A steamed bun was obviously not enough to fill Fang Xuan's stomach after two or three days of hunger. Instead, it directly triggered the hell of hunger. The strong appetite stimulated the nerves frantically, causing the clear black pupils to gradually crawl blood.

"Give it..."

Fang Xuan turned his eyes and stared coldly at a scared man not far away.

"Uh... I'll give it to you."

The scar man was stunned. He remembered Fang Xuan's fierce performance just now, and showed fear on his face. He walked over timidly and handed the steamed bun that he had not eaten yet.

The moment the steamed bun was put into Fang Xuan's hand, a ruthless look flashed through the scared man's eyes, and his right hand suddenly rose up, turning into a hideous iron claw, and attacking Fang Xuan's throat frantically.

However, he was one step slower, Fang Xuan swung his fist in advance, and the fist wind blew the air, slamming the scar man hard on the face, smashing his head with one punch.

"Brothers, fight with this guy!"

At the same time, the three remaining criminals in the cell had a ferocious face, roared, waved their iron fists, and rushed towards Fang Xuan frantically.

Although they were sealed with soul power, they were once ruthless people. Each of them had dozens or hundreds of lives on their hands. How could they be willing to be threatened by a disabled person with a broken leg?

"Well, I will kill one, and I will kill two!"

Fang Xuan had a cold expression and sharp eyes. At this moment, he was full of black hair and danced wildly, as if he had become the invincible god of war who fought against the Pope of the Spirit Hall.

Although he was seriously injured all over and his soul power was sealed, his body was still stronger than that of ordinary people. Under the tempering of various immortal herbs, his physical strength is now comparable to steel, and more than ten times stronger than ordinary people!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Fang Xuan's eyes were like torches, burning wildly. He raised his right hand and smashed his fist against a blonde man's fist. The fist force cleaned the void and broke his entire right arm, blood flowing and flesh flying.

"ah……"

The blonde man screamed shrillly, covering his broken arm and cried in pain: "My right arm, my right arm!"

"die!"

At the same time, the other two arrived and their fists were aimed at Fang Xuan's head and slammed them down!

"You are the ones who die!"

Fang Xuan snorted coldly, and suddenly pulled out the soft sword hidden in his belt with his right hand. The cold sword light seemed to pierce the dark dawn, and cut it from the two of them like lightning, and two bloody heads rolled to the ground.

This is a fine steel soft sword created for him many years ago. The sword body is slender and soft, but extremely sharp, and the iron is as sharp as mud. He has been hiding it in his belt and carrying it with him. It is hidden as a means of saving his life. Even the Spirit Hall did not find the existence of this sword.

I remember that night in Tiandou City, he was just a small soul master. Facing a Soul Sect-level assassin, he was helpless and almost killed. In the end, this soft sword saved him and helped him kill the Soul Sect by surprise!

Now, Fang Xuan is physically disabled and has lost all his soul and strength. The situation is far more dangerous than that of the past. This sharp soft sword undoubtedly has put a pair of fangs on him now!

In less than a second, three people were killed in a row. Looking at the corpse lying on the ground, the blonde man couldn't help but shiver coldly, showing a look of fear. At this moment, he finally realized that what he was messing with was not a sick tiger, but a real evil star!

"No...no...I'm willing to surrender to you, please don't kill me!"

The blond man with broken arms looked at Fang Xuan with fear, and he knelt on the ground with a "thump" and begged for mercy to the latter desperately.

"Die!"

Two cold lights burst out from his eyes. Fang Xuan kicked the wall with his left leg. With his powerful force, he ejected out like a cheetah. The long sword cut through the darkness and slashed the blonde man straight, breaking the body into two pieces, and blood splashed!

After the five criminals were resolved, the prison finally became quiet!

Fang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, and finally no longer had to guard against attacks from all around him. As soon as the tense nerves relaxed, a sharp pain immediately surged from all over his body.

"Hiss~ It hurts so much!"

Even with Fang Xuan's strong willpower, he couldn't help but twitched all over his body and rolled on the ground. The battle just now directly caused wounds all over his body to collapse and blood overflow, and the injuries became more and more serious.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the ferocious and serious injury, Fang Xuan couldn't help but frown. If he could break through the seal, he could repair all injuries in an instant with the powerful healing power of Jiuxin Haitang.

But now, his martial soul has been sealed and he cannot cast Jiuxin Begonia, and the wound on his body has become ulcerated and thick. If this continues, he may be infected and die directly!

"Tsk, the situation is so bad!"

Fang Xuan gritted his teeth, wiped the blood on the soft sword with his sleeve, and hid it in his belt. Then he dragged his broken leg against the black wall, took a few breaths, picked up a piece of steamed bun piled on the straw, and ate quietly with a bowl of cold water.

In this case of severe injuries, he especially needs to eat to replenish energy.

After three or four steamed buns, a warm current gradually rose from his cold abdomen, gradually spreading towards his limbs and bones, making his cold and stiff body gradually warm, and even a pale face appeared with blood.

The next moment, Fang Xuan's eyes surged with determination and began to deal with the wound by himself. He first rinsed the wound on his body with cold water, and then used his hand as a knife to tear off the rotten and purified flesh from the wound.

One wound after another, one piece of rotten meat was torn...

His eyes were bloodshot, his veins swelled up, and he kept repeating this cruel and painful movement, and beads of sweat the size of beans dripped off his forehead.

If it were an ordinary person, let alone cleaning up the rotten flesh on his wounds, even if he took a look, he might faint. However, Fang Xuan's will is so tough that he had already developed a strong willpower like steel in countless life and death killings.

He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, tore off the rotten meat piece by piece, rinsed it with clean water, and then tore off a few clean cloths from the surrounding bodies, acted as bandages, and bandaged the wounds on his body one by one.

This process lasted for an hour.

When he finally handled the wound and connected the broken bones, his spirit reached the critical point. After a little longer, he might collapse directly.

"Huh~"

Fang Xuan let out a long sigh, and finally there was no need to worry about the wound being infected for the time being.

"Play! Play--"

At this moment, a crisp applause suddenly sounded, making Fang Xuan's nerves that had just relaxed became tense again, and his vigilant eyes looked along the source of the sound.

"I admire you! I admire you! I am worthy of being a peerless genius who can beat all the heroes and win the Soul Master Competition. What a terrible willpower. I really appreciate you more and more..."

A noble and dazzling figure came from the end of the darkness, and countless gems hanging on the gorgeous robe shone with moving light, instantly illuminating the entire dark prison.

The man stood calmly at the door of the prison, with his hands on his back, and a smile on his face, scanning Fang Xuan in the prison with an admiring gaze.

"Haha, it's a great honor to be praised by you!"
Chapter completed!