with fear!
"Titled Douluo!!"
Looking at Fang Xuan, whose aura could crush heaven and earth, the Slaughter King's pupils suddenly shrank. His previously calm face revealed a serious expression for the first time. At that moment, he could feel a strong sense of danger from Fang Xuan.
Titled Douluo? How is this possible?! How did this guy become a Titled Douluo?!
While the Slaughter King was astonished, he was also deeply confused. Even an exceptional prodigy couldn't become a Titled Douluo without at least 30 to 50 years of cultivation. However, Fang Xuan had only recently become a Spirit Douluo. How did he suddenly reach Titled Douluo?
This needed to be clarified!
In truth, the Slaughter King couldn't have known Fang Xuan's secret. As long as Fang Xuan killed enough powerful opponents, his Spirit power would continue to increase without limit. And these hundred thousand Fallen Ones were the source of Fang Xuan's rapid growth.
After ten days and nights of slaughter, Fang Xuan had killed countless Fallen Ones, accumulating an indescribably terrifying amount of Spirit power. His level had skyrocketed from Level 83, breaking through the barrier that had blocked myriad others, and surged into the realm of Level 90.
With the Sword Drawing System, Fang Xuan wasn't restricted like a normal Spirit master. As long as he had enough Spirit power, he could break through to any rank, even without obtaining Spirit rings.
After an entire year of fighting and killing in Slaughter City, Fang Xuan had finally reached the domain he had always dreamed of—Rank 91, Titled Douluo!
"Hahahaha, is this the power of a Titled Douluo? My Spirit power is as boundless as the ocean. I feel like I have the world in my hands!"
Fang Xuan's black hair was messy, and his eyes were deep. He could feel the surging Spirit power and unprecedented strength in his body. His blood-stained face was filled with uncontrollable ecstasy, and he couldn't help but shout in excitement.
His shout was like a tide, rolling and spreading, making the entire world tremble!
"Arrogant kid, you're just putting on an act. I don't believe you could reach Titled Douluo so easily!"
Beowulf sneered, his eyes filled with cruelty. A terrifying storm of killing intent erupted from him. He was unconvinced and was ready to test Fang Xuan's abilities.
His nine Spirit rings intertwined, releasing dazzling, multi-colored lights illuminating the dark sky and earth.
Beowulf held a Heavenly Halberd, with nine Spirit rings circling his body. He unleashed the terrifying strength of a Titled Douluo, charging toward Fang Xuan like a burning black meteorite.
Faced with Titled Douluo's all-out attack, Fang Xuan didn't move. His eyes remained calm as he lifted his right hand and calmly slashed at Beowulf, who was in mid-air!
"Bang—"
An explosion rang out, and Beowulf let out a blood-curdling scream. His nine Spirit rings exploded simultaneously, his halberd was instantly destroyed, and his body erupted like a red firework in the sky. He was dead!
"A Titled Douluo... is nothing more than this!"
A peerlessly domineering voice swept through the surroundings, causing the entire sky to fall deathly silent!