Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul, Luo Sanpao, Allows Me to Defy Fate

Yu Xiaoheng activated his second soul skill.

"Thunder!"

An even thicker bolt of lightning condensed in the air, emitting a deafening roar.

This attack was not intended to kill Tang San outright.

Their aim was to completely cripple him.

"Tang San, you are treacherous and vicious..."

"I, Yu Xiaoheng, am no pushover either! Your so-called moral bottom line is nothing more than something I can easily disregard!!"

What do you have to fight me with?!

Yu Xiaoheng sneered inwardly.

"Even if you can be saved, your severe injuries will be enough to slow down your cultivation progress."

He didn't kill him.

If Tang San dies, Tang Wei will go completely mad.

At that time, this titled Douluo will act recklessly, and all the immortal herbs on the ground will surely be destroyed.

That would be a losing proposition.

The devastating thunderclap was about to strike.

"Little San!"

Tang Wei and Tang Hao finally realized something was wrong, their eyes wide with fury, and they wanted to rush forward to stop them.

"Sect Leader Tang, the competition is not over yet, why the rush?"

Yu Yuanzhen's figure blurred as he took the initiative to meet Tang Wei, his powerful dragon might blocking Tang Wei's attempt to provide assistance.

The elders of the Blue Lightning Sect, on the other hand, stood by and watched.

Dugu Bo simply turned his face away.

He would never dare to get involved in such a conflict between top powers.

A close call.

At this critical moment of life and death.

Tang San, who was trapped in the lightning field, suddenly gave up using his soul power to protect himself.

He allowed the raging lightning to continue destroying his physical body.

The excruciating pain caused him to tremble violently all over.

But his right arm could still move.

He simply flicked his fingertip.

A faint, brilliant golden light flashed by.

Tang Clan's hidden weapon, the Dragon Beard Needle!

This needle has unparalleled penetrating power. Even if Yu Xiaoheng can defeat the Shui sisters' martial soul fusion skill, his physical defense will definitely not be able to withstand it.

The needles were coated with a potent and potent poison.

First, it paralyzes the nerves, then the attack slowly progresses until the heart meridian is severed, beyond the help of even a miracle worker.

If Yu Xiaoheng is poisoned, even if he can return to the Blue Lightning Sect, he will surely die from the poison.

At that time, the Haotian Sect can take the opportunity to dig up all the immortal herbs in the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire and escape.

Chapter 144 The item is returned to its rightful owner; Tang San is severely injured.

A hint of ruthlessness and smugness flashed in Tang San's eyes.

Then... he stared at Yu Xiaoheng's face.

He had assumed that Yu Xiaoheng would be looking smug and confident at this moment.

My counterattack will surely plunge him from the peak of triumph into the abyss of despair.

But he didn't expect that.

Yu Xiaoheng's expression was neither smug nor arrogant.

On that handsome face, there was instead a hint of... "The fish has finally taken the bait."

What made Tang San even more terrified was...

Yu Xiaoheng's gaze remained fixed on his right hand, which was about to unleash a hidden weapon, from beginning to end!

"How is this possible?!"

Tang San's mind went blank.

But the arrow was already on the bowstring, and it had to be released.

He could only grit his teeth and shoot the poisoned dragon whisker needle toward Yu Xiaoheng!

next moment.

A sudden clap of thunder fell from the sky.

But it struck neither Yu Xiaoheng nor Tang San.

Instead, a magnetic field of lightning, flashing with blinding light, formed between the two of them.

Tang San, a transmigrator from a martial arts sect, possessed numerous advantages in his previous life.

Yu Xiaoheng, a time traveler, comes from the modern era.

I took high school physics classes.

Magnetic field power!

boy!

Wait, did I say something scary?

"Crackling and popping—"

Amidst the crackling sound of electricity, a flash of golden light appeared.

All the dragon whisker needles that shot out were firmly attracted by the lightning magnetic field, trapped inside, unable to move.

Yu Xiaoheng easily blocked the fatal blow.

then.

He slowly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a faint smile.

Yu Xiaoheng extended an index finger and gently pressed it against his lips.

"Return the item to its rightful owner."

The words fell.

The lightning at his fingertips flickered slightly.

The countless needles trapped in the magnetic field instantly changed direction.

Like a golden rainstorm, it reflected off Tang San, who was unable to move!

The golden rain poured down and completely entered Tang San's body.

"Puff puff--"

That was the faint sound of a dragon's beard needle piercing flesh.

Tang San's body suddenly stiffened.

The next moment, he fell straight to the ground, his body convulsing violently.

The potent poison, refined on the needle tip, flowed into his meridians through the tiny wound.

Wherever it passed, waves of burning pain emanated.

How could this be?

My hidden weapon... my poison...

"puff--"

A mouthful of sweet-smelling black blood suddenly spurted from Tang San's mouth, staining the lush green grass in front of him with an ominous dark red.

The outcome is decided.

We won!

"Young Master is mighty!"

After a brief silence, cheers erupted from the Blue Lightning Sect's camp.

"Little San!"

Tang Wei and Tang Hao were terrified upon seeing this.

But at that very moment...

A sudden change occurred.

Tang San, who should have collapsed to the ground and struggled to move even a finger, actually managed to get up, trembling, by supporting himself on the ground with his arms!

Even Yu Xiaoheng, who was already preparing to reclaim his martial soul, was slightly surprised by his willpower.

Tang San was poisoned and forcibly used his soul power to stand up, which was no different from courting death.

But Tang San, of all people, dared to "seek death".

With his last ounce of strength, he trembled as he pulled something from the soul tool at his waist.

A completely black, intricately structured metal object.

Zhuge Repeating Crossbow!

A flash of mad determination crossed his eyes as he pulled the trigger.