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

The purple mist clung to the gun, frantically devouring the soul power—a characteristic of divine punishment that burns away all energy structures.

At the same time, terrifying explosive forces surged one after another, relentlessly assaulting Yang Wudi's protective soul light.

"What is this thing?!"

Yang Wudi's expression finally changed.

He felt as if he was attacking not a person, but an elemental catastrophe with self-awareness!

Chapter 263 Breakthrough! Success!

The force even traveled along the gun to Yang Wudi's arm, and the burning and tearing sensation caused even this Soul Saint to feel a piercing pain.

The purple-gold storm was still raging; it was a killing formation created by Yu Xiaoheng using his own flesh and blood.

Outside the passageway, several extremely powerful auras were tearing through the air with a ruthless manner, rapidly approaching.

Even through the thick layers of rock, the oppressive aura of a Title Douluo still sent shivers down one's spine.

The leading blue-purple lightning bolt was as fast as a bolt of lightning tearing through the darkness.

That was Yu Yuanzhen, the sect leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex.

At this moment, he completely disregarded the severe consumption of his soul power, his body crackling with lightning as he pushed his speed to the limit. Wherever he passed, the lightning almost pierced through the air.

Behind him, Tang Wei, the sect leader of Haotian Sect, held the illusory image of Haotian Hammer, his face ashen, his eyes surging with shock and anger.

Following them were Ning Zhenyuan, the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and top experts from various sects who had accompanied him.

"Yu Yuanzhen, this is not how you treat guests. It's not right to leave us standing there!"

Tang Wei's roar echoed.

Just now, a powerful and eerie aura erupted ahead, mixed with Yu Xiaoheng's unique golden holy dragon aura.

Immediately, the stalemate in the sect square was broken!

Yu Yuanzhen's expression changed several times in a second, from ecstasy, terror, fear, and recklessness!

Faced with Tang Wei's mockery, the old dragon of Blue Lightning did not turn around or respond.

He could only accelerate.

Speed ​​up again.

That was his son.

Yu Xiaoheng is back!

Tang Wei sneered inwardly when he saw that Yu Yuanzhen was ignoring him.

Heh, so this will get you to rescue people, but aren't all of us powerful figures here?

After the initial few seconds of the chase, the powerful figures from various factions were already smiling.

They saw Yang Wudi activate his Martial Soul True Form, about to kill Yu Xiaoheng one-on-one!

Yang Wudi is right ahead.

Tang Wei knew this young man's attack power better than anyone.

Once the Soul-Shattering Spear is unleashed, even a Soul Douluo must temporarily avoid its edge.

Yu Xiaoheng is doomed!

"Since you're in such a hurry to collect the body, then go ahead."

Tang Wei exerted force with his feet, taunting with his words, but his speed did not decrease.

But he was quite relaxed, because Yu Yuanzhen was going to save people, and he only needed to delay him a little. In the face of the two sides fighting for their lives, he was indeed wary of this old dragon. But the things that the two sides were doing were on completely different levels of difficulty!

Numerous powerful individuals rapidly approached.

A violent gust of air rushed towards me, carrying the intense heat to scorch my skin and the sharpness to cut through my flesh.

My vision suddenly opened up.

however.

What came into view was neither a bloody, mangled corpse nor Yang Wudi's proud, upright figure.

It was a disaster.

A purple-gold storm swept through.

The same scene was reflected in everyone's pupils.

The originally narrow passageway has now been stretched into a huge cavity.

The center of the cavity.

The jet-black Soul-Shattering Spear, representing one of the ultimate offensive capabilities in the Soul Master world, remained in a downward thrusting posture.

And below the tip of the spear.

There was no sign of the boy.

Instead, a purple-gold sphere of light was rapidly expanding, collapsing, and expanding again.

The surface of the sphere of light was covered with strange patterns, like countless broken crystals burning.

"This is……"

The Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda in Ning Zhenyuan's hand trembled slightly.

boom--!!!

Before everyone could recover from this bizarre scene, the purplish-gold orb of light exploded.

It is not a shock wave that spreads outward.

It was not a hurricane, but an extremely concentrated hurricane.

That was Yu Xiaoheng's fourth soul skill, Burning Body Explosion, a qualitative change brought about by the catalysis of the Heavenly Punishment Fire.

The purplish-gold hurricane did not scatter, but instead clung tightly to the pitch-black giant spear.

Like countless hungry beasts, they frantically tore at the black soul energy entity.

Hiss!

The piercing melting sound sent chills down my spine.

The once invincible Soul-Shattering Spear Intent was rendered powerless by this purple-gold storm, much like snow encountering a raging fire.

It's not just a collision of energies.

That is the erosion of rules.

Purple flames spread along the gun barrel, ignoring the protective soul power of a Soul Saint and the hard material of a weapon spirit.

Yang Wudi's face, which was always full of arrogance and murderous intent, was now twisted to the extreme.

He wanted to remove his gun.

But the purple-gold hurricane had a terrifying suction force, which sucked his entire body, along with his Martial Soul True Body, into the center of the explosion.

Every second, hundreds or thousands of explosions resounded in his chest.

Every wisp of purple-gold mist was burning his meridians.

"break!!!"

Yang Wudi roared, spitting out blood, and tried to detonate his soul power to forcefully break through.

But what he faced was the most chaotic resentment of the Rainbow Dragon before its death, which was 50,000 years old, coupled with the domineering divine punishment power of the Purple Gold Holy Dragon.

This is a pot of boiling, highly poisonous lava.

Under the shocked gaze of the various sect leaders.

The massive black spear itself began to crumble inch by inch, starting from its tip!

Click!

The crisp cracking sound was still clearly audible amidst the booming explosion.

Yang Wudi's proud attack shattered.

The purple-gold storm surged upwards, crashing against his chest without hindrance.

There was absolutely no suspense.

At this moment, the level difference between a Soul Saint and a Soul Master is meaningless.

The fire of divine retribution transcends the normal power system!

boom!

Yang Wudi was sent flying backwards.

He traced a tragic arc in the air, his black clothes completely gone, revealing charred skin emitting nauseating black smoke.

It was like a piece of burnt coal that had just been pulled out of the furnace.

Tang Wei's eye twitched violently.

He was just thinking to himself that Yang Wudi had finished the battle, and even how to save Yang Wudi from Yu Yuanzhen.

But as soon as I arrived, something seemed off.

The one who was dealt with was Yang Wudi.

Moreover, he was blasted away head-on by an unknown junior!

The lightning in Yu Yuanzhen's eyes intensified.

He didn't look at the defeated Yang Wudi; his gaze was fixed on the center of the explosion.

He's looking for someone.

Since that attack was a self-destructive attack, what about the caster?

Smoke and dust filled the air, while purple flames swirled around.

Just as everyone's attention was drawn to Yang Wudi flying backwards, and they were all marveling at the terrifying destructive power.