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

"and many more!"

Yushan, with strength he didn't know he came from, shouted loudly.

"May I ask your esteemed name, my benefactor? The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will repay your life-saving grace with great gratitude! As long as you go to True Dragon Mountain..."

The man in black robes did not stop walking.

"No need."

"Tell Yu Yuanzhen to control his own people. People from the three upper sects deserve to die."

Yu Xiaoheng casually put on a show.

As soon as he finished speaking, he flashed into a golden-blue lightning bolt and disappeared into the dense jungle.

Only Yushan remained, staring blankly in that direction.

"Calling the sect leader by his full name..."

Yushan muttered to himself.

This is considered a great disrespect in the world of Soul Masters.

But Yushan did not feel any anger.

"Which senior is it...?"

……

The setting sun deep in the forest.

Yu Xiaoheng stopped and, after confirming that no one was following him, took off his hood.

He ignored Yushan's gratitude to avoid revealing his identity.

"Tang San is fast."

Yu Xiaoheng glanced into the distance, a cold smile appearing on his lips.

but……

It's not realistic to chase after them; if they run into a powerful expert like Haotian, it would be awkward if they couldn't defeat him.

The most urgent task is to improve myself.

Yu Xiaoheng turned around and looked at the valley in front of him.

The eye of ice and fire.

Just right.

Yu Xiaoheng moved like lightning, passing through the outer perimeter.

Suddenly, the view opened up.

At first glance, the red and white spring waters meet, creating an extremely terrifying temperature difference, and all sorts of exotic flowers and plants grow around it.

Even just breathing in the air here makes you feel your soul power cheering.

"This is it."

Yu Xiaoheng walked to the spring.

He doesn't need to prepare medicine as carefully as Tang San; his martial soul itself is the strongest vessel.

The Purple-Gold Sacred Dragon is an existence that transcends all living beings.

Just as Yu Xiaoheng approached the Cold Extreme Yin Spring.

A sudden change occurred.

"Roar--!"

The bottom of the Yin-Yang Eye of Ice and Fire

A violent dragon roar suddenly erupted.

The slumbering remnant soul of the Fire Dragon King seemed to have been subjected to some intense stimulation, and suddenly awoke.

Chapter 290 Ice and Fire Body Refinement, Heavenly Punishment Ice

Above the red and white spring, hot and cold air intertwine, forming a natural barrier.

Ordinary people only know that this is a treasure land, but they don't know what kind of existence is buried beneath this bottomless abyss.

Deep underground, in the dark void.

The two enormous dragon souls, which had long since lost their physical bodies, were in a deep slumber for millions of years.

This is the burial place of the Ice and Fire Dragon King.

Logically speaking, unless there is a major upheaval in the divine realm, or a power sufficient to shake the laws of nature appears, there is absolutely no possibility that these two remnant souls will awaken.

But today, a change has occurred.

On the ground, Yu Xiaoheng had just stepped into the area of ​​the spring.

The Purple-Gold Sacred Dragon Martial Soul on his body has not yet been withdrawn. The "Heavenly Punishment" attribute originating from the depths of his soul, although weak in magnitude, is frighteningly high in status.

That was no ordinary fire.

That is a calamity power that can devour and distort the rules, even divine punishment.

Even a tiny leak of energy can seep down along the earth's veins.

Deep underground, the previously lifeless magma layer suddenly rippled.

A pair of enormous dragon eyes, burning with crimson light, suddenly opened in the darkness.

"This aura..."

A muffled whisper echoed in the underground cavity, causing rock strata to crumble and fall.

The remnant soul of the Fire Dragon King stared intently upwards, its vertical pupils contracting violently.

That flame was even more intense than the ultimate fire.

"Old Firefly, what's wrong with you?"

On the other side, in the frigid abyss, a blue-white light shone.

The remnant soul of the Ice Dragon King was forced to awaken, his tone full of impatience.

It was sleeping soundly when it was abruptly awakened by the scorching heat from next door.

"It's just a human Soul Master who broke in. Countless ants like this have died on there over the past few thousand years. Is it something to make a fuss about?"

The Ice Dragon King yawned, its massive dragon head swaying, sending up a chilling current.

In its view, the Fire Dragon King was simply getting worse and worse.

Even if only remnants of their souls remain, they are still god-level beings who have seen all sorts of things.

The Fire Dragon King ignored his companions' taunts.

Its gaze remained fixed upwards, its voice heavy.

"You do not understand."

"That's no ordinary fire."

The Ice Dragon King chuckled.

"Destruction? Apart from the Dragon God, who dares to talk about destruction in front of us?"

"I think you're just sleeping too hard."

"Go back to sleep. That human kid is probably going to be turned into pus by the poison gas soon."

After saying that, the Ice Dragon King prepared to close his eyes again.

……

Above ground.

Yu Xiaoheng knew nothing about this.

A lone white herb stood in his palm, its octagonal tip radiating a chilling aura.

Eight-pointed ice grass.

This flower is extremely cold in nature and can freeze the central nervous system; it is highly poisonous and attacks the heart.

Without any hesitation, Yu Xiaoheng stuffed the highly poisonous herb into his mouth.

"boom!"

The moment the Eight-Cornered Ice Grass entered his stomach, it transformed into a white torrent that surged straight into his limbs and bones.

Yu Xiaoheng's body stiffened instantly.

Eyebrows, hair, and robes were instantly covered with icicles.

The meridians in the body groaned under the impact of this extreme cold.

But he still stood ramrod straight.

Within his body, the Purple-Gold Sacred Dragon Martial Soul emitted a high-pitched dragon roar.

The Heavenly Punishment Purple Flame that had been residing within his body erupted suddenly, like a king who had been provoked.

The two forces collided violently within Yu Xiaoheng's body.

If it were an ordinary person, they would have already exploded and died by now.

But then a bizarre scene unfolded.

The Heavenly Punishment Purple Flame neither drove away the cold air nor perished with it.

The moment they made contact, the purple flames began to... devour the cold air.

Or, assimilation.

Yu Xiaoheng kept his eyes tightly closed, his consciousness remaining absolutely clear despite the excruciating pain.

"Divine retribution is punishment and calamity."