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

The air was torn apart, emitting a piercing shriek.

Tang San had no way to avoid it, so he could only curl up all eight spider spears on his back in front of him to withstand the attack.

"Ghostly!"

He tried to use the momentum to retreat.

Bang!

The dull thud was like a heavy hammer striking a drum.

Tang San felt an overwhelming force pass through the Eight Spider Lances and strike his internal organs directly.

"puff--"

He coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The incredibly hard external soul bone, the Eight Spider Lances, emitted a teeth-grinding crunching sound. Although it didn't break, the enormous impact sent Tang San flying into the air.

Body imbalance.

The old forces have been exhausted, and the new forces have not yet emerged.

This is desperate.

While in mid-air, Tang and the other two endured the excruciating pain and tried to adjust their posture, frantically circulating their Xuan Tian Gong, hoping to find an opportunity to land and gain leverage.

But he underestimated the black-robed man's murderous intent.

on the ground.

The man in the black robe looked up, his eyes beneath the mask showing no emotion.

He did not pursue, but crouched down slightly, then used his waist and abdomen to throw the golden-red spear in his hand!

"die."

This time, it's a complete breakthrough.

The spear transformed into a golden-red meteor, tearing through the air with an unwavering killing intent, heading straight for Tang San in mid-air.

Target—the throat!

Tang San's pupils trembled violently in mid-air.

That was the scent of death.

In that instant, his brain worked at its limit, and his survival instinct made him forcefully twist his waist, making a dodging maneuver in mid-air that defied human biomechanics.

It avoided the throat.

But that's about it.

puff!

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was clearly audible.

Although the golden-red energy spear missed Tang San's throat, it pierced directly through his right chest!

It pierced through the chest!

"what!!!"

A piercing scream echoed through the forest.

The immense inertia propelled Tang San backward, finally sending him crashing into a towering tree.

Blood gushed down the golden-red gun barrel, staining the blue outfit crimson.

Tang San was known as the pride of heaven.

At this moment, he was like a lamb to the slaughter, nailed tightly to a tree, his face as pale as paper, and blood foam mixed with fragments of internal organs constantly gushing from his mouth.

one move.

It's just one combo.

The full power of the Xuan Tian Gong, combined with the Eight Spider Lances of the Soul Bone and the Tang Clan's hidden weapon techniques, was as fragile as paper in the face of the black-robed man's extremely simple and brutal power.

This is not even a battle on the same level.

The man in black robes only activated his first spirit ring!

The Haotian Sect disciples, who had been mocking and anticipating Tang San's decisive victory, now had a dazed look in their eyes.

Their young master... lost?

"Young Master!!!"

After a brief silence, there was a hysterical scream.

"Damn it! Let go of the young master!"

"Kill him! Save them!"

Several disciples of the Clear Sky Sect rushed towards the tree like madmen, trying to save Tang San.

Yushan was also stunned.

He looked at the figure nailed to the tree, its life hanging in the balance, and then at the black-robed man standing still, his breathing perfectly steady.

Is this the strength of our benefactor?

That's Tang San, who can challenge Soul Kings even though he's a level above him!

He was instantly killed?!

"Cough...cough..."

On the tree trunk, Tang San coughed violently, each tremor bringing excruciating pain.

He trembled as he tried to reach for the spear in his chest, but the lightning and fire power on the spear was frantically destroying his meridians, leaving him completely powerless.

The man in black robes slowly walked towards the large tree.

however.

Just as he was about to get close.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

Several whooshing sounds suddenly rang out, and several powerful auras rapidly approached from the depths of the forest.

That's the aura of the strong!

"How dare you, you junior!!!"

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A furious shout, like a thunderclap, rang in everyone's ears, causing the leaves to fall in a rustling sound.

Three figures darted out from the forest and instantly blocked Tang San's path.

The leader had his hair and beard standing on end, and he held a huge black hammer in his hand. His six spirit rings pulsated up and down.

Soul Emperor!

Behind him were more than a dozen Soul King level experts, also possessing martial souls, staring at the black-robed man with murderous intent.

The reinforcements from the Haotian Sect have arrived.

At that moment, everyone was stunned.

How could it be so fast?

From the start of the battle until now, only a few minutes have passed.

Even if these disciples sent a signal, they couldn't possibly arrive so quickly.

unless……

The man in black robes stopped and his gaze fell on Tang San, who was on the verge of death.

Tang San forced a bitter smile onto his pale face.

The moment Tang San saw the black-robed man appear, and the moment the golden-red fire shield first blocked the attack, he had already sent out a distress signal through the communication jade tablet in his pocket.

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

For the sake of the sect's grand plan and for the ownership of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, Tang San would never allow any accidents to happen.

Even when facing an unidentified opponent, he immediately used his last trump card—calling for reinforcements.

This is Tang San.

Always have a backup plan, and never resort to any means necessary.

He never expected that his actions, born out of guilt towards Yang Wudi, would actually save his life.

The situation reversed abruptly in that instant.

The Haotian Sect disciples, who were still in shock and fear at Tang San's instant defeat, now had wild joy on their faces again.

"It's Iron Deacon under the Seventh Elder!"

"And the Soul Kings are protecting us!"

"That kid's dead meat now!"

Yushan's heart sank to the bottom once again.

It’s over.

Three Soul Emperors and two Soul Kings.

This is almost all of the top combat power that the Haotian Sect has sent out to protect the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eye.

Even if our benefactor is incredibly strong and can instantly kill Tang San, could he possibly fight against such a terrifying team capable of sweeping away small sects?

This is a certain death trap!

Looking at Tang San, who was nailed to the tree in a miserable state, the Iron Deacon's eyes were filled with rage that almost burst forth.

He turned his head and stared intently at the lone figure in black robes, slamming the Haotian Hammer in his hand heavily onto the ground.

"You have injured my young master! Today, no matter who you are, you will be torn to pieces!" Feng Dong declared.