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

"Om-"

Four halos rose from beneath Yu Xiaoheng's feet, swirling around his black robe, illuminating the surrounding dim woods with their rhythmic movement.

Purple.

Purple.

It's purple again.

It's still purple.

Four purple spirit rings were revealed to everyone.

The Haotian Sect disciples who had been shouting around suddenly fell silent.

That was a ratio that transcended common sense in the world of Soul Masters.

Even Tang San, the genius they were so proud of, only had a yellow hundred-year spirit ring as his former number one spirit ring.

Who is this person?

The first spirit ring is a thousand years old?

Is it Yu Xiaoheng?

impossible.

A fleeting sense of fear arose.

Fortunately, the second spirit ring was also a thousand-year one, and it wasn't Yu Xiaoheng's!

The Haotian Sect disciples were much more relaxed. After all, their sect's biggest worry was that Yu Xiaoheng hadn't died back then, but the black-robed man's soul ring configuration had already proven that he... wasn't!

"It startled me; I thought it was some kind of monster."

A disciple of the Haotian Sect snapped out of his daze, patted his chest, and the astonishment on his face quickly turned into contempt.

"Just a fourth-ring Soul Master."

Another person echoed, gently shaking the Clear Sky Hammer martial spirit in their hand, dispersing the dust in the air.

"Although the color of this spirit ring looks intimidating, it's just a Spirit Master."

"Hehe, a fourth soul ring of a thousand years, while our young sect master has a ten-thousand-year soul ring."

Everyone's eyes instinctively turned to the boy standing at the very front.

Tang San.

In their eyes, this is the true chosen one.

Tang San possesses a fourth spirit ring that is at the ten-thousand-year level.

Ten thousand years versus a thousand years—that's a qualitative difference.

"If this man in black robes knows what's good for him, he might be able to keep his body intact if he kneels down and begs for mercy now."

"There are plenty of geniuses in this world, but a dead genius is nothing. Besides, in front of Senior Brother Tang, does this person even deserve to be called a genius?"

The Haotian Sect disciples' laughter rose and fell in waves.

Not long ago, a powerful expert at the level of a five-ring Soul King was killed by Tang San, without even a chance to escape.

There are even rumors that the sect went to great lengths to train Tang San.

Two soul bones of ten thousand years level.

Tang San himself also possessed great fortune. It is said that his third soul ring was obtained from the 4,000-year-old Human-Faced Demon Spider, which was an external soul bone called the Eight Spider Lances.

With this kind of setup, let alone a random four-ring Soul Master, even a five-ring Soul King would have to think twice about how many lives they have.

Rumors circulate that, apart from the deceased Yu Xiaoheng, the young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Tang San is undoubtedly the number one among the younger generation.

"Cough...cough..."

The charred figure on the ground stirred.

Yu Shan struggled to open his only remaining eye, his vision blurred as he looked at the black-robed man before him.

The rings of purple light stung his eyes.

But what he saw was not hope, but a deeper despair.

"Your Excellency... hurry... hurry and leave..."

Yushan's voice was hoarse, and with each word he spoke, a large amount of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs would gush from his mouth.

"You...can't win..."

"That's...that's Tang San..."

Yushan wanted to reach out and push the person in front of him away.

He had witnessed Tang San's terrifying power firsthand in that battle.

It wasn't just the overwhelming power of their souls; it was also a constant stream of bizarre and unpredictable tactics.

Fourth Ring Road to Fourth Ring Road.

Destiny is inevitable!!

Staying here is tantamount to suicide.

"Never mind me...deliver the message...to..."

Before Yushan could finish speaking, a hand was placed on his chest again.

The gentle and mellow soul power was continuously injected, forcibly reviving his already collapsed life force.

The man in black robes did not speak.

He didn't even glance back at the approaching enemies behind him.

He simply lowered his head, focusing intently on sorting out the chaotic meridians within Yushan's body.

His nonchalant attitude made the surrounding Haotian Sect disciples feel annoyed by being slighted.

"Playing tricks!"

Someone muttered a curse.

Tang San moved.

He didn't make sarcastic remarks like his fellow disciples.

Even the indifferent expression on his face didn't change at all.

For him, mockery is meaningless.

When a lion hunts a rabbit, it uses its full strength.

Moreover, this person in front of him had witnessed his purge of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's forces in Sunset Forest.

This is not good.

In terms of external propaganda, the three sects are of the same lineage.

Only the dead can keep secrets.

This is the principle of the Tang Sect's Mysterious Heavenly Treasure Record.

Tang San used the Ghost Shadow Steps technique, his figure leaving a trail of afterimages as he silently approached.

He remained calm.

Even though the opponent had four purple soul rings, it couldn't make a ripple in his mind.

This configuration is indeed amazing, but it pales in comparison to his hidden weapons and twin martial souls.

Not enough.

He didn't even need to use the Haotian Hammer.

There's not even a need to use the external soul bone, the Eight Spider Spears.

Blue Silver Grass alone is enough.

"First Soul Skill, Vigorous Entanglement."

Tang San's Purple Demon Eyes shone brightly.

The first spirit ring suddenly shone brightly.

In an instant, the Blue Silver Grass surrounding Tang San seemed to have taken a powerful tonic, growing wildly. The veins on the originally jet-black leaves turned into a strange golden-red color, and its toughness and toxin intensity increased several times in an instant.

Followed by.

Tang San made a clenching motion in the air with his right hand.

He did not rush to launch an attack, but instead demonstrated extremely cautious combat skills.

First, take control of the situation.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Blue Silver Cage."

The black, ten-thousand-year-old soul ring shone brightly.

The ground where Yu Xiaoheng and Yushan were located cracked instantly.

Sixteen incredibly thick, jet-black Blue Silver Emperor vines shot into the sky, each as thick as a thigh, covered with chilling barbs, and shimmering with a ghostly blue poisonous light.

These vines are extremely tough; even a full-force attack from a Soul Master of the offensive type might not be able to sever a single one.

They quickly closed in, forming a huge cage that trapped the man in black robes and Yushan inside.

Immediately afterwards, Tang San raised his left hand, and a faint light gathered in his palm.

"Second Soul Skill, Blue Silver Spear."

This skill was bestowed upon him by a 1,500-year-old Blue Silver Grass.

The Blue Silver Grass in Tang San's hand was no longer soft; instead, it frantically drew life force from the surrounding plants, compressing, condensing, and rotating within his palm.

A long spear, entirely black and exuding a chilling aura, slowly took shape.

The spiral pattern on the tip of the spear gleamed with a chilling light that was sure to captivate anyone.

This shot can be stacked.