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

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The modified black spirit ring, radiating a faint dragon's might, shrank instantly upon being drawn by the same source energy, and settled steadily onto his body.

How could there be a Soul Saint in Chapter 302?

Sunset Forest. Outskirts.

The forest was dense and thick with miasma.

Several dark figures darted among the ancient trees like ghosts, moving at an astonishing speed, leaving only a series of blurry afterimages in the air.

The elderly man at the head of the group was thin, with his white hair neatly combed. Although he did not release his martial spirit, his movements were so light that he seemed weightless.

The chieftain of the Min clan, White Crane.

Behind him followed three middle-aged men with powerful auras, all of whom were Soul Saint level experts.

This was Tang San's doing.

Although the mysterious man in black robes had shown considerable strength, Tang San judged that the opponent's strength was only limited.

As for that guy named Lu Tian, his strength is obvious and he's nothing to fear.

Mobilizing experts at the Soul Douluo level would involve too much, and with all factions watching the Clear Sky Sect's movements, it would be difficult to secretly assemble them in a short period of time.

But the Soul Saint is different.

The Soul Saint and the Soul Emperor represent a significant dividing line.

Whether or not one can unleash their Martial Soul True Form determines the vast difference in combat power.

A Soul Saint with a Martial Soul True Body is enough to crush several Soul Emperors who work together seamlessly.

To ensure everything went smoothly, Tang San, being cautious by nature, directly dispatched four Soul Saints, including Bai He, to provide support at the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

When a lion hunts a rabbit, it uses its full strength.

"The young master has ordered that this battle must be won quickly."

Bai He's voice was deep, yet it clearly reached the ears of the three people behind him.

"That precious land must not be lost. Anyone who tries to stop us will be killed without mercy."

The three Soul Saints had solemn expressions, with a hint of killing intent in their eyes.

"Yes!"

……

On the other side of the forest.

In a secluded mountain valley.

A nauseating stench of blood filled the air, and several corpses lay scattered on the ground, all of them fallen soul masters dressed in the distinctive attire of the City of Slaughter.

The remaining group of people knelt on the ground, trembling with fear, not even daring to look up at the stunningly beautiful figure with her back to them.

Just now, those fools who disobeyed orders and tried to take advantage of the Shui sisters were instantly drained of their life force and turned into dried corpses.

Indeed, even though the two girls were dressed as boys, it still caused these people to feel repressed...

"Get out of here."

Bibi Dong opened her mouth.

"If there's a next time, this will be the same outcome."

The group of fallen soul masters felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and they scrambled back to the outer edge of the ravine to stand guard, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Compared to this "Rakshasa woman," their supposedly ferocity seemed like a joke.

After processing the scraps.

Bibi Dong turned around and looked at Shui Yun'er and Shui Lingxi beside her.

His originally stern face softened slightly when he faced the two sisters.

"Did I scare you?"

Shui Yun'er shook her head, looking at Bibi Dong with some worry in her eyes.

"Sister Dong'er, what's wrong with you...?"

"I am fine."

Bibi Dong interrupted her, walked to a blue stone and sat down, looking through the sparse leaves at the somewhat gloomy sky.

The sky was overcast, making it hard to breathe.

Just like her mood right now.

I miss him.

A sentence without any beginning or end.

But the Shui sisters all knew who she was talking about.

The man named Yu Xiaoheng.

The eldest son of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family.

Bibi Dong's eyes were slightly red, and glistening tears welled up in them, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

In her memory, that man was perfect.

Back then, she was ignorant, lonely, and in pain.

It's him.

A friendly hand was extended.

He even extended an invitation to Qian Xunji, asking him to stay at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Those past scenes became Bibi Dong's deepest obsession in her midnight dreams.

Although many of these are scenes that Bibi Dong herself recalled and embellished over countless days and nights.

But so what?

The person is already dead.

The dead never make mistakes.

The dead are forever frozen in their most beautiful moment.

Yu Xiaoheng became a monument in her heart.

It was also the only hope in the past.

"If he were still alive..."

Shui Lingxi sighed softly and grasped Bibi Dong's icy hand.

"If he were still here, he would never let you suffer like this."

Bibi Dong's lips curled into a poignant smile.

"Yes."

"If he were here, who in this world would dare to bully me?"

Just then.

A speed-type Soul Master responsible for perimeter security rushed in, breaking the brief tranquility.

"Big... lord!"

"They're here! They're here!"

The gentleness in Bibi Dong's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by endless murderous intent.

She suddenly stood up, and the phantom of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe flashed behind her.

"People from the Haotian Sect?"

Bibi Dong's gaze sharpened.

"Prepare for battle!"

She gave a low shout and relayed the order.

The fallen soul masters, who were originally scattered around, were terrified, but under Bibi Dong's tyranny, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and begin to ambush at the entrance of the mountain pass.

This is a pocket formation.

If the other side dares to break in, they will be attacked from all sides.

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, and the soul power within her body began to surge.

Although she can only borrow an extremely weak amount of Rakshasa divine power now, it should be enough to deal with ordinary Soul Saints.

Time passed second by second.

The forest was eerily quiet.

Even the chirping of birds and insects has disappeared.

A chilling atmosphere permeated the mountain pass.

Sudden.

Bibi Dong's heart skipped a beat.

A strong sense of crisis instantly enveloped his entire body; it was the instinct of a top expert to sense danger.

Something is wrong!