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

A massive, suffocating surge of soul power rapidly approached from afar.

The sky seemed to darken.

An aged figure landed with a thud, like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit, the gust of wind it stirred up instantly dispersing the remaining dust and smoke.

Eight spirit rings pulsed beneath his feet.

Contra!

Chapter 311 Yu Xiaoheng's Swift Movement

The elders from the Haotian Sect responsible for receiving them have arrived.

"Mistress! Where are the enemies?" The old man's voice boomed, filled with murderous intent.

Tang San looked at the elder who had arrived late, and the doubts in his heart were instantly resolved.

It turned out to be the case.

That man in black robes wasn't afraid of these Soul Saints.

He timed it perfectly.

He knew that reinforcements from the Haotian Sect were nearby, and that after fighting for so long, the real powerhouses would arrive soon.

That bizarre soul skill that detonated the Clear Sky Hammer was not only for killing, but also to create this chaotic opportunity to leave.

I... let him escape!

……

far away.

Yu Xiaoheng carried three people and quickly moved through the shadows of the ruins.

Of course he had to run.

Are we going to stay and wait to die instead of running away?

Sunset in the forest. Deep within.

The ground was covered with withered branches and fallen leaves, which made a slight crunching sound when stepped on.

The trees provided ample shade, cutting the midday sunlight into dappled, fragmented shadows.

Only after confirming that there was no trace of anyone following him did Yu Xiaoheng stop under a giant tree.

He let go.

Bibi Dong, whom he had been carrying all the way, stumbled as soon as her feet touched the ground, almost falling. But she gritted her teeth, twisted her body, and forced herself to stand up. Then she suddenly shook off Yu Xiaoheng's arm, which had not yet fully retracted.

After a bumpy ride, her face was pale, and her clothes were torn in several places by tree branches, making her look quite disheveled.

Bibi Dong's eyes were full of vigilance, and she immediately created a five-step distance between them.

"That's far enough."

Yu Xiaoheng's voice was disguised and sounded somewhat strange.

"If you don't want to be caught and taken back by the Haotian Sect, you'd better not run around."

Beside them, two other handsome young men finally caught their breath.

It was Shui Yun'er and Shui Lingxi, both disguised as men.

The two women exchanged a glance. Although they were still shaken, their upbringing allowed them to suppress their unease. Shui Yun'er stepped forward, blocking Bibi Dong's path, and clasped her hands in a standard male salute to Yu Xiaoheng.

"Thank you for saving me."

Shui Yun'er deliberately lowered her voice, trying to imitate a man's deep voice, but it was still hard to hide its crispness.

"The situation was chaotic just now. If it weren't for you leading us out of the encirclement, the consequences would have been unimaginable."

Yu Xiaoheng glanced at her but didn't say anything.

Seeing this, Shui Yun'er hesitated for a moment, but still braced herself and continued:

"However... if you still wish to accompany us, please be mindful of your conduct. Sister Dong'er... is not comfortable with others touching her body."

The situation was urgent during our escape, so being dragged along at breakneck speed was tolerable.

Now that we are safe, we must address the issue of sexual relations between men and women.

Even if they are dressed as men now.

Yu Xiaoheng paused.

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over Shui Yun'er's beautiful face, which was covered with a little charcoal ash but still couldn't hide, and finally landing on the stunningly beautiful girl behind her with a frosty expression.

Are you not used to being touched by others?

No, I just saved you, and you're turning your back on me?

A strange feeling stirred within me, but I casually asked:

"why?"

This question surprised all three people present.

Yu Xiaoheng seemed oblivious to his own offense, speaking in a flat tone as if he were asking about the weather:

"Could it be that this young lady already has someone she loves? And that's why she's choosing to remain chaste for that man?"

The air suddenly froze.

Shui Yun'er and Shui Lingxi, who were just thanking each other, suddenly froze.

Bibi Dong, on the other hand, was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

boom!

An extremely chilling aura suddenly erupted from her body. Behind her, the grotesque, dark purple phantom of a spider king appeared and disappeared.

No nonsense.

Bibi Dong took a step and shot out like a purple lightning bolt.

His right hand transformed into a sharp claw, its fingertips spitting out purplish-black light, aimed directly at Yu Xiaoheng's throat.

This attack was merciless; it was entirely aimed at killing.

Yu Xiaoheng stood still.

Only when the venomous claws were half an inch from his Adam's apple did he slightly turn his head and casually pinch Bibi Dong's wrist with two fingers.

The purple soul power exploded at his fingertips, but it couldn't advance even an inch.

"Such a bad temper?"

Looking into the pair of eyes reddened with anger before him, Yu Xiaoheng felt a slight stirring in his heart and added:

"When I arrived at the battlefield earlier, I vaguely heard you shouting something... Yu Xiaoheng?"

Upon hearing these three words, Bibi Dong's arm, which had been struggling, trembled violently.

Yu Xiaoheng released his grip, took half a step back, and asked the question knowingly:

"That fallen young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan? Who are you to him? I heard he's a dead man. What, am I forbidden from speaking about him?"

"How dare you mention his name?!"

Bibi Dong's voice was sharp and piercing.

Her angry eyes were now filled with hatred and despair. She stared at the person in front of her, her murderous intent palpable.

Whether he lives or dies is none of anyone else's business!

"No one in this world is worthy to mention his name!"

Bibi Dong's defense was unwavering, regardless of the consequences.

It was as if the name "Yu Xiaoheng" was the last sacred place in her heart. Anyone who dared to trample on it would be met with a life-or-death struggle, even if the other party was the benefactor who had just saved her life, or even if the other party's strength was far superior to hers.

Even the Shui sisters, who had been trying to mediate the fight, now had frosty expressions.

Shui Lingxi took a step forward, and her soul power surged as well.

"Sir."

"We thank you for saving our lives. But please take back what you just said and apologize for it."

Shui Yun'er's face also darkened, and the folding fan in her hand had long since been replaced by a sharp blade as she coldly stared at Yu Xiaoheng:

"Young Master Yu was a remarkable figure of our time. Even if he met with misfortune, it is not a topic for you to casually mock. If you insist on humiliating the deceased in this way, then we may as well not accept this life-saving grace!"

The three women stood in a triangular formation, facing the unfathomable powerhouse, without flinching in the slightest.

All for a name.

A name that is already "dead".

The wind blew through the treetops, swirling up a few fallen leaves.

Yu Xiaoheng looked at the three girls glaring at him angrily. His lips twitched beneath his mask, but no sound came out.

He was silent.

In the blink of an eye, many years have passed.

People leave and the tea cools; this is the norm in this world.

Several years are enough to dilute many things.

The Shui sisters may find other good partners, and Bibi Dong may forget the friend she only met once in her childhood and seal that past away.

He had thought he was prepared to be forgotten.

I anticipated that the Shui sisters would no longer be trustworthy.

But now.

Looking at those three pairs of eyes that had turned red from protecting "Yu Xiaoheng".

Looking at Bibi Dong's posture, as if she were willing to risk her life for a dead person and her savior.

Yu Xiaoheng was momentarily dazed.