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

The other Soul Emperor's eyes were bloodshot with rage.

But this is only the beginning.

The man in black robes moved.

This time, he was even faster than when he fought Tang San!

Clad in heavy armor, yet as nimble as a ghost.

Wherever it passed, only golden-red afterimages and mournful thunder remained.

"Retreat! Form ranks!"

The iron deacon forcibly broke free from the paralysis and roared in terror.

late.

laugh!laugh!laugh!

That was the sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh.

Those elite disciples of the Haotian Sect who rushed forward were as vulnerable as lambs to the slaughter in front of the man in black robes.

With each shot fired, one person falls.

With every clap of thunder, one person is reduced to ashes.

Golden-red flames clung to the wounds like maggots, burning their soul power and flesh with frenzy.

"Ah!! My hand! My soul power is burning!"

"Help! This fire won't go out!"

"A devil! He's a devil!"

Screams, pleas for mercy, and curses intertwined to create a scene of hell on earth.

What glory of the Haotian Sect?

What pride in being the number one sect in the world?

Faced with overwhelming strength, everything else became a joke.

The man in black robes strolled leisurely, leaving a charred footprint on the ground with each step.

The spear in his hand was the scythe of death.

One shot, one kill.

Precise.

efficient.

Cold-blooded.

Less than ten breaths.

Apart from the Soul Emperor Iron Deacon and the remaining Soul Kings, the ground was already littered with corpses.

The other two Soul Emperor level experts were easily killed!

There was no complete corpse.

They will either be shattered by lightning or burned by flames.

On the tree trunk.

Tang San's pupils contracted violently, a sign of extreme fear.

He was originally planning how to extract the soul bones from the person after the sect elders killed him.

But now.

The black-robed man, whom he believed was doomed, was slaughtering his sect elders!

How can this be?

This person's soul power level doesn't seem high, so why is their combat power so terrifying?

The paralyzing effect of the lightning and the scorching power of the flames completely ignored the soul power defense!

"Who...who are you?!"

Iron Deacon was covered in blood, and his hand holding the Clear Sky Hammer was trembling violently.

He was afraid.

As a Soul Emperor, he had experienced countless battles in his life, but he had never seen such a hopeless opponent.

They can't break through.

It's unstoppable.

If you are even slightly grazed by that spear, its eerie power of lightning and fire will invade your body and wreak havoc on your life force.

The Iron Deacon's legs went weak.

As a Soul Emperor, he has killed many people and seen even more blood.

But what he saw before him was beyond his comprehension.

None of the Haotian Sect disciples who fell were weaklings; they were all elites carefully cultivated by the sect, and there were even two Soul King-level protectors.

In that brief moment, it was all gone.

They didn't even leave behind a complete corpse.

One second ago, everyone was mocking you for thinking you were Yu Xiaoheng? Yu Xiaoheng wasn't this fierce even in his lifetime!

just now……

The situation has reversed!

"You're not a Soul Master..."

The Iron Deacon's voice was hoarse.

"The Soul Sect could not possibly have such destructive power, nor could they possibly ignore the defense of my Clear Sky Hammer."

"Who exactly sent you? The Spirit Hall? Or a disciple of some reclusive Title Douluo?"

The man in black robes did not answer.

He simply stood there quietly, his lightning-fire armor shimmering, his spear pointing diagonally at the ground, the tip of which remained untouched by dust.

The high temperature had already evaporated the bloodstains.

On the tree trunk.

Tang San gritted his teeth, his face as pale as paper.

The sharp pain in his chest kept him conscious, but the scene before him made his mind go blank.

The Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, a power that the Haotian Sect was so proud of, was completely ineffective against this person.

That golden-red flame not only restrained Blue Silver Grass, but could even corrode a pure weapon spirit like the Clear Sky Hammer.

And there was the golden-blue lightning.

Tang San could see it clearly: with each collision, the soul power fluctuations on the Iron Deacon's body would noticeably stagnate.

This is attribute suppression!

"This lightning...this flame..."

In the distance, Yushan lay collapsed on the ground, its view already blurred.

Tears mixed with blood streamed down her face.

He thought of the sect, the ever-present thunder on True Dragon Mountain, and the young master's fiery passion and tearful gaze from a few years ago.

Although they differ in color and shape, their powerful and destructive aura is identical.

"My benefactor...do you have some past connection with my Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan?"

Yu Shan's heart was filled with excitement, and his previously cooled passion boiled again.

Someone is avenging them.

Someone is slaughtering the scum of the Haotian Sect!

"Die!"

The Iron Deacon suddenly roared.

When fear reaches its extreme, it becomes madness.

He knew he couldn't escape; the opponent's speed was outrageous, and turning his back to such a killing machine would be suicide.

The only way is to fight with all our might!

The Clear Sky Hammer in his hand expanded once more, and his sixth spirit ring shone brightly, which was his strongest single-target attack spirit skill.

"Earth Ant King Slash!"

It wasn't an attack on the man in black.

Iron Deacon suddenly kicked the surviving Soul King next to him.

"Stop him! I'm going to get reinforcements!"

Caught off guard, the Soul King lost his balance and crashed straight into the black-robed man's gun barrel.

"You, sir—"

The Soul King stared wide-eyed in horror, his face filled with disbelief.

He never expected that the elders who usually treated him like a brother would use him as a human shield in the face of life and death.

puff.

The golden-red spear pierced through the Soul King's body without any resistance.

A burst of purplish-gold lightning instantly obliterated his remaining words and life force.

In that very instant.

Using the recoil from that kick, the Iron Deacon retreated rapidly, slamming his Haotian Hammer into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust and debris in an attempt to block the black-robed man's view. He then turned and ran wildly into the depths of the forest.