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

Lin Xiao.

The glimmer of hope that had just been ignited in Yushan was crushed into dust.

How do we fight this?

Yu Shan's lips were bitter, and his body trembled from blood loss and despair.

Although my benefactor is strong, he can instantly kill Tang San, who is at the Soul King level.

But facing a Soul Emperor from the Haotian Sect, the outcome was already predetermined.

That's the Clear Sky Hammer Soul Emperor, hailed as the number one weapon spirit in the world!

"My benefactor... let's go!"

Yushan roared out with all his might.

"Don't worry about me! Go quickly! Take this message back to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. I, Yu Shan, will die without regret. I die to avenge my young master!"

however.

The man in black robes did not move.

He didn't even turn his head.

On top of a big tree.

Tang San's face contorted in pain, and cold sweat poured down his face like a waterfall.

He stared intently at the man in black robes, his eyes filled with apprehension.

That brief exchange made him realize a terrifying truth.

This person's flames can subdue all hidden weapons.

This person's power surpasses all skills.

They absolutely cannot be allowed to live!

This person's existence is a huge threat to the Clear Sky Sect and to Tang San himself!

Tang San didn't even bother to pull the spear out of his chest. While using his Mysterious Heaven Skill to forcibly seal the acupoints around the wound to stop the bleeding, he roared hoarsely:

"Kill him!"

"Iron Deacon! My uncles! Don't hold back!"

"This man's methods are bizarre; kill him immediately!"

The Iron Deacon's murderous gaze grew even more ferocious.

"Kid, blame your bad luck for getting involved in this mess!"

The Iron Deacon's thick arm muscles bulged, and the huge Haotian Hammer in his hand emitted a bright black light.

Behind him, two Soul Kings also released their Martial Souls, one on the left and one on the right, sealing off all the black-robed man's escape routes.

The remaining dozen or so Haotian Sect disciples roared and swarmed forward.

The light from various soul skills illuminated the dim forest.

In their eyes, the man in black robes was already a corpse.

Even if this person is strong, can he be stronger than Yu Xiaoheng, who stirred up the storm back then?

Back then, Yu Yuanzhen's eldest son, Yu Xiaoheng, was exceptionally talented, but in the end, he only managed to take away a Soul Saint, Yang Wudi, at the cost of his own life, leaving no trace of his body.

Moreover, this is due to the special nature of his martial soul and soul skills. This person is also at the fourth ring, yet he is stronger than Yu Xiaoheng?

"Slay the remnants of Blue Lightning! Unleash the divine might of Haotian!"

The roar was deafening.

Anyone who is on good terms with Blue Lightning is a remnant of Blue Lightning!

Countless attacks, like a violent storm, were about to engulf that lonely figure.

The second spirit ring on the black-robed man at the center of the storm suddenly lit up.

The second soul skill is thunder.

Variant applications.

Rumble—!

The once clear sky seemed to darken for a moment.

No dragon appeared.

Suddenly, the gentle golden-red flames around the black-robed man turned violent.

The golden-blue electric arc suddenly exploded, instantly intertwining with the golden-red flames.

"Click-click-click—"

A series of sharp, cracking sounds.

The violent lightning and fire energy rapidly solidified and compressed on the surface of the black-robed man's body.

A suit of exaggerated, shimmering armor appeared out of thin air, covering his entire body.

Lightning crackled across the golden-red armor, and sharp explosions echoed continuously.

The shoulder guards resembled a ferocious dragon's head, while the breastplate was covered in intricate patterns, radiating a suffocating heat and an aura of destruction.

This moment.

The man in black robes was no longer a Soul Master.

He was like a demon god who had emerged from a hell of thunder and fire.

Yu Xiaoheng has many soul skills that allow him to transform into armor, so he is not worried about revealing any weaknesses.

"bluff!"

With a roar, the Iron Deacon brought his Haotian Hammer crashing down on his head.

Sixth Soul Skill: Haotian Heavy Hammer!

The air was forced to burst open; this hammer blow, carrying immense force, was enough to flatten a small mountain.

He didn't believe that a mere energy armor could withstand the full force of the Clear Sky Hammer!

A cruel smile curled at the corner of the man's mouth beneath the black-robed mask.

He neither dodged nor avoided.

He didn't even raise the golden-red spear.

He merely raised his left arm, which was covered in armor.

Sidebar!

"court death!"

A hint of pleasure flashed in the Iron Deacon's eyes, as if he could already see the other party's arm broken and brains splattered.

clang--!!!

A deafening roar, loud enough to shatter eardrums, exploded on the outskirts of Sunset Forest.

A shockwave, visible to the naked eye, swept out, snapping more than a dozen towering trees in half.

The image freezes.

The smug look on Deacon Iron's face froze.

Immediately afterwards, it turned into endless horror.

It's blocked.

That's just an arm!

The black Haotian Hammer slammed into the golden-red arm armor, sparks flying, but it couldn't make the arm sink even an inch!

Even the light on the arm armor did not dim in the slightest.

How can it be? !

This was the Soul Emperor's all-out attack before unleashing his weapon spirit true form!

Chapter 288 Haotian, the entire army is wiped out!

"Too light."

The black-robed man's indifferent voice rang out.

next second.

Golden-blue arcs of electricity spread wildly along the Haotian Hammer.

Ultimate Thunder!

"what!"

The Iron Deacon screamed as he felt a surge of lightning power rush into his body, causing numbness throughout his meridians and a momentary halt in the flow of his soul power.

"Since you're here, why don't you all stay?"

The man in black robes clenched his right hand.

The golden-red spear solidified once more, with golden-red flames and purple-gold lightning swirling wildly around its tip.

puff!

There were no fancy moves.

It was just a thrust.

The Soul Emperor, who originally intended to ambush the black-robed man's flank, didn't even have time to let out a scream.

The sturdy soul power shield was as fragile as paper before that golden-red spear tip.

The spear pierced straight through his chest, and the terrifying heat instantly scorched the wound, preventing even a drop of blood from flowing out.

"Old Di!"