Douluo's first sword

In the center of the palace, His Highness Ziyang

Fang Xuanyun was calm and relaxed, walking through the defenses of heavy soldiers. Every time he took a step, large swaths of soldiers exploded, and clouds of blood mist rose.

When he walked up the jade steps, there were already piles of corpses and broken arms behind him, and blood stained the palace ground red.

"Is this guy a monster?"

The golden-armored guards around him were terrified, and they all stared at Fang Xuan in fear, as if they were seeing a terrifying ancient beast. They didn't even see Fang Xuan take action, but everyone was almost dead. This was simply terrifying.

"This must be witchcraft, maybe this guy is an evil soul master," someone speculated.

Not to mention the golden-armored guards guarding the palace, even Ilia and Zhang Yunlong, who were in the same camp as Fang Xuan, were shocked. They did not expect that he would be so strong.

Stepping into the heavily guarded Balak Palace was like strolling in the courtyard. Fang Xuan's calm expression and unrivaled strength shocked the two of them.

"Just kid, don't be too arrogant. The Kingdom of Balak is not a place where people like you can be arrogant."

Suddenly, an angry roar rose into the sky, sweeping in all directions like a strong wind.

The red flames burned crazily, falling from the sky at high speed like a meteor, and hit the ground hard. With a "boom" sound, a huge pit appeared on the ground, and a fiery red figure appeared in front of everyone.

This is an old man in a red robe with red beard and hair. His whole body is burning like a torch. At his feet, seven haloes of yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, and black rise up, shining brightly. , a violent momentum broke out, causing countless people present to change their expressions.

"Holy Soul"

Looking at the seven haloes, Illya's expression changed drastically. For him, a civilian prince living among the people, the powerful Soul Saint was a being that he could look up to.

"That's Grand Duke Baruch"

Seeing the visitor, the golden-armored guard was slightly startled at first, and then became overjoyed, because this Flame Soul Saint was none other than the famous Duke Baruch of the Balak Kingdom.

The arrival of a powerful Soul Saint immediately boosted the morale of the guards of the Balak Kingdom.

At the same time, the reinforcements from the Barak Kingdom also arrived one after another. The crowd was overwhelming and the entire square was surrounded by water. There were more than a thousand people in total.

"The situation is not good, otherwise, we should escape."

A look of worry appeared on Zhang Yunlong's face. From the beginning, he did not agree with Fang Xuan's plan to attack the palace. Now he is completely surrounded by the army and it is difficult to escape.

"It's too late to leave, the seventh soul skill, Flame Avatar"

Duke Baruch sneered, and instantly activated his martial soul avatar, using the soul saint's most powerful method. He turned into a blazing fireball, wrapped in a billowing heat wave, and crazily killed Fang Xuan and the others.

"Haha, it's the flame true form of Grand Duke Baruch. That boy is dead now."

Many of the golden-armored guards sneered and looked at Fang Xuan with a joking look on their faces. No matter how strong this guy was, he was still so young and there was no way he could withstand the full blow of a powerful Soul Saint.

"Oops, no, it's the martial soul's true form. What should we do now?"

Illya panicked and felt the boundless terrifying heat wave coming towards his face. He hurriedly hid behind Fang Xuan, waiting for the unknown fate.

Under the gaze of countless joking eyes, Fang Xuan calmly waved his right fist to attack Duke Baruch. When that ordinary fist fell on Huo Zhen, the earth trembled suddenly, and an unparalleled domineering force The fist power suddenly exploded.

"Boom"

With a violent explosion, Duke Baruch's flame body was directly smashed to pieces by Fang Xuan's punch, and his whole body was blown up. Blood rain splashed everywhere. A majestic soul saint, a strong man, even screamed and screamed. If it is not sent out, it will be instantly killed.

silence

After easily disposing of Duke Baruch, Fang Xuan crossed his arms with a calm expression. He glanced at the golden-armored guards around him indifferently and said, "Who will die next?"

The calm words came out, and everyone was immediately frightened. Even the powerful Soul Saint was killed with one punch. The strength of this mysterious young man was so abnormal that the golden-armored guards were afraid of him and no longer dared to attack casually.

