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

"I wouldn't dare! This subordinate wouldn't dare!"

Gu Tie quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around and walked towards Hu Yancheng's corpse. This time, he had to be extremely serious when examining the scene.

Yu Xiaoheng stood there, hands in his pockets, expression indifferent.

All of this was within his expectations.

From the moment he decided to nail Huyancheng to the ground, he had already planned his escape route.

Just like back in the far north, even knowing that the jade tablet left by his father might be invalid, he still dared to venture into dangerous territory. This was because Yu Xiaoheng's madness must also be part of a plan, even if it was a crazy act with an extremely high mortality rate.

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Gu Tie squatted beside the corpse, carefully examining the huge blood hole in Hu Yancheng's chest, then looked at the residual earth element soul power fluctuations on the ground, and the ivory phantom that was slowly dissipating.

The more he looked, the stranger Gu Tie's expression became.

After a while.

Gu Tie stood up, cleared his throat, and his voice echoed throughout the venue:

"Upon investigation, it was found that Huyancheng's fatal wound was located in his chest and was caused by being pierced by some kind of sharp object."

Tang San immediately chimed in, "That was murder! That ivory tusk was the murder weapon!"

Gu Tie glanced at Tang San with a subtle look in his eyes, and continued:

"However... based on the trajectory of the residual soul power, that ivory phantom was a defensive soul power creation, and it was already fixed to the ground before the collision occurred."

"That is to say..."

"When Hu Yancheng used his sixth soul skill, 'Meatball Charge,' he was going too fast and couldn't turn around in time, so he crashed into that protruding ivory."

There was an uproar.

what is this?

Died in a car accident?

Tang San pointed at Gu Tie: "This is utterly unreasonable! If he hadn't condensed ivory, how could Hu Yancheng have died? This is a setup to kill him!"

Yu Xiaoheng finally spoke at this moment.

He looked at Tang San as if he were looking at an ignorant child.

"If I wanted to kill him, he would have been reduced to ashes long ago."

"He was the one who wanted to kill me, charging at full speed. I just put a thorn on the ground, and he insisted on running into it. Who can he blame?"

"Does this mean that I can't even defend against the Soul Emperor's fatal blow, and can only stand there and let him kill me?"

Logical closed loop.

In the Douluo Continent, when Soul Masters clash, life and death are irrelevant.

If it is determined that the death was caused by the other party deliberately crashing into the defensive fortifications, then it can only be considered an "accident" or "being outmatched".

Although the judgment seems biased towards Yu Xiaoheng, in Wuhun City and in the face of the Holy Maiden's Decree, not favoring the Haotian Sect is itself a form of fairness.

Or rather, this is the Spirit Hall's stance.

Gu Tie finally announced: "This matter is classified as an accident during a Soul Master sparring match. Wuming... is innocent."

Tang San's face instantly turned gloomy.

He held the Haotian Token, intending to establish his authority, but now it has become a joke.

The members of the Elephant Armor Sect dared not speak out against their anger. Even the Cardinal had spoken; what could they do? Were they really going to fight the Holy Maiden for the sake of a dead man?

"Are you finished?"

Annoyance flashed in Yu Xiaoheng's eyes.

He just wanted to find a quiet place to stay, instead of watching Tang San perform his monkey act.

because……

at this time.

He couldn't kill this person.

"If there's nothing else, we can go now."

Done.

He didn't even glance at Gu Tie before turning and leaving.

Bibi Dong put away the Holy Maiden's Token and followed with Shui Yun'er and Shui Lingxi.

Tang San stared at the figure called "Nameless" from behind, his eyes surging with hatred.

It wasn't just because the other party embarrassed him.

It was also because of an intuition.

This namelessness will be his biggest stumbling block in the future.

Just as Yu Xiaoheng took a few steps...

boom!

The weather in the sky suddenly changed.

A terrifying pressure, hundreds or even thousands of times stronger than that of Gu Tie, suddenly swept down from the direction of the city gate.

That's not just a simple accumulation of soul power.

That was pure killing intent, condensed to the extreme, like a tangible hammer, slamming hard into everyone's heart.

The shop signs on both sides of the street trembled under this oppressive force, and many soul masters with low soul power collapsed to their knees.

Two figures, one in front of the other, came stepping through the air.

The leader was a burly man with a rugged face, disheveled hair, and a tattered cloak, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

With each step he took, the surrounding air seemed to tremble.

Tang Hao, the number one genius on the continent today, the youngest Soul Saint, and a being about to break through to the Soul Douluo level!

Beside him stood a dignified middle-aged man with a composed demeanor; he was none other than Tang Wei, the current sect leader of the Haotian Sect.

"After beating the young one, the old one comes."

Yu Xiaoheng stopped and narrowed his eyes slightly.

He recognized the scent.

too familiar.

Weren't these the same people who drove him, "Yu Xiaoheng," to his death back then?

Upon seeing the newcomer, Tang San's eyes lit up with wild joy, and he shouted, "Father! Brother Hao!"

Tang Wei ignored Tang San and fixed his gaze on Yu Xiaoheng, looking past the crowd.

He learned from the message Tang San sent back that this nameless man was ruthless and exceptionally talented.

It reminded him of the deceased Yu Xiaoheng.

The young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan who once made him uneasy and was ultimately forced to his death by him in alliance with various forces.

Although that scourge is dead.

But he would never allow a second genius to emerge in this world who could threaten the Haotian Sect and his position as Tang Hao.

Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free.

"What a nameless one."

Tang Wei's voice boomed like thunder across the long street.

Even if the Spirit Hall finds you innocent, my Clear Sky Sect never needs to consider the opinions of others when making decisions.

"You are too bloodthirsty. If you are not crippled today, you will surely become a scourge to the continent in the future!"

overbearing!

This is the domineering nature of the number one sect in the world!

I won't reason with you at all. If I see you as a threat, I'll cripple you.

Bibi Dong's expression changed, and she was about to step forward.

Tang Wei raised his hand and unleashed a palm strike. His terrifying soul power transformed into a giant hand that bypassed Bibi Dong and grabbed at Yu Xiaoheng.

"Her Highness is young and has poor judgment of character. Today, I, the sect master, will clean house for the Spirit Hall!"

This is an attempt to forcibly cripple someone!

This is not just arrogance, it's a slap in the face to the Spirit Hall.

But Tang Wei didn't care.

The Haotian Sect is at its zenith, and they have the confidence to back it up.

The giant hand was about to fall.

Yu Xiaoheng's expression remained unchanged.

He knew that Yu Yuanzhen was also nearby...

"presumptuous!"

A clear whistle came from the heavens.

Followed by.

A golden beam of light shot into the sky from the direction of the Papal Palace, piercing through the giant palm of soul power.

The light dissipated.

A man dressed in a long, gleaming gold robe and wearing a nine-curved purple-gold crown appeared out of thin air in front of Yu Xiaoheng.

He was handsome, with a refined demeanor that exuded supreme majesty. Six enormous golden wings slowly unfurled behind him, and his sacred aura instantly dispelled the murderous intent brought by Tang Hao.

The Pope of the Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji.