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

That look in their eyes was like that of a pack of wolves driven to the brink of despair.

They remembered those days.

Back then, Yu Xiaoheng was in the same situation, facing the malice of the whole world alone, his bones were broken, and he bled to death.

History is repeating itself.

Although this nameless person has no blood relation to the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family, they have no reason to risk their lives against the Clear Sky Sect for an outsider.

But the shared grief and indignation, the anger that came from the mix of old and new grudges, brought tears to the eyes of every member of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family.

"let's hit."

"Is this all the Haotian Sect is capable of?"

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth.

The whole stadium cheered.

Everyone was waiting for the final hammer blow, waiting for that lump of flesh to completely lose its life.

however.

Amidst the deafening cheers.

A childish voice, seemingly out of place, suddenly rang out.

"wrong."

The person speaking was standing in a corner of the stands.

That's Tang San.

He didn't cheer with the others; his eyes were filled with a purple light, and the light from his two purple demonic pupils was fixed on the bottomless pit in the center of the arena.

His brows furrowed more and more deeply.

If it were an ordinary person, they would have been completely destroyed by an attack of this magnitude from their father... Brother Hao.

Even a titled Douluo would be seriously injured if he withstood so many blows of the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique at this distance.

but.

Tang San looked at the faint but persistent breath at the bottom of the pit, and then at Tang Hao's wrist, which was trembling slightly due to the recoil.

"How come he's still alive?"

"Not only did he not die..."

Tang San's voice carried a hint of surprise and doubt.

"Why is his aura even stronger than before?"

Chapter 344 Body Refining Technique, First Level Completed!

The purple hue in Tang San's eyes intensified.

Not right.

Something's really not right.

In the vision of his Purple Demon Eye, the life force of the figure that had been smashed into the ground, which should have been dissipating, was not extinguished. Instead, it was like a ball of gunpowder that had been forcibly compressed to the extreme, collapsing inward.

The more it is fought, the more refined it becomes.

The more they fight, the more terrifying it becomes.

Tang San turned his head and glanced at the incense burner.

Two and a half minutes.

It lasted a full two and a half minutes.

According to the normal rules of the Soul Fighting game, the match should end when one side loses the ability to resist or falls out of the arena.

Now, Wuming is stuck in the pit, unable to retaliate, and is being beaten unilaterally.

The referee just stood there watching.

This is no longer a matter of favoritism.

This is to watch Tang Hao beat someone to death on stage.

The cheers from the audience began to thin out.

The initial bloodthirsty frenzy gradually cooled down over time, leaving an eerie atmosphere in the room.

Even if it's slaughtering a pig, it should be done in two and a half minutes.

But that nameless man, even though his bones sounded like they were shattered to pieces, even though the crater was filled with blood, he just wouldn't stop breathing.

Each time the Haotian Hammer falls, a deep, resounding boom echoes.

Then came an even deeper, duller echo.

He will not fall.

He will not die.

This cockroach-like tenacity sent a chill down the spine of the initially excited audience.

"What... what's going on?"

Someone muttered something under their breath.

No one answered.

With the Haotian Sect's imposing aura so strong, who would dare to speak recklessly?

But this eerie atmosphere did indeed spread like a plague.

Sidelines.

Shui Yun'er wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her chest heaving violently.

She glanced at Shui Lingxi, who was equally disheveled beside her.

The two sisters did not speak, nor did they even need to make eye contact.

The soul power was forcibly gathered once again.

If once doesn't work, then try twice.

Since the Martial Soul Fusion Skill has been interrupted, then we'll make up for it with our lives.

"Frost!"

"Gather!"

The temperature in the air plummeted. This time, there was no magnificent ice phoenix, only two beams of the purest extreme cold, attempting to freeze the giant hammer that was constantly being swung.

Bibi Dong stood in the shadows.

Her face was pale; the recoil from that blow had injured her internal organs.

But now she held a short, black blade.

That was a materialized weapon formed using the power of the Rakshasa gods.

Taking advantage of the moment the Shui sisters made their move, she sprang up, gliding along the ground like a deadly viper, aiming for Tang Hao's weakest point, his ankle.

"roll!"

Tang Hao didn't even glance at it.

There is only one word.

As he uttered that word, the Haotian Hammer in his hand suddenly trembled outwards.

A violent black shockwave exploded outwards in a ring around him.

No soul skills were used.

Click!

The extremely cold beam of light was pulverized into powder while still in mid-air.

The Shui sisters were like two withered leaves, overturned by the shockwave and crashed heavily into the wall in the distance, instantly losing consciousness.

Bibi Dong's black dagger was knocked away. The Rakshasa God's power could not destroy it, but she, as the user, was not weak. However, she was too weak in the face of Tang Hao!

Tang Hao didn't even stop bombarding the bottom of the pit; this was just a slight aftershock during a break in his hammer swing.

Bottom of the pit.

Yu Xiaoheng's face was covered in blood.

He felt very hot.

It's very hot.

The immense energy within his body, belonging to the Netherworld White Tiger and the five members of the Star Luo Team, became docile under this heavy blow, which felt like striking iron.

Golden Dragon Element Tempering Method.

The first layer is complete!

Yu Xiaoheng's dantian trembled violently.

A violent energy flowed into his limbs and bones.

A purple-gold light flowed beneath his tattered clothes; it was the color of a golden holy dragon intertwined with thunder and fire patterns.

And now there's an additional dark line.

Surging, growing!

Integrate into your body!

The aura, however, was steadily rising.

Peak level 56.

The bottleneck is loosening.

boom!