"Too strong, really too strong. Who is this Fang Xiaoniu?"

Illya was in a daze and looked at Fang Xuan in front of her with some disbelief. Just when he was in a daze, Fang Xuan suddenly turned his head and said to him: "Your Highness, don't stand there stupidly. You are not here to inherit." For the throne?”

"Oh yes, yes"

Illya suddenly realized it and quickly said to the surrounding guards: "I am Illya Barak, the last descendant of King Barak and the legal heir to the throne."

"Is Prince Illya really His Highness?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, some were happy and some were worried, and discussions gradually started coming from all directions.

His Majesty the King is critically ill and has urgently summoned Prince Illya, who is living among the people, to come back to inherit the throne. This is something that many people know, but is the handsome young man in front of him really Prince Illya? Is it possible that there is a lie? There are many People were unsure and looked at Illya with suspicion.

At this time, Zhang Yunlong suddenly took out a golden token and proved to everyone: "This is the golden token of His Majesty the King. In the name of the king, I have been staying by the prince's side, and I am responsible for protecting the prince's safety. I can prove that, Standing in front of you is Prince Illya, the future new king of the Balak Kingdom."

Looking at the shining golden token, everyone finally dispelled their doubts and expressed ecstasy. They knelt down to Illya and said respectfully: "See His Highness the Prince."

Now that the king is critically ill and the country's political situation is unstable, people in the Balak Kingdom are eager for a new king to take charge of the overall situation. Therefore, many people are waiting for the arrival of Illya.

At this moment, a cold humming sounded.

"This guy is not Illya, but a liar"

Before the words could be finished, a noble figure quickly walked out of the Ziyang Palace. It was not Queen Alice, but who was it.

Her expression was gloomy, her pretty face covered with frost, she pointed coldly at Illya below, and said decisively: "I just received the news that Illya was unfortunately assassinated. This guy is a fake and a fake."

The queen's questioning caused an uproar in the crowd. For a moment, everyone didn't know whether to believe Illya's words or Alice's.

"Yes, I can prove that this person is definitely not Ilia."

Roderick appeared behind Alice and unswervingly supported the queen's point of view. In the current Balak Kingdom, after the king and queen, the most powerful person is of course Roderick, who is the national advisor. Derek.

When he came forward to correct her, many people's balance began to tilt towards the queen. After all, two against one, many people began to choose to believe the queen and cast doubtful eyes on Illya.

"Auntie, we are all family, why do you want to frame me again and again?"

Illya bit her lip and said to the queen: "After I inherit the throne, you will be my mother, and I will honor you like my own son."

"Haha, you faker, stop pretending."

Alice sneered and looked at Illya with sarcasm in her eyes. She knew that the handsome boy in front of her was the king's illegitimate son, but so what, he was just a commoner bitch. She would never allow Illya to inherit. throne

"I swear on the honor of our national master, the person in front of me is definitely not Prince Illya," Roderick said swornly.

Alice and Roderick, a queen and a state counselor, worked together to sing a double act and decided that Illya was a fake.

Poor Illya is too naive and kind-hearted, and is no match for the two political veterans here. Her eyes are red with anxiety, and she is helpless in front of them.

At this time, Fang Xuan finally couldn't stand it anymore and said lazily: "Hey, are you done arguing?"

"Huh, where did this little devil come from that doesn't know how to live or die?"

Roderick frowned slightly, not liking to be interrupted in the conversation. His sharp eyes, like falcons, locked onto Fang Xuan for a while. A chill flowed through him, and the aura of Peak Contra was looming, which made many people change their minds.

However, Fang Xuan had a calm expression on his face, as if he did not feel the strong pressure from Roderick. He smiled faintly at Ilia beside him:

"Illya, there is something I have to tell you. This world is not created by quarrels, but by fists."

The moment the words fell, Fang Xuan's eyes gradually became sharper, and the terrifying murderous aura of the titled Douluo level was released without any reservation, and the whole palace trembled crazily.

Everyone present was shrouded in boundless fear