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

Passageway entrance.

Yu Xiaoheng heard the noise behind him and paused slightly.

He didn't turn around.

……

at this time.

Beneath the broken wall.

A sound of gravel rolling down rang out.

"Cough...cough..."

Tang Hao was carried out by several disciples.

awful.

It's too awful.

His chest was completely caved in, and his signature tattered robe was soaked in blood. Although the Haotian Hammer in his hand had dissipated, the shockwave seemed to still linger in his body, causing him to twitch from time to time.

But he is still alive.

Not only was he alive, but his eyes still burned with a wild, arrogant flame, even more intense than before.

"Brother Hao!"

A small, thin figure squeezed through the crowd.

It was Tang San.

Seeing Tang Hao's miserable state, a pang of heartache flashed in his eyes, and he quickly supported Tang Hao's blood-covered arm.

The internal energy of the Xuan Tian Gong quietly penetrated, helping Tang Hao to regulate the chaotic qi and blood within his body.

"Brother Hao, how are you?"

Tang Hao spat out a mouthful of blood and, with Tang San's help, managed to stand up straight.

He pushed away the Haotian Sect disciples who tried to help him up, his gaze fixed menacingly on the direction where Yu Xiaoheng had disappeared.

"Can't die."

The elders and disciples of the Haotian Sect surrounded them, their faces extremely grim.

"That kid is too insidious!"

Some people were indignant, saying, "If it were a head-on confrontation, Hao-di could kill him with a single hammer blow!"

"Exactly! If the referee hadn't intervened and disrupted Hao's rhythm, that kid would have been turned into mincemeat by now!"

"Moreover, that kid must have used some kind of evil magic that drains his life force. Look at him, he didn't even dare to speak when he stepped down from the stage. He must be at his last gasp!"

Everyone chimed in with their own opinions, as if only by belittling their opponent could they regain the face they had just lost.

Listening to the surrounding conversation, Tang San channeled his inner energy into Tang Hao while whispering:

"Brother Hao, they're right."

"That nameless one is definitely not as strong as you in direct combat."

"If your hammer strike lands, he won't be able to stop it."

"Moreover, this is the Soul Arena. If it's a life-or-death battle, with the assistance of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, plus your Exploding Ring Technique, killing him will be as easy as killing a chicken."

Tang San's voice was very calm.

He is analyzing.

This was also giving Tang Hao a way out.

After all, Tang Hao was his father... his elder brother, and the strongest being in his heart. He absolutely could not lose to an unknown Soul King.

Chapter 348 This sin, I, Tang San, shall bear alone.

Tang Hao's gloomy expression softened slightly upon hearing Tang San's words.

Of course he knows where he went wrong.

main idea.

underestimate the enemy.

And the referees.

Even if the nameless one helped him and tempered his strength, he would still be far from being his match in a head-on confrontation.

"nameless……"

Tang Hao pondered the name, his eyes revealing a murderous intent.

He didn't feel like he had lost.

He just didn't have the chance to use his full strength.

If a Soul Saint were to fight a Soul King, and use the Haotian True Body in conjunction with the Chaotic Cloak, even destroying several Soul Rings, not to mention one Nameless One, even ten would die.

"Walk."

Tang Hao did not offer any further explanation.

The strong need no explanation.

The next time they meet, he will use the hammer in his hand to get his revenge.

They smashed that nameless brat into a pulp.

Tang San nodded, helped Tang Hao up, and amidst the throng of people from the Clear Sky Sect, they left the Great Soul Arena in a disheveled yet proud manner.

Behind the arena, in a dark alley.

In the shadows.

Tang San stood quietly.

At this moment, the obedient and tender expression he had shown when he was with Tang Hao was gone from his face.

"Little Lord."

In the darkness, a towering figure, as massive as an iron tower, silently emerged.

This was an old man with white hair and beard, wearing an inconspicuous gray robe from the Haotian Sect. But as he stood there, the surrounding air became viscous, and gravity subtly distorted.

Tang Jue, a reclusive elder of the Haotian Sect and a titled Douluo.

Title: Shattered Mountain.

A level 92 Douluo of the Power Attack type.

This was a trump card that Tang San had specially summoned using the sect leader's order to ensure everything went perfectly.

"Grandpa Jue".

Tang San turned around, his voice low but clear, "I want that Nameless One dead."

A look of surprise flashed in Tang Jue's cloudy old eyes.

He originally thought that the young master had summoned him to guard against the Spirit Hall's purge, or to help the injured Tang Hao.

So, the purpose was to kill a Soul King?

"Young Master, Hao'er was just careless."

Tang Jue's voice boomed, "That kid named Wuming, although he has some skills, he only uses borrowed strength against him. If it were a life-or-death battle, Hao'er would unleash his Martial Soul True Body, and with one blow, not to mention a Soul King, even a Soul Saint would be reduced to mincemeat. Why would I need to intervene?"

As a titled Douluo, if word got out that he was trying to assassinate a Soul King, wouldn't he lose all face?

Tang San shook his head.

"Grandpa Jue, you don't understand."

"Back then, Yu Xiaoheng was theoretically someone that a Soul Saint could deal with, and even a Soul Emperor could defeat him. But because he didn't go all out, Yang Wudi, a senior from the Breaking Clan, suffered damage to his martial soul, losing all his cultivation. Furthermore, the Haotian Sect lost a great help."

Tang San walked to the dim light at the alley entrance and looked at the brightly lit restaurant in the distance, where Wuming and the others were celebrating their victory.

"This nameless man not only possesses combat strength comparable to Yu Xiaoheng, but also... seems shameless, resorting to any means to achieve his goals. Perhaps he is not as talented as Yu Xiaoheng, but his hidden dangers are no less than those of Yu Xiaoheng."

In Tang San's view, Wuming was shameless, while Yu Xiaoheng was relatively upright and honest.

In reality...

It may seem like shamelessness, but actually Yu Xiaoheng had no other choice.

If he were still the young master of Blue Lightning, he wouldn't need to pretend to be weak to dare to kill and gain room to maneuver.

“Father… Brother Hao wants to win back his honor in the arena fair and square.”

"But the Haotian Sect cannot afford to suffer a second loss."

At this point, Tang San suddenly turned his head and stared intently at Tang Jue.

"If he is allowed to grow up, he may become an even more terrifying variable than Yu Xiaogang."

"What we need to do is nip the threat in the bud."

"Even if..."

Tang San paused, his tone becoming resolute, "Even if it offends the Spirit Hall."

Tang Jue's brow twitched suddenly.

In Wuhun City, during the Soul Master Competition, assassinate participating contestants.

This is a direct slap in the face to the Spirit Hall.

Once exposed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Young Master, have you thought this through? This could put the sect in a passive position."

"I've figured it out."

Tang San didn't hesitate at all. "I am the third generation sect leader of the Clear Sky Sect. If things are exposed and the Spirit Hall wants to explain, they should hand me over. I, Tang San, will bear all the blame."

"But the nameless must die."