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

The returns are too small.

Yu Xiaoheng is dead.

There's no need to gamble with the entire foundation of the Haotian Sect.

Tang Wei slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

The light from the Haotian Hammer in his hand subsided, and the oppressive feeling of its destructive power instantly dissipated.

He looked down at the seemingly crazed Yu Yuanzhen, his voice booming:

"Yu Yuanzhen".

"I wonder who this person is, that you're protecting him so much."

Since you're not prepared to completely break ties, then play dumb.

Anyway, hasn't Yu Xiaoheng always been in the sect?

Anyone could have died, but it definitely wasn't Yu Xiaoheng.

"But he also has unique abilities; with the power of a fourth-level cultivator, he managed to defeat a general under my Haotian Sect."

"I still need to go and offer condolences to Yang Wudi's family. Today is his birthday banquet, so I'll take my leave first."

That's just polite talk.

Tang Wei knew very well that no one wanted to fight anymore.

He didn't want to fight because his period of weakness was about to end.

Yu Yuanzhen didn't want to fight because he wanted to protect his son's "relics" and the shattered Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex sect.

Ning Zhenyuan didn't want to fight because he wouldn't risk it if Haotian and Landian didn't both suffer heavy losses.

Yu Yuanzhen remained silent.

He simply held the purple flame tightly to his chest, and what flowed from his eyes was not tears, but blood.

"Let's go."

Tang Wei didn't even glance at the cripple Yang Wudi.

With a wave of his hand.

Although the Soul Masters belonging to the Clear Sky Sect were unwilling, they could see that the Sect Master was not in a good state and quickly gathered together.

Titan carried the unconscious Yang Wudi on his back, while Baihe helped Niu Gao, who was injured in the fight with Elder Lan Dian.

The group moved very quickly, even appearing somewhat rushed.

Chapter 270 Yu Xiaogang: My brother, is he dead??

Tang Wei must return to a completely safe place before the side effects of the exploding ring fully manifest.

The Haotian Sect has withdrawn.

On the battlefield, only a scene of devastation remained, along with the lingering smell of burning.

Ning Zhenyuan watched Tang Wei's departing figure, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes.

Opportunities are fleeting.

Tang Wei is too cautious.

Since the Haotian Sect has left, there's no point in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect staying here.

Are we really going to fight this mad dragon to the death?

It's not worth it.

"Sect Master Yu, please accept my condolences."

Ning Zhenyuan sighed, his tone revealing little truthfulness.

"Although we do not know the identity of this child, he is likely to have a deep connection with Lan Dian. He has extraordinary talent, but unfortunately, he is too strong and easily broken."

"Today, my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School still has official business to attend to, so I will take my leave."

"I will definitely visit you another day to apologize."

After saying that, Ning Zhenyuan did not wait for Yu Yuanzhen's response, and did not even dare to approach within a hundred meters of Yu Yuanzhen.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda flashed with light and quickly disappeared into the distance, carrying the sect disciples with it.

Followed by.

They were the observer groups of the two great empires.

They were very satisfied; Yu Xiaoheng was dead, and they hadn't had to pay any price.

"Sect Master Yu... this... sigh."

"Then we'll take our leave. If the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan needs anything, Heavenly Dou will certainly..."

Before he could finish his polite words, Yu Yuanzhen interrupted him with a loud shout.

"roll!!!"

The roaring sound, mixed with the dragon's cry, made the eardrums of several Soul Douluos ache.

No one dared to provoke bad luck at this time.

Everyone knows that Old Long, grieving the loss of his son, is a powder keg ready to explode at any moment.

All forces retreated like the tide.

The once bustling and murderous battlefield gradually dispersed in the blink of an eye.

Only the members of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan remained.

"Little Lord……"

"The young master is gone..."

Some disciples of the Blue Lightning Sect knelt on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

They watched as they were burned to ashes.

In front of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan.

The land was scorched earth.

Inside the majestic mountain gate, broken walls and ruins are everywhere.

Most of the surviving Blue Lightning disciples were injured.

Normally, this would have been filled with groans and howls by now.

But now, nobody cares about the pain.

They just stared blankly in that direction, at the pulsating purple-gold flame in the sect leader's arms.

"Little Lord……"

The elder, who had lost a leg, pushed away the disciple who was helping him up and knelt down with a thud in the muddy, bloody water.

His head slammed down heavily.

This impact seemed to break some kind of constraint.

"May you rest in peace, young master!"

"We must avenge our young master!"

More and more disciples knelt down, their cries no longer suppressed, bursting forth from the depths of their throats, forming a series of mournful wails.

The Haotian Sect withdrew, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect left.

The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex clan preserved its foundation.

But everyone felt like the sky had fallen.

Yu Xiaoheng is gone.

Putting everything else aside, the sect's enormous investment in Yu Xiaoheng has gone down the drain!

In this atmosphere of utter grief.

Some sounds came from the ruins to the side and behind.

"Stop it, all of you!"

"I am the young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan! How dare you insult me ​​like this?!"

Gravel rolled down.

Yu Xiaogang stumbled and rushed out.

Although his robes were covered in dust, it was still clear that they were the attire of a "young master".

"So what if it's the Haotian Sect? So what if it's Tang Wei?"

"Want to capture me? You'll have to ask me, the Blue Lightning Dragon, first!"

Yu Xiaogang roared loudly.

But it was too quiet around us.

Only those bloodshot, tear-filled eyes were staring at him.

Yu Xiaogang's heart skipped a beat.

He stopped and looked through the crowd, finally spotting the tall but hunched figure in the center of the field.

That was my father.

Near the father, a fire was burning.

what's the situation?

"What is that...?"

Yu Xiaogang's lips trembled slightly.

No one answered him.