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

A group of a dozen or so people stood with difficulty in the thick snow, each wearing heavy fur coats and releasing their spiritual power to resist the biting cold.

The atmosphere in the group was somewhat somber.

One of the elders, dressed in the Blue Lightning Sect's standard robe, had a worried look on his face.

He was Yu Changkong, one of the elders of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, a Soul Saint of level 79.

Even a powerful figure like him wouldn't dare travel alone in the far north, but instead chose to join an experienced expedition team to support each other.

This team is incredibly strong.

Besides Yu Changkong, there were two Soul Saints, several Soul Emperors, and the leader was an 83rd-level Soul Douluo who had been hunting in this area for many years.

The Soul Douluo was named Man Shi, the chieftain of a tribe in the far north who was born and raised there. This time, he led many of his tribe's younger generations out to hunt for Soul Rings.

Such a powerful lineup should be the top hunters on this icy plain.

But now, they are in a rather disheveled state.

Just half an hour ago, they encountered a group of strange people.

A group of Soul Masters dressed in wide purple robes, their faces filled with fanaticism.

Those people weren't very strong; the leader was only at the Soul Master level, and most of them were just Soul Venerables.

Yet they dared to launch a suicidal attack on this team composed of Soul Douluos and several Soul Saints.

The outcome of the battle was a foregone conclusion.

The purple-robed soul masters were easily suppressed.

However, the moment they were subdued, each of them let out a maniacal laugh and their bodies exploded!

Clusters of eerie purple flames shot into the sky.

The flames ignored the soul power defense and could not be extinguished.

One of the team's level 67 Soul Emperors was unable to dodge in time and was covered in flames, burning him to a crisp!

At this moment, the team stopped to rest, and the atmosphere was tense.

"Who exactly are those madmen?" a Soul Emperor asked, still shaken.

“Never seen anything like it before.” Contra Stone shook his head: “Their attack methods don’t belong to any sect or organization I know of. That purple flame is too strange.”

Yu Changkong said in a deep voice, "They were not doing this to plunder, but rather... a sacrifice. Each of them shouted a certain name before they died."

He vaguely recalled that this kind of evil spirit master had attacked the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan several years ago.

The people in purple robes appear to be seeking to kill or sacrifice powerful beings.

So... this elder didn't share any information. What if... they were mainly after him?

Others might ask to leave the group.

Do not say anything that is detrimental to unity.

"A madman," someone concluded.

Everyone fell silent.

Just then, a young member of the tribe behind Man Shi suddenly pointed to a spot not far away and exclaimed in surprise.

"Chief! Look over there!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

At the spot where the purple-robed man had self-destructed, several soul rings were quietly floating above the snow.

Those were not left behind by the purple-robed soul masters after their deaths, but by the soul beasts they commanded.

These are all common ice-attribute soul beasts found in the far north, such as ice wolves and snowline ferrets.

Man Shi, with his extensive experience, recognized it at a glance.

"The lifespan is roughly between two thousand and four thousand years, which is just right for you few to absorb."

He spoke to the young men behind him.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, his brows furrowed tightly.

Not right.

Those spirit rings are really strange.

A thousand-year-old soul ring should be pure purple.

However, the few thousand-year soul rings in front of me, although also purple, were not the crystal clear purple.

Their surfaces were burning with eerie purple flames, exactly like those of the madmen when they self-destructed!

Beside them was a black spirit ring of ten thousand years, the purple flames burning on it were even more intense, almost completely obscuring the blackness of the spirit ring itself!

As the group approached to observe, they quickly discovered the pattern.

These soul beasts, driven by the purple-robed man, seemed to have been infused with that strange purple fire.

After they die, the intensity of the flames burning on their spirit rings is directly proportional to the intensity of the purple flames within their bodies during their lifetime.

For a moment, everyone hesitated.

Is it really okay to absorb such a spirit ring?

That purple flame can easily burn a Soul Emperor to death. Who can guarantee that it won't backfire on a Soul Master during the absorption process?

but……

The young men, looking at the soul rings burning with purple flames, gradually began to breathe heavily.

Their eyes began to glare with fervor.

Those spirit rings exuded an alluring charm.

Just by watching them, a surge of violent, chaotic, and destructive power rushes into their minds, driving them to tear apart and kill everything around them!

Evil!

That's so creepy!

The pursuit of power is an instinct of Soul Masters.

This call from the primal power originating from the soul rings is nothing short of the sweetest poison for these young people who are eager to break through.

“Chieftain…” a young man couldn’t help but speak up, “I want to give it a try.”

"I want, too!"

Give me this chance!

Several young people rushed to get started.

Man Shi looked at the longing gleaming in their eyes and remained silent for a long time.

He was aware of the risks, but he also knew that opportunities often coexist with risks.

Finally, Man Shi took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Alright. But it must be voluntary. You all discuss who will try, and I will personally protect you."

The young people didn't lose their minds. After discussing it, the young man named Ah Hu seemed to have convinced the others, and his eyes were filled with ecstatic joy.

He strode forward, sat down cross-legged, and reached out to touch one of the two-thousand-year-old soul rings that was burning with a faint purple flame.

Just as Ah Hu was channeling his soul power into his soul ring, a sudden change occurred!

Not far away, the other purple fire soul rings, whether they were thousands or tens of thousands of years old, were like dried-up firewood.

The spirit ring itself, which should have existed for a long time, turned to ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye under the scorching of the flames!

"The spirit ring... was burned?" someone exclaimed in shock.

This completely overturned their understanding!

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But the weirdest part was yet to come.

The purple flames that had consumed the soul rings did not dissipate. Instead, they coalesced into streaks of light, as if guided by some force, and shot toward a certain direction in the far north, disappearing into the depths of the snowstorm.

"This……"

Everyone was so shocked by this scene that they were speechless.

Clearly, if Ah Hu had acted a little later, he probably wouldn't have had time to absorb that two-thousand-year-old soul ring.

Man Shi and Yu Changkong exchanged a glance, their expressions puzzled and somewhat uneasy.

Fortunately, Ah Hu's absorption process was not affected.

A moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes and let out a long howl!

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple—four spirit rings rose from beneath his feet.

The fourth spirit ring was the Purple Flame Spirit Ring that he had just absorbed, surrounded by purple flames, making it look exceptionally eerie.

"Ah Hu! Quickly try out your soul skill!" a companion shouted impatiently.

Ah Hu grinned, a hint of violence flashing in his eyes.

"it is good!"

He shouted loudly, and his spirit rings shone brightly!

"Fourth Soul Skill, Purple Flame Demon Claw!"

The phantom of his martial spirit, the Icefield Giant Bear, appeared behind him, and his right arm was instantly enveloped in a layer of raging purple flames, transforming into a ferocious giant claw.

He suddenly swung the sword at an iceberg not far away!

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A claw-like shadow burning with purple flames shot out, tearing through the wind and snow, and crashing into the ice that was harder than steel!

The small iceberg, tens of meters high, melted rapidly like a candle under the erosion of the purple flame claw shadow, finally turning into a pool of boiling snow water, steaming up white mist!

Everyone stared at the scene, somewhat stunned.

This is... the power that a two-thousand-year-old soul ring can unleash?