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

There are no fancy techniques, just the most basic swinging and smashing.

The power of the fourth soul skill, "Burning Body Explosion," did not affect Yu Xiaoheng's body. Instead, he frantically poured it into the temporary four-colored giant hammer.

What was originally supposed to be a devastating attack that would inflict heavy damage on the enemy while also causing significant self-inflicted harm, has now become a fuse to detonate the weapon in hand.

"boom--!!!"

The giant hammer collided with the torrent of dozens of soul skills.

The hammer in the black-robed man's hand exploded.

It wasn't just a simple shockwave, but four completely different elemental storms.

The raging fire corroded the soul power shield, the lightning paralyzed the physical body, the golden light tore through the defense, and the heavy black light unique to the Clear Sky Hammer solidified all the destructive power to the extreme.

The three Soul Masters in the front row didn't even have time to scream before they were engulfed by the dazzling, eerie four-colored flames and instantly vaporized.

"This is impossible!"

The leader of the Soul Saints' pupils contracted violently.

What kind of bizarre soul skill is this?

Using a mimicked martial spirit to self-destruct?

That destructive power actually tore through their combined attack of dozens of people!

Amidst billowing smoke and colorful flames...

Chapter 310 Yu Xiaoheng Has the Full Advantage

The hastily assembled four-colored giant hammer cracked like a spider web, and the fourth soul skill "Burning Body Explosion," compressed to the extreme, destroyed the structural stability of this temporary martial soul.

But that's exactly what Yu Xiaoheng wanted.

The moment the weapon shattered, the power of the Clear Sky Hammer was forcibly detonated, and the energy torrent, which had been stacked with power four times, was no longer restrained.

The first to be hit, the Soul Saint of the Haotian Sect, didn't even have time to fully unleash his defensive soul skill.

He stared at the exploding ball of light before him, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints.

The sound comes after the light.

The Soul Saint's prized protective soul power was like a thin sheet of paper, easily torn apart by the violent turbulent currents mixed with lightning, fire, and darkness. He opened his mouth wide, but before he could utter a single word, his entire body disintegrated in the center of this destructive storm, along with the two Soul Kings behind him, and was directly blasted into a cloud of blood mist that dissipated into the air.

The remaining Haotian Sect disciples were like withered branches struck by a giant wave, coughing up blood and flying backward. They not only had charred burns on their bodies, but also deep wounds that exposed bone, caused by elemental slashing.

Smoke and dust billowed.

Tang San stood behind, his expression suddenly changing to surprise, regret, and pain.

died?

A seventh-ring Soul Saint and two fifth-ring Soul Kings were instantly killed by the man in black robes in a single exchange.

A ruthless fighting style, a willingness to destroy weapons for the sake of lethality, and the ability to challenge opponents of higher levels...

This person must not be allowed to live!

If this man in black robes is allowed to grow up, he will surely become a great threat to the Haotian Sect in the future, and may even become the second Yu Xiaoheng!

The remaining Haotian Sect members were trembling.

The tremor stemmed from the biological instinct to face destructive forces. The blood mist still lingered on the ground, and not even the remains of the seventh-ring Soul Saint could be found. The air was filled with the smell of burning and the ozone residue left by lightning.

No one dared to make a move.

Tang San looked at his hesitant fellow disciples and felt a surge of anger.

To be cowardly before the battle is a grave mistake.

Moreover, this person poses too great a threat.

We must leave them here!

Even if it costs me my life!

Tang San knew that with his current strength, rushing forward would likely result in the same fate as that Soul Saint.

will die.

You really can die.

But his eyes instantly turned fierce, a decisiveness ingrained in his bones from two lifetimes.

"Follow me!"

Tang San roared angrily.

The roar was not concealed with internal force; the hoarse, broken voice sounded particularly jarring in the silent ruins.

Without waiting for the Soul Saint and Soul King behind him to react, he unleashed the full power of his Ghost Shadow Step, transforming into a blur as he charged ahead towards the monster that could instantly kill even a Soul Saint.

