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

The wind and snow ahead seemed to be pushed aside by an invisible wall of air, and the view suddenly opened up.

A team stood silently in front.

They wore heavy animal skin coats, adorned with bone ornaments and strange totems, exuding a rugged and primitive beauty.

The leader was a burly man with white hair and beard, and a face that looked as if it had been sculpted by a glacier, with sharp, angular features.

Contra!

Yu Xiaoheng's pupils suddenly contracted.

He recognized the outfit.

Warriors of the Ice Plains tribe in the far north.

A thought flashed through his mind like lightning.

A reversal?

Now, reveal your identities and work together with this tribal team to wipe out this group of evil spirit masters.

The thought only flashed through his mind for a moment before he extinguished it with a vengeance.

Not right.

Something is very wrong.

Yu Xiaoheng recalled the route they had taken.

This group of evil spirit masters changed direction at least three times on the icy plains, each time as if they were deliberately avoiding something, or as if they were pursuing something.

This was no coincidence.

This was a long-planned "meeting".

Yu Xiaoheng felt a chill run down his spine and decided to wait and see what would happen.

"Om-!"

At that moment, the leader of the tribe's Soul Douluo unleashed his full power and aura!

Its imposing aura pressed down like a mountain, sweeping over the entire evil spirit master team.

The women, bound by shackles, gasped in shock. The weakest among them collapsed to the ground, their legs giving way.

Hailan's body trembled violently. She instinctively hugged the little girl beside her even tighter, her face growing paler as she couldn't withstand the oppressive force.

Yu Xiaoheng, expressionless, silently took a step forward, just in time to shield Hai Lan in front of him.

His movements were natural, like an unconscious shift within the group.

Yu Xiaoheng didn't think this operation was of any use.

This blue-haired woman's small frame... well, if she could shield me from something, that wouldn't be bad.

Although I don't know what it can block, I'll block as much as I can.

He had a feeling that what was about to happen would be very troublesome.

really.

The tribal Soul Warrior recognized the woman being escorted and then saw the familiar purple robes on the evil Soul Masters; his eyes blazed with fury.

"It's you scum again!"

"Let them go!"

The leader of the evil spirit masters, a Soul Saint with a gloomy aura, let out a strange, eerie laugh.

"Release them? We went through so much trouble to 'invite' them out, how can we just release them like that?"

Without another word, Contra's eighth spirit ring suddenly lit up!

"court death!"

A chilling aura erupted instantly, and countless ice spikes materialized out of thin air, raining down on the evil soul master team!

Battle is imminent!

However, just as Contra made his move, a sudden change occurred!

A bone blade, gleaming with an eerie light, pierced his ribs and went straight through his heart!

"Pfft!"

Blood gushed out, staining the white fur coat red.

Contra's body trembled violently. He slowly lowered his head, completely bewildered.

The one who made the move was none other than his most trusted subordinate, a Soul King who had fought alongside him for decades.

"Why... why?"

The Soul King's face was contorted, his eyes flashing with madness and pain.

He did not answer.

His fifth spirit ring, a ten-thousand-year spirit ring, was burning with an eerie purple flame!

Driven by the purple flames, the light of the spirit ring surged to a terrifying level!

Then, purple flames engulfed the heavens! They swallowed up the Contra Douluo!

The power of this attack was far beyond what a ten-thousand-year Soul King could produce; its penetrating power and explosive force reached the level of a twenty-thousand-year Soul Skill!

Yu Xiaoheng's eyelids twitched violently.

This is not over yet!

"Let's do it!"

With a shrill roar from the Soul King, nearly half of the tribal warriors behind the Soul Douluo launched an attack simultaneously!

Soul Sect, Soul Lord...

Each of them has at least one spirit ring burning with the same purple flame!

In an instant, various soul skills, carrying power far exceeding their own age limits, struck the tribal soul douluo fiercely from the most unprepared angle!

"boom--!!!"

A violent explosion resounded across the ice field, sending up a flurry of snow and ice.

Yu Xiaoheng was stunned.

What the hell is this?

Purple Flame Soul Ring?

I'm a time traveler! I know the setting of Douluo Continent better than anyone! Even though I haven't read the later parts, I still know it.

In Douluo Continent I, there was the Limit Douluo; in Douluo Continent II, there was the million-year soul ring; in Douluo Continent III, there was the Battle Armor and the Spirit Pagoda; I didn't look closely at the messy later on in Douluo Continent IV, but there was definitely no purple fire soul ring that could double the power of a soul ring!

Where did this thing come from?!

His mind was in chaos, but his gaze remained fixed on the battlefield.

He quickly found the answer.

Among the evil soul masters' team, there were some soul beasts that had been corrupted by the purple flame aura. They were killed by the shockwaves from the initial attack of the Soul Douluo.

At the very moment of their death, rings of soul energy burning with purple flames rose from their corpses.

So that's how it came about...

Yu Xiaoheng suddenly realized something.

In the center of the battlefield, the tribal Soul Warrior, though strong, was severely injured by the betrayal and surprise attack of several trusted confidants.

Even more deadly was that the eerie purple flames spread along the wounds, burning fiercely on his body and constantly eroding his soul power and life force.

"Roar--!!!"

The burly man roared in defiance, and with his last ounce of strength, he blasted a traitorous Soul Master away with a single punch.

The beast-hide armor on the Soul Master instantly shattered.

The sight revealed beneath the armor sent chills down Yu Xiaoheng's spine.

The Soul Lord's entire torso seemed to have been burned away, leaving only a charred skeleton filled with purple flames.

That can't be called a "person" at all.

Yet, this burning skeleton was still moving, still fighting, emanating a chilling aura.

Soon, under the burning of the purple flames and the siege of the crowd, the aura of that tribal Soul Douluo was completely annihilated.

A powerful figure has fallen.

Yu Xiaoheng secretly rejoiced.

Fortunately... fortunately I didn't impulsively defect.

In this far north, heaven knows how many so-called "normal soul masters" have been silently infected and controlled by this purple flame.

If he had actually made a move just now and been ambushed by these "living dead," the consequences would have been unimaginable.

While Yu Xiaoheng calmly analyzed the situation, the captured A Yin and the other women, looking at the bloody and bizarre scene before them, had only endless despair in their eyes.

The battle is over.

The leader of the evil spirit masters gave the order.

"Clean up the battlefield, collect 'the power of my lord,' and don't waste a single drop."

What is the power of my lord?

Yu Xiaoheng was taken aback.

Chapter 170 Are we in dire straits?

Fortunately, Yu Xiaoheng doesn't have to worry about being exposed.

Several evil soul masters immediately stepped forward and carefully drew out wisps of remaining purple flames from the Soul Douluo's corpse.

Then, the order was relayed to every member of the team.