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

"Want to run?"

The man in black robes moved slightly, a flash of lightning, and he vanished from his spot in an instant.

It's now!

A ruthless glint flashed in Tang San's eyes as he remained pinned to the tree.

This is the only chance.

The chaos that Iron Deacon created by sacrificing his companions' lives was also Tang San's only way to survive.

Even if Steward Tie is certain to die, it would be enough if he could just hold off the man in black robes for a moment.

Chapter 289 The Surprise of the Fire Dragon King's Remnant Soul

Tang San did not hesitate at all.

He pushed the Xuan Tian Gong to its limit and suddenly gripped the spear piercing his body through his chest with his right hand.

"Ugh—!"

A low, painful groan escaped from deep within his throat.

There was no attempt to pull it out, because the barbs would pull out the internal organs.

Tang San activated his Crane Control and Dragon Capture technique with his left hand, directly shattering the tree trunk behind him. He fell like a kite with a broken string, carrying half a broken spear with him.

The excruciating pain blurred his vision, but he dared not pause for even a moment.

Ghostly Appearances!

Using the momentum from his landing, Tang San's body twisted strangely, leaping and bounding through the bushes before speeding off in the exact opposite direction from Deacon Iron.

He didn't turn around.

They didn't dare to look back.

The humiliation of today will be repaid a hundredfold in the future!

As long as he returns to the Haotian Sect and sees his father, this man is doomed!

Behind.

A bloodcurdling scream came from the Iron Deacon.

"what!!!"

"Spare me! I know I was wrong! I am from the Haotian Sect..."

Boom!

A loud bang drowned out everything.

Then came silence.

Tang San's heart pounded wildly, and he quickened his pace. Blood dripped from the broken spear in his chest, staining the grass along the way, but he felt no pain, only a chill enveloping his entire body.

died.

A Soul Emperor died just like that.

They couldn't even delay for more than three breaths.

Where did that black-robed man come from?

Such strength could never belong to an unknown person!

We must bring the message back.

This person possesses terrifying lightning power and eerie flames, which are specifically effective against the Haotian Hammer and hidden weapons. If he is not eliminated, he will surely become a major threat to the Haotian Sect!

Deep in the sunset forest, the bushes were violently pushed aside.

Tang San stumbled and ran, leaving clear bloodstains on the ground with each step.

He didn't dare stop to treat his wounds.

The man in the black robe is too strong.

They're so strong it's unreasonable.

Tang San was not an unsophisticated person. In his previous life, he was a member of the Tang Clan in Sichuan, and in this life, he was a member of the Haotian Sect. His mind was filled with countless knowledge about the strong.

But that's precisely why the fear is all the more profound.

"Lightning...fire..."

Tang San leaned against a boulder, panting heavily to suppress the burning sensation in his lungs.

A name uncontrollably surfaced in my mind.

Yu Xiaoheng.

That genius of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, that existence that once made all the forces in the world feel troubled.

These two look so alike.

Both are dual-wielding cultivators of lightning and fire, and both are unreasonably strong.

But the man in black robes before them was even more terrifying than Yu Xiaoheng.

"Although Yu Xiaoheng is strong, he is limited by his soul power level, and I can still see his limit."

Tang San pressed hard on his wound, frantically circulating his Mysterious Heaven Skill in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

"But this person is different."

"He only showed four spirit rings, and his age is not as high as Yu Xiaoheng's, but his combat power is actually stronger... This violates the ironclad rule of the spirit master world."

"wrong."

Tang San's eyes flickered as he forced himself to calm down and analyze the situation.

What if the opponent isn't a fourth-ring Soul Master?

What if the other party is a well-established Soul Emperor, or even an old monster at the Soul Saint level, who actively removed the first few low-level Soul Rings in pursuit of the ultimate configuration, or used some secret method to hide their true cultivation level?

That makes sense.

Why is it that a veteran Soul Emperor like Iron Deacon is as fragile as a baby in front of this person?

Why was the power that the Haotian Hammer was so proud of so easily neutralized?

Because this is a complete and utter defeat.

Damn it!

Tang San slammed his fist hard into the mud beside him.

If it were a contest between equals, Tang San would not fear anyone. As long as he had hidden weapons in hand, he could kill even gods and Buddhas.

But this is not a competition between equals at all.

"We can't go there."

Tang San glanced in the direction of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, his eyes filled with resentment.

The scent of herbs there held a fatal attraction for him; the immortal herbs recorded in the Xuan Tian Bao Lu were right before his eyes.

But life is more important.

Since that man in black robes appeared here and even saved the people from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, he was probably also after the treasure land in Sunset Forest.

Going there now would be like walking into a trap.

"Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan... First there was Yu Xiaoheng, and now an unknown lightning and fire monster has appeared."

Tang San felt a tightness in his chest, and it wasn't just because of his injuries.

This pressure is too much.

Even with just Yu Xiaoheng, the Haotian Sect still found him troublesome.

Now another one has arrived, even more formidable, and it seems to harbor deep hostility towards the Haotian Sect.

How is this still playing?

"We must return to the sect immediately."

Tang San made a quick decision, changed direction, and stealthily headed towards the edge of the forest.

We must take this information back to our father and to Brother Hao.

……

The smoke of battle has not yet cleared from the battlefield.

Yushan sat blankly on the ground, looking at the corpses all around him.

Just half an hour ago, he had despaired and thought he was going to die.

Those Haotian Sect disciples who were usually high and mighty, those arrogant Soul Kings and Soul Emperors, were now reduced to mutilated pieces of flesh.

Only the man in the black robe remained standing.

Purple-gold lightning danced around him, refusing to dissipate and crackling with a chilling sound.

"My benefactor..."

Yushan struggled to stand up and bow, but his body, weakened by blood loss, simply wouldn't obey him.

He could only look up at that figure from behind.

That feeling was strange.

The other party was clearly filled with murderous intent, and was wearing a mask, so his appearance was completely obscured.

But Yushan just felt a sense of familiarity.

The man in black robes turned around.

The eyes beneath the mask swept over Jade Mountain, but the gaze did not linger for long.

“The people from Haotian Sect were an eyesore, so I just killed them.”

After saying this, the man in black put away his spear and turned to leave.