At that moment, the few Soul Saints of the Haotian Sect who had been hesitant to advance were stunned.

One after another, the strong five-ring and seven-ring experts were actually outdone by a young junior?

Shame instantly transformed into anger and murderous intent.

"kill!"

"We cannot allow anything to happen to the young sect leader!"

Several Soul Saints held nothing back, their Clear Sky Hammers gleaming brightly. With someone leading the charge, fear was replaced by madness. In an instant, several powerful auras locked onto the black-robed figure in the distance, a determination to kill.

Yu Xiaoheng watched as Tang San pounced on him like a mad dog, followed closely by the Haotian Sect experts.

If this level of attack had happened just now, he might have detonated his soul power again, giving the Haotian Sect an even more painful lesson.

But now, the goal has been achieved.

Yu Xiaoheng moved.

But it was not a counterattack.

He pushed off with his feet, his entire body suddenly gliding to the side, his speed so great that he left a black trail in the air. His target wasn't Tang San, but a corner at the edge of the battle.

There stood a stunningly beautiful woman, looking dazed; it was Bibi Dong.

Beside her stood two handsome young men, watching the situation warily.

Before Bibi Dong could react, she felt a large hand, like an iron clamp, grip her shoulder.

"Walk."

Yu Xiaoheng's movements didn't falter at all. As he grabbed Bibi Dong, his gaze swept over the two youths. He paused for a moment, seemingly weighing something, but the next second, his right hand shot out.

The soul power surged and the two suction forces pulled the two youths directly to their side.

“You—” one of the youths was about to resist.

"Shut up if you don't want to die."

Yu Xiaoheng gave a cold shout.

At the same time, Tang San's attack arrived. Several hidden weapons blocked all escape routes, and several enormous Clear Sky Hammers crashed down with the force of Mount Tai.

Yu Xiaoheng did not turn around.

The fire and lightning patterns within his body trembled wildly, but this time it was no longer a precise fusion, but a brutal outburst.

boom!

Large swaths of dark elements and golden-red flames were flung haphazardly behind him.

This isn't a soul skill; it's purely a high-concentration elemental turbulence.

The ruins of the killing city, already disturbed by the battle, were instantly engulfed by even more chaotic fire and darkness. Dark elements obscured vision, and the raging flames blocked the perception of soul power.

Those fallen soul masters from the Killing City who were originally hiding in the shadows or were caught in the crossfire, dared not stay any longer when they saw such chaos.

"Run!"

"The Haotian Sect killed them to cover their tracks!"

Someone shouted something, and countless figures scattered and fled in all directions amidst the dust and smoke.

The area is closed.

Tang San plunged headfirst into the black mist mixed with lightning and fire.

The Purple Demon Eye was activated to its limit, attempting to penetrate this barrier.

But there was no one there.

Apart from the billowing smoke and the dissipating elemental aftershocks, the man in black robes, along with Bibi Dong and the two youths, seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Tang San stopped in his tracks.

The hidden weapon in his hand was about to be launched, but it lost its target.

Several Soul Saints behind them also rushed in, wielding the Clear Sky Hammer to smash the surrounding ruins to pieces, but they could only vent their anger at the air.

"What about people?"

"They ran away?!"

A Soul Saint stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

The man in black robes clearly had the upper hand.

With a single move, he instantly killed a Soul Saint, and his momentum was at its peak. If he were to strike again, Tang San and his companions would be severely injured, if not killed.

With such an advantage, how did he manage to escape?

Tang San stood rooted to the spot, his chest heaving violently. He stared at the empty space ahead, a mixture of surprise, regret, and confusion overwhelming him; he was completely bewildered.

If they were afraid of the Haotian Sect's reputation, they wouldn't have made a move in the first place.

If his soul power was exhausted, the elemental turbulence that erupted just now could not have been achieved by someone who was at the end of their strength.

"Why……"

Tang San muttered to himself.

But less than two minutes later...