Red Lotus

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Fang Xuan's black hair was dyed with blood, and his eyes were scarlet. He had entered a state of madness.

His sword was wild and willful, like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. He cut down anyone he saw.

Rank 21!

Rank 22!

Rank 23!

…

Rank 31, Spirit Expert!

The wounds on Fang Xuan's body increased, but his spirit power continued to grow. He had already killed more than half of the low-level assassins, and the rest were intimidated by his ferocious aura.

They revealed looks of fear and didn't dare to approach him rashly.

Although the youth was already covered in wounds, his terrifying killing intent grew stronger and stronger. It was as if he wanted to tear apart the starry sky, causing many people to tremble in fear.

"Impossible! According to the information, he should have lost his Spirit Power. How can he still have such strength?!"

The black-clothed leader narrowed his eyes. Compared to Fang Xuan's battle prowess, what made him even more fearful was that Fang Xuan's strength was increasing at a frightening rate. This made him highly fearful.

"You do know I am. Who sent you here? Who wants to kill me?"

Fang Xuan's eyes emitted two rays of cold light as he closed on the black-clothed leader. His face was ice-cold, and his blood-stained black hair moved without wind.

He could tell a powerful group had planned this from the black-clothed leader's mutterings. They had taken advantage of the time when he had lost his Spirit Power to hunt him down and eliminate him once and for all.

Then who could it be? Who sent this group of black-clothed men? Who had the power to find out where he was so quickly and even discover that he had lost his Spirit Power? The Spirit Hall? The Star Luo Empire?

According to Qian Renxue, this group of assassins wasn't from the Spirit Hall, so the Spirit Hall could be eliminated. Then, were they from the Star Luo Empire? That was very likely!

Because Fang Xuan was within the borders of the Star Luo Empire, he had a grudge against the Star Luo Crown Prince Davis and the others during the Spirit Master Tournament.

Whether for revenge or to eliminate a strong enemy, the Star Luo Empire had an absolute reason to send assassins to kill Fang Xuan.

Or… the Heaven Dou Empire?

Fang Xuan had another suspect in his heart: the Heaven Dou Empire. He didn't want to believe it. During the Spirit Master Tournament, he defeated the Spirit Hall team and won the championship for the Heaven Dou Empire.

No matter what, he won glory for the empire and was a hero of the empire.

In the end, Emperor Xue Ye didn't send troops to save Fang Xuan during the public execution. Instead, he watched as the Spirit Hall executed Fang Xuan.

He was slightly disappointed when he heard about this but didn't expect the Heaven Dou Empire to help him. After all, his opponent was the Spirit Hall.

They probably couldn't save him even if the Heaven Dou Empire sent troops. Instead, all of their elites would be buried in Martial Spirit City.

As a result, Fang Xuan didn't pursue the matter after escaping from the Spirit Hall. He didn't even think about returning to the Heaven Dou Empire.

However, if the Heaven Dou Empire sent this group of assassins, then the Heaven Dou Empire wouldn't be able to escape this time.

In that case, Fang Xuan would have to travel to the Heaven Dou Empire one day and ask the Emperor why he had done this.

Countless complicated thoughts flashed through Fang Xuan's mind. Accompanied by the pain that came from all over his body, Fang Xuan's emotions were abnormally irritated. His eyes gradually became bloodshot as he stared unblinkingly at the black-clothed leader not far away.

"Come forward and accept your death!"

His eyes were frightening as he shouted coldly. A ball of blood-red flames ignited on his demon blade as he pointed it at the leader of the black-robed men.

This man in black was the leader of this group of assassins. He was a Spirit Saint, and his aura was powerful. Fang Xuan knew that to live today, he had to kill this Spirit Saint!

Without the Immortal Begonia's healing abilities, Fang Xuan's body was in a terrible condition. He was on the verge of death, and the wounds all over his body were bleeding non-stop.

His vision started to blur as he lost blood. His head felt heavy as if it was filled with lead. His body began to sway, and he couldn't hold on any longer.

Fang Xuan could feel that he was at his limit. This was why he was so anxious to fight the leader of the black-robed men. He wanted to fight his way out while his mind was still clear. Otherwise, he would be at the mercy of others if he fell to the ground.

"Fang Xuan! Don't be so arrogant. Today is the day you die!"

The leader of the black-robed men laughed coldly. His gaze quickly swept across Fang Xuan's battered body, and the coldness in his eyes grew more assertive. With his eyesight, how could he not know that Fang Xuan was at the end of his rope? He would be defeated in one strike!

More than half of his subordinates had been killed by Fang Xuan, but they had also left many wounds on Fang Xuan's body. If he couldn't even kill Fang Xuan, who had lost his spirit power, how could he explain himself to his superiors?!

The leader's eyes were filled with killing intent as he considered this. A black flame ignited on the surface of his body—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black. Seven bright spirit rings rose from his feet, and their brilliant light illuminated the pitch-black night sky.

A powerful aura that belonged to a peak Spirit Saint was unleashed. It was like a surging storm that crushed Fang Xuan.

"Bang!"

Fang Xuan groaned. He felt as if a wild beast had rammed him. He was Powerd back nine steps by the leader of the black-robed men's aura, and a streak of red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He knelt on one knee and stabbed his demon blade into the ground. He looked at the leader of the black-robed men who were walking towards him step by step. His expression was solemn, and he said in a deep voice, "Peak Spirit Saint!"

Judging from his aura, the leader of the black-robed men was probably Rank 79 or even Rank 80. He was just one step away from breaking through to become a Spirit Douluo.

Fang Xuan had underestimated the leader of the black-robed men. He thought he was an ordinary Spirit Saint, but he didn't expect him to be a peak Spirit Saint who was about to break through. It was tough for him to deal with a peak Spirit Saint in his current state. It was almost impossible for him to win.

His strength had recovered to the level of a Spirit Elder, and he had just unlocked three spirit rings. His spiritual power had only recovered to sixty percent, and it wasn't enough for him to unleash a spiritual attack.

The leader of the black-robed men was coming at him aggressively.

"Die, Fang Xuan!"

The leader of the black-robed men roared, and the seven spirit rings around his body shone. The projection of a pitch-black demonic tiger surfaced on the surface of his body. He used all his strength from the start, and his boundless spirit power erupted like a volcano. He transformed it into a demonic fist as big as a water tank. He punched it towards Fang Xuan in an attempt to kill him.

Black! Black! Black!

Three spirit rings rose into the air and released a mighty spirit power.

The strong wind that came at him blew the hair in front of Fang Xuan's forehead, revealing eyes as bright as stars. He gritted his teeth and frantically channeled his spiritual power. His eyes quickly turned red, and blood was about to drip out.

A trickle of blood flowed down from the corner of his eye. Inside his left eye, an illusionary image of a red lotus appeared. It was currently revolving in spirals, emitting a strange glow that enveloped the black-clothed leader who had just arrived before him.

"Red Lotus!!!"