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

There was no blood on its forehead.

Because at that point of contact, the fur, flesh, and skull all vanished in an instant.

The wound was burning with a purplish flame, like a bone-deep abscess, and it was spreading outwards at an alarming speed.

Divine retribution.

This is a power that most creatures on the Douluo Continent cannot comprehend.

In the rules of this world, time is a power held by the gods, and mortals cannot transgress it.

However, in a higher-dimensional concept, the power of divine retribution is an existence on par with the creator god.

The Creator created everything.

Divine retribution destroys everything.

In its essence, divine retribution is the ultimate destruction that transcends time.

For Yu Xiaoheng, who possessed this power, his very existence was a paradox.

The moment he came into contact with divine punishment, he had already broken free from the constraints of time.

Whether you are one year old, six years old, or sixty years old.

Yu Xiaoheng was born with this power!

Because he is the vessel of divine retribution, a walking form of destruction.

The power of time is nothing more than a lower form of the power of creation, on par with divine retribution!

How could it possibly compare to a being capable of twisting everything!

Even if he were to regress to the state where Yu Xiaoheng was still an embryo, he could still unleash the power of divine punishment!

The Dark Demon God Tiger rolled wildly on the ground of the Great Soul Arena.

It tried to extinguish the purple flames above its head with its powerful soul force.

The black, evil power surged towards the wound like a tidal wave.

But this was exactly what Yu Xiaoheng wanted.

The most favored fuel for the Heavenly Punishment Fire is soul power.

"call--"

The moment the purple flames came into contact with the power of the evil god, their intensity surged threefold!

What was originally just a fist-sized flame instantly transformed into a purple fire serpent, flowing upstream along the meridians through which the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger channeled its soul power!

This is a true example of dimensional reduction.

The Dark Demon God Tiger was horrified to discover that its prized soul power was rapidly disappearing—no, it was being "eaten up."

Those purple flames were completely unreasonable.

It burned through the meridians and the bones.

The excruciating pain drove this top-tier soul beast completely mad.

Its tail, a wicked hook, darted towards Yu Xiaoheng's back.

This is a suicidal fighting style.

Yu Xiaoheng stood still and did not dodge.

Her fair, delicate hand grasped the evil god's hook, powerful enough to pierce through steel.

"Zizzi-"

The incredibly hard, metallic-looking hooked tail of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger began to soften and twist rapidly where Yu Xiaoheng had grabbed it.

Purple flames erupted from his palm.

The barbs on the evil god's hook were instantly burned to nothingness.

Next is the coccyx.

The Dark Demon God Tiger's body suddenly stiffened.

It sensed that its body was becoming incomplete.

It's not just about physical disability; it feels like its "existence" is being erased from this world.

The soul ring within its body, the energy core representing its cultivation level, emitted a sound like shattering glass under the erosion of the purple flames.

Click.

The light in the eyes of the Dark Demon God Tiger began to dim.

It doesn't understand.

why?

Why would a six-year-old human child possess such power that is neither human nor even divine?

Its defenses, its resistances, and its proud bloodline of the evil god are all like a joke that doesn't exist in the face of this purple fire.

"Break".

Yu Xiaoheng crushed the tailbone of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, and the purple fire severed half of its body.

The Dark Demon God Tiger's massive body lay limp on the ground, only twitching involuntarily.

The fire of divine retribution had already spread to its internal organs.

It didn't even have the strength to scream anymore; only the sound of bubbles bursting came from its throat.

Yu Xiaoheng slowly walked up to the tiger head.

He stretched out his right hand and pressed it against the space between his eyebrows where the Dark Demon God Tiger had not yet completely disappeared.

boom!

This time, the purple-gold dragon pattern is no longer just attached to the skin.

Accompanied by a high-pitched dragon roar.

A giant, purplish-gold dragon phantom rose up from behind Yu Xiaoheng with a roar.

The dragon's mouth opened.

The suction force burst forth.

The tattered body of the Dark Demon God Tiger began to rapidly decompose under the influence of purple flames.

Its flesh, bones, soul power, and even its unformed soul ring were all decomposed into the purest energy particles.

Refined by the purple flames, these particles were cleansed of all impurities, transforming into streaks of dark purple light, which were then swallowed whole by the Purple-Gold Sacred Dragon.

This is the devouring power of Luo Buhui's martial soul.

The Dark Demon God Tiger has completely disappeared.

The Purple-Gold Sacred Dragon let out a satisfied roar and re-entered Yu Xiaoheng's body.

Yu Xiaoheng closed his eyes.

He could feel a vast and pure energy washing over his limbs and bones.

And they await the activation of the Dark Demon God Tiger Soul Ring.

Yu Xiaoheng bent down and picked up the only remaining black bead from the ground.

That was the inner core left behind by the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger after its death, a condensation of its entire essence. Under Yu Xiaoheng's deliberate control, this last trophy was preserved.

The surrounding scenery began to distort.

In the blink of an eye, Yu Xiaoheng returned to his original spot.

The remaining essence of the Dark Demon God Tiger slowly condensed in the void, transforming into a jet-black ring.

The spirit ring has taken shape.

But this spirit ring is not content to stay still.

Even though the original body was dead, the spirit ring was still filled with violent evil energy. Gray currents of energy surged wildly around the ring, a chaotic combination of wind, thunder, darkness, and spatial attributes.

It is resisting.

"Humph."

An old, cold snort boomed.

The sound originated from Yu Xiaoheng's body.

A phantom figure slowly rose from Yu Xiaoheng's right arm and hovered in mid-air.

The remnant souls of ancestors.

"A mere evil beast dares to act recklessly even after death."

The phantom raised its right hand and pointed its index finger in the air.

"go with!"

A dazzling golden light shot out from the illusory fingertip, seemingly containing thousands of tiny lightning dragons, and plunged into the black soul ring.

sizzle-

The spirit ring trembled violently, and its originally chaotic gray-black color began to become pure.

The surface of the spirit ring was imprinted with fine dragon scale patterns by the light.

Infuse it with dragon-like qualities.

The renovation is complete.

The illusory figure retracted its finger, its form began to fade, and its voice reached Yu Xiaoheng's ears:

"If not now, when?"

Yu Xiaoheng made no unnecessary movements.

He sat down cross-legged, his hands forming a strange hand seal in front of him, and his soul power circulated wildly along a specific trajectory.

Traction.