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

Yang Wudi held the gun in one hand, the tip pointing directly at Yu Xiaoheng's throat, his voice indifferent.

Two delicate shouts came from behind.

Shui Yun'er and Shui Lingxi completed their Martial Soul Possession almost instantly, their Soul Power surging, ready to rush forward and unleash their Martial Soul Fusion Technique.

They couldn't bear to see Yu Xiaoheng face a Soul Saint alone.

however.

An arm was placed in front of them.

Yu Xiaoheng did not turn around, steadily blocking the two sisters' path.

Even he was stunned for a moment after making that move.

According to his self-proclaimed persona, shouldn't he push his teammates out to take the hits while he takes the opportunity to escape?

But the body moves faster than the brain.

Yu Xiaoheng's lips curled slightly.

Don't bother.

Yu Xiaoheng withdrew his arm, not looking at Yang Wudi, but turning to the two women behind him and saying:

“When facing a Soul Saint, your Martial Soul Fusion Technique can’t even break through that layer of Soul Power shield.”

"Let's go."

“Your presence here won’t buy me any time; it will only distract me.”

Shui Lingxi said urgently, "But—"

"No buts."

Yu Xiaoheng raised his voice, interrupting her directly.

opposite.

Seeing this scene, Yang Wudi's eyes, which were originally filled with murderous intent, flashed with a hint of surprise.

There are two rumors about this young master of Blue Lightning.

One is the unparalleled benevolence and righteousness that the Blue Lightning Sect vigorously promotes, which is a facade for the world to see.

The other is the ruthless and merciless nature that is secretly passed down among the various sects, who will stop at nothing to become stronger.

Yang Wudi had thought he would meet the latter today.

Surprisingly, it wasn't entirely like that.

"It's quite touching."

Yang Wudi's spear trembled, his soul power shone brightly, and his black fifth soul ring suddenly lit up.

"However, he still has to die!"

He has absolute confidence in his abilities.

Before he came, Tang San had given him information about Yu Xiaoheng.

To be able to kill the Soul King duo is truly genius.

But who is Yang Wudi?

The next patriarch of the Po clan, whose attack power is said to be comparable to that of the strongest person below the Title Douluo!

Even if Yu Xiaoheng's combat strength is overestimated by two times, he is still nothing more than a slightly larger ant in front of a Soul Saint.

One shot is enough.

and……

Tang San is not stupid.

Now that they've discovered this secret passage, they certainly won't send just one person.

He must have assigned Yang Wudi, one of the next generation leaders of the four major families and the strongest combat force he could muster, to this suspected secret route that was closest to the main hall square.

As it turned out, Tang San made the right bet.

But Yang Wudi was only the first hurdle.

The commotion caused by that shot must have been a signal.

Tang San's inability to mobilize Soul Douluos doesn't mean Tang Hao is incapable.

After a previous discussion.

At this very moment, several Soul Douluo-level powerhouses are rushing towards this direction, following the direction Tang San indicated.

Ahead lies the formidable enemy, Yang Wudi.

Following them were the Soul Douluo from the Clear Sky Sect who were about to arrive.

A dead end?

It's a dead end!

Yang Wudi did not speak again.

According to the unspoken rules of the Soul Master world, when facing a junior who is two or three major realms lower than oneself, a Soul Saint who has been famous for a long time should at least put on the demeanor of a senior, either by giving way for a few moves or by offering a few comments.

But he didn't.

Yu Xiaoheng is the greatest genius of our time!

Killing him, wasting even a second, is disloyal, unjust, and unfilial to the Haotian Sect!

boom!

Two deep craters were blown open in the ground.

That was the moment Yang Wudi exerted his power; the rock beneath his feet couldn't withstand the terrifying explosive force and shattered.

The first strike will be all-out.

The Soul-Shattering Spear drew a chilling black line through the air. Before the spear tip even arrived, its sharpness, enough to pierce a throat, had already torn through the air in the tunnel, emitting a shriek.

Yu Xiaoheng felt a chill run down his spine.

fast.

too fast.

This martial soul, which purely pursues offensive power, displayed a despair-inducing suppressive force in the hands of a seven-ring Soul Saint.

There was no time to think, no time to activate the lightning patterns to paralyze the opponent.

Yu Xiaoheng's third spirit ring suddenly lit up.

Purple light instantly filled the entire narrow space.

It was a deep purple color carrying an aura of misfortune and destruction; it was not lightning, but flames.

"Roar--"

With a roar that sounded like a dragon but wasn't quite, the purple-gold holy dragon that Yu Xiaoheng was possessing instantly changed its form.

Strange purple flames ignited on the once sacred and majestic dragon scales.

Third Soul Skill: Divine Punishment Form.

Without any hesitation, Yu Xiaoheng thrust both palms forward.

A massive, almost liquid-like ball of purple flame, like a tide from hell, surged towards Yang Wudi's unstoppable spear tip.

This is his trump card.

The Heavenly Punishment Fire ignores defense and soul power shields. As long as it touches even a trace, it can burn the martial soul along with the soul power, destroy the soul ring, and even directly affect the physical body.

Even a titled Douluo would suffer a great loss if he rashly came into contact with this flame without understanding its characteristics.

As soon as Yang Wudi's spear pierces the sea of ​​fire, the strange burning power will instantly destroy the soul power structure attached to his spear, and may even backfire on him.

This is also the source of Yu Xiaoheng's confidence to cover the rear alone.

The first encounter was fatal.

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however.

Faced with the overwhelming and eerie purple flames, Yang Wudi's forward-charging figure made a sudden stop in mid-air, which was extremely contrary to the common sense of physics.

He looked at the ball of purple flame, his eyes showing no sign of disdain, but rather a seriousness as if facing a formidable enemy.

The shot didn't penetrate.

Yang Wudi flicked his wrist, causing the gun to tremble violently, and his third and fifth spirit rings flashed simultaneously.

"burst!"

A sharp shout.

It wasn't directed at Yu Xiaoheng, but at the air in front of him.

The black soul power generated by the Soul-Shattering Spear exploded instantly in front of the spear tip, forming an extremely violent shockwave.

Rumble!

The narrow passageway became the best echo chamber.

The shockwave had no destructive power, but it carried an unparalleled repulsive force, forcefully pushing back the purple flame that was about to devour the spear tip, along with the surrounding air!

Purple flames scattered and flew, landing on the surrounding rock walls, instantly burning the hard granite into empty voids.

However, Yang Wudi was not affected at all.

Yu Xiaoheng was thrown back several meters by the force of the impact, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground, and his face looked rather pale.

Failed.

The most powerful aspect of this divine fire lies in "contact"; once contact is impossible, its power is greatly reduced.

Why would Yang Wudi be so cautious?