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

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The youngest Soul Saint was beaten like a dog by an unknown Soul King?

Or should we break the rules and take forceful action first?

We've lost both face and substance!

"Bastard!"

Tang Wei cursed angrily, it was unclear whether he was cursing Wuming for his ruthless methods or for Tang Hao for being careless and underestimating his opponent.

On the arena.

Yu Xiaoheng was panting heavily.

The elemental drain attack just now had drained all of his physical and mental energy.

If Tang Hao hadn't been careless, and if the referee hadn't interrupted his rhythm, the result probably wouldn't have been so good.

But he won his gamble.

Or perhaps, you were just lucky.

Chapter 347 Yes, yes, yes, no, no, no

Yu Xiaoheng raised his blood-covered hand and wiped the blood from his face.

He only intended to annoy Tang Hao a little, but who would have thought...

The results far exceeded expectations!

"referee."

"Shouldn't they award a loss?"

The referee in red was stunned.

A loss?

right?

Oh yes, yes, yes!

This nameless guy won!

"The winner of this match—"

"nameless!"

boom!

This is really explosive!

Tang Wei sat in the main seat of the VIP section, the armrest beneath his hand turning to dust.

Lost.

They not only lost face, but also their morale.

One of the two great stars of Haotian, the youngest Soul Saint, failed to ambush a Soul King and was instead beaten into a wall in front of everyone.

In the end, they were declared the losers by the referee.

This is like putting the Haotian Sect's face on the ground and then spitting on it after you've done that.

"Get him out!"

Tang Wei's voice was hoarse as he shouted at the Haotian Sect disciples below.

Several Haotian Sect disciples dressed in gray robes suddenly realized what was happening and rushed toward the broken wall.

However, the referee was also dumbfounded the next second.

Oh.

No, no, no, no.

Tang Hao is no match for this nobody, why would I declare him the loser?!

This is really messed up!

The referee covered his head, feeling like he'd had the worst luck of the day. What was going on?!

On the arena.

Yu Xiaoheng didn't look at that wall again.

His robes were somewhat torn, revealing the faint lines of his strong muscles.

Turn around.

He stepped down.

The passageway below the stage.

Several figures were already waiting there.

Bibi Dong was dressed in plain clothes, but her stunning beauty could not be concealed. She looked at Yu Xiaoheng as he walked down, her eyes flashing with admiration.

Although Wuming is not a good person, he is not even a hair on the head of Yu Xiaoheng, whom I knew back then.

After all, Brother Xiao Heng is kind and gentle, but Wu Ming is extremely cold-blooded and ruthless. However, he is indeed somewhat comparable to Yu Xiao Heng in terms of talent.

I consider myself lucky to have met him.

Beside her, the two sisters, Shui Yun'er and Shui Lingxi, also had some surprise and... avoidance in their eyes.

For some reason, Wuming started to remind them more and more of someone else...

This makes them even more reluctant to come into contact with them.

Several other outlaws from the Killing City looked at Yu Xiaoheng as if he were a walking god.

There was no verbal communication.

As Yu Xiaoheng walked by, these people naturally followed behind him.

The group marched through the contestants' tunnel in a grand procession.

Wherever it passed, the crowds automatically parted.

The once noisy audience seats were now very quiet.

Those disciples from the lower four sects who had just been loudly mocking Wuming for being "ignorant of his own limitations" and "certain to die" now stood at attention.

No one dared to speak.

No one dared to breathe loudly.

Even the representatives of the White Tiger Dai family and the Netherworld Zhu family, as people of the Star Luo Empire, should have felt immense hatred for Wuming. However, at this moment, looking at that figure, all they could see in their eyes was deep apprehension.

Soul King, fight Soul Saint.

There's a difference of a full twenty levels.

That's an insurmountable barrier.

But this nameless one, he overcame.

Even if Tang Hao was careless, even if the referee intervened, even if Wuming used the opponent's force against him.

But a win is a win.

The one standing is Wuming, and the one lying in the wall that can't be pried off is Tang Hao.

This is the fact.

A chill spread through the air.

so similar.

This kind of unreasonable power, this kind of combat strength that transcends levels as easily as drinking water.

It reminded people of one person.

A name that has long since died, yet still keeps the major sects up at night.

Yu Xiaoheng.

The prodigy from the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family back then was just as terrifying, forcing the entire world to join forces to nip that threat in the bud.

Now, Yu Xiaoheng is dead.

Another nameless person has appeared?

"This child must not be allowed to live."

Ning Zhenyuan, Tang Wei, the representative of Tiandou, the representative of Xingluo, and the representatives of the four lower sects all had this thought in their minds, and then turned their heads to look at the representatives of other sects.

Everyone looks alike.

There is no need for another Yu Xiaoheng in this world.

There is no need for a nameless being who can use the body of a Soul King to fight against a Soul Saint.

however.

Amidst this eerie atmosphere...

"Great! Well done!"

In the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex clan's territory, the elder in charge slapped his thigh, his old face turning bright red.

He didn't care about any of that.

He was happy to see the Haotian Sect suffer a setback.

And for some reason, he always felt a sense of pleasingness towards this young man named Wuming.

It looks particularly pleasing to the eye.

It's like... seeing the young master from back then.