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

Yu Xiaoheng is determined to get the Rainbow Dragon Soul Bone, which is the champion's reward.

That was the key to his martial soul's evolution.

This rainbow dragon soul bone can resonate with the elements within his body, enhancing his strength and greatly improving the effects of body tempering.

After all, Lan Dian's body-forging method has been innovated by Yu Xiaoheng.

Most of them follow the path of refining with multiple elements.

Even knowing that the Spirit Hall might cause trouble, the competition still had to be played.

Bibi Dong stared at him, then suddenly smiled.

"Why do you want to participate? To win the championship?"

She reached into her bosom, pulled out a jet-black token, and tossed it over.

The token was heavy in my hand, with a bloody skull engraved on it, emanating a nauseating stench of blood.

The beacon of the killing city.

"This is a deal."

Bibi Dong pointed to the beacon.

"If you join us, this is yours. And I can help you."

Chapter 313 Beacon of the Killing City

Yu Xiaoheng fiddled with the beacon, unmoved.

"Not interested."

"What if I told you that the Haotian Sect is determined to win the championship in this competition?"

Bibi Dong stepped forward and stared intently into Yu Xiaoheng's eyes.

"Who do you think you're dealing with?"

She spoke slowly and deliberately, her voice sounding as if it were being squeezed out from between her teeth.

"It's Tang Hao."

Yu Xiaoheng's fingers paused slightly.

Bibi Dong interrupted him, "According to the information relayed by our assassins within the Clear Sky Sect, Tang Hao's soul power is now approaching level seventy, and may even... be at the Soul Saint level!"

Soul Saint.

A Soul Saint in his twenties.

A Soul Saint who possesses the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul, and may even have the secret technique of exploding rings.

Yu Xiaoheng's expression changed slightly, mostly due to Tang San's influence. The Min Clan could produce a ten-thousand-year-old Dragon Blood Ginseng, let alone the Haotian Sect. However, before Tang San, the Haotian Sect might not have known the specific effects of the immortal herb.

Tang San's early transmigration likely meant that Tang Hao's abilities were also significantly enhanced compared to the original story.

Shui Yun'er and Shui Lingxi looked at each other in disbelief. It was the first time they had heard this news, and their eyes were filled with shock.

With such strength, wouldn't they have already secured the championship?

Yu Xiaoheng's brows were tightly furrowed beneath his mask.

"Are you going to sabotage their plans?"

Yu Xiaoheng asked.

"good."

Bibi Dong's eyes flashed with a mad light, and a dark purple aura swirled around her.

"I don't care about the championship. I just want Tang Hao to not win the championship. I want the Clear Sky Sect to lose face. I want to ruin all the grand feast they have carefully prepared."

"Join us."

"We can form a team and deliver a fatal blow to the Haotian Sect."

Yu Xiaoheng looked at the strange purple aura surrounding Bibi Dong.

That is the power of the Rakshasa God.

Although Bibi Dong never said what it was, he had seen this kind of special effect in animations in his previous life.

That evil, depraved, and resentful power was exactly the same as the scene in my memory.

This force is very strong.

If this power is used as an aid, it might indeed be more stable than competing alone, since one cannot use the Heavenly Punishment Fire and cannot go all out.

more importantly……

Yu Xiaoheng's gaze swept over the silent Shui sisters beside him.

Tianshui Academy, top-grade ice-attribute martial soul.

His body now only contains fire and lightning patterns.

If you want your martial soul to evolve further, absorbing ice elements is an essential step.

If you can get to know them as teammates, and under the guise of training or healing, guide their ice-attribute soul power into their bodies through physical contact, then under the transformation of the Purple-Gold Sacred Dragon, it is highly likely that "ice patterns" will be generated.

Fire, thunder, ice, darkness.

The power of the four phases amplifies strength and enhances physical conditioning.

The profits are large enough.

Yu Xiaoheng flipped his hand and put the beacon of the City of Slaughter into his soul tool.

"make a deal."

He walked up to Bibi Dong and extended a hand.

"Since we're teammates, let's get to know each other again."

"Right now, I am just a wandering Soul Master who will stop at nothing to become stronger."

"Name doesn't matter, just call me... 'Nameless'."

Bibi Dong looked at the outstretched hand in front of her, a hint of surprise flashing in her purple eyes, which was then replaced by coldness.

She didn't shake hands, but simply nodded coldly.

"Leader of the Slaughtering Heaven, East."

Anyone who could touch me is already dead.

Shui Yun'er and Shui Lingxi exchanged a glance. Although they still harbored resentment towards the guy who had just mocked "Yu Xiaoheng", the arrival of a strong ally greatly increased their hopes for revenge.

Shui Yun'er stepped forward, clasped her hands in a respectful greeting:

"Water Clouds".

Shui Lingxi hesitated for a moment, then turned around and whispered:

"Shui Ling".

The fog in the sunset forest was heavy and damp, sticking to clothes and making them feel sticky.

The three of them, one in front and two behind, walked towards the edge of the forest.

Bibi Dong walked beside the Shui sisters without turning around, but her voice reached Yu Xiaoheng's ears through the damp, cold air.

"That beacon is more than just an admission ticket."

"After the blood oath is performed and soul power is infused, you can open the entrance to the City of Slaughter no matter where you are on the continent."

Yu Xiaoheng stroked the cool metallic texture on the surface of the soul tool.

Transmit.

This is an extremely rare spatial ability in the Douluo Continent.

If it's just a stepping stone for training, this thing has limited value, but if it's a forced teleportation array that can be activated at any time, that's a different story.

If you can't win, you can run away.

Once inside the City of Slaughter, even titled Douluo from the outside world cannot interfere.

Although that's another hell, it's still better than losing your life right now.

Moreover, with the power of divine retribution, his own physical body, and the special possession of his martial soul, going to the City of Slaughter would be like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

"I see."

Yu Xiaoheng's response was very brief.

The trees ahead gradually thinned out, revealing a clearing.

Several bonfires flickered in the night, dispelling the chill and illuminating the blue flags fluttering in the wind.

The camp of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan.

Dozens of disciples dressed in blue-purple outfits were patrolling when they saw a few people emerge from the depths of the forest. Several wary gazes were instantly cast over, accompanied by a deep dragon roar, a sign that a martial spirit had been possessed.

"Who goes there!"

A burly middle-aged man strode over, his arms wrapped in thick lightning bolts; he was a blue lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Bibi Dong stopped in her tracks, saying nothing, but only releasing a slight aura.

That was the pressure of the strong, but not hostility.

The middle-aged man paused for a moment, seemingly recognizing the Shui sisters behind Bibi Dong. His tense muscles relaxed slightly, but the wariness in his eyes did not completely disappear.

"So there are several of you."

This person was Yu Chenghai, a distant cousin of Yu Luomian, who was in charge of perimeter security for the Blue Lightning Sect.

His gaze swept over Yu Xiaoheng, who was wearing a mask, and he frowned, but did not ask any further questions.

Since they managed to survive the depths of Sunset Forest and were with these women who wanted to devour the Haotian Sect alive, they were probably of the same ilk.

"Thank you all for taking action to clear out those soul beasts."

Yu Chenghai clasped his hands in a fist salute, his tone polite but revealing a hint of weariness.