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

"really?"

Qian Renxue's eyes lit up, and she excitedly leaned closer. "Then teach me quickly! I want it to fly high too, higher than Grandpa!"

Yu Xiaoheng squatted down.

"Here, give me the spool."

He stretched out his hand.

Qian Renxue also stretched out her chubby little hand and handed over the spool.

Right at this moment.

Their fingers inevitably touched.

hum-

Yu Xiaoheng's expression changed slightly.

Qian Renxue's face froze instantly.

Before they could even withdraw their hands, a blinding golden light burst forth from between their fingers.

Yu Xiaoheng felt a burning sensation on his back.

The purple-gold sacred dragon tattoo on his spine seemed to come alive at that moment.

It is roaring, it is yearning.

The mysterious, divine power originating from Qian Renxue's body surged into Yu Xiaoheng's body.

That is light.

The purest and most primal element of light.

That is the ultimate light that transcends the light of the mortal realm!

The essence of a martial spirit lies in its sublimation.

"Well……"

Qian Renxue let out a muffled groan, her face turning bright red, but she didn't let go.

Within this "nameless" boy, she sensed a life energy as vast and boundless as the ocean.

Yu Xiaoheng has consumed countless rare and precious herbs.

Those things are accumulated in the bone marrow and hidden deep in the flesh and blood.

For the mysterious entity within Qian Renxue's body, it was a source of nourishment to fill a massive void!

Chapter 354 Nameless, he can't escape either?!

Golden light cascaded down like a waterfall.

Yu Xiaoheng had never had such a strange feeling before.

It's not just a fusion of soul power, but also a completion of the laws.

According to the clear records of the Douluo Continent in the previous life, the so-called ultimate attributes often have a clear definition.

Extreme ice signifies the lower limit of temperature; it is a deep cold that can freeze life and approach absolute zero, as if reaching minus 150 degrees Celsius would be considered the ultimate.

Extreme fire represents the extreme of temperature and explosion, burning everything in its path.

But what about light?

In the previous world, light was the norm, a material phenomenon that illuminated the earth.

Yu Xiaoheng always believed that his Golden Sacred Dragon Martial Soul, although possessing extremely high purity of light attribute, was equivalent to the ultimate.

But it's merely an accumulation of "quantity," a manifestation of intensity, like gathering ten thousand candles together—it's bright, but not a qualitative change.

But at this moment, he grasped an opportunity in Qian Renxue that was not of this world.

This power does not belong to the human world.

It possesses a supreme divinity, representing the ultimate essence of light's unique properties—judgment and purification.

"I see……"

Yu Xiaoheng's pupils contracted.

If the light of the Golden Sacred Dragon is a projection of light, then the power within this girl is light itself, or even a sacred origin that transcends light.

This is the key to the "ultimate light"!

Nothing could surprise a power seeker more than this.

The tattoo on his back twisted and reformed in the scalding heat.

The dormant Purple-Gold Sacred Dragon, like a shark smelling blood, greedily devoured this sacred energy, frantically purifying and compressing what was originally just a high-intensity light attribute towards the word "ultimate".

This is an opportunity that no rare and precious material from the outside world can provide.

And opposite him.

Qian Renxue was in a dazed state.

She felt an unprecedented, immense life force mixed with the power of light, flowing into her limbs and bones through their touching fingers.

For her, who was born with a god-level martial soul but whose body was not yet fully developed, this was like rain after a long drought.

Qian Renxue's pale face turned rosy at a visible speed, her bones made a series of crackling sounds, and her physical fitness improved by leaps and bounds.

"You are……"

Qian Renxue instinctively wanted to ask a question.

Yu Xiaoheng did not answer.

He was busy guiding that divine power to inscribe new patterns of light within his body.

Unlike other elements, the patterns of light, forged within the martial soul, are a wave-like waveform of surging energy.

The two remained frozen in place, the golden light engulfing their figures. What was originally just a touch of fingertips turned into palms pressed tightly together under the pull of energy.

Because the energy complementarity is so intense, it looks like two magnets are stuck together.

Just then.

"boom--!!"

Two terrifying auras descended upon the back garden like meteorites falling to earth.

A figure was shrouded in golden armor, with six wings spread behind him, exuding a majestic and godlike aura.

The other figure was dressed in a golden papal robe, with a sinister face and eyes blazing with murderous intent.

It is precisely a thousand streams and a thousand speeds.

After hearing Tang San's warning, they rushed over.

Qian Renxue... that is the foundation of the Qian family! It is the hope for the future!

The moment they landed, the scene before them made the two highest-ranking officials of the Spirit Hall's eyes widen in fury.

Wuming was actually holding the hand of Qian Renxue, whom they cherished, and the light around them was intertwined, their auras merging!

Even worse, Qian Renxue's face was flushed and her whole body was trembling, as if she was powerless to resist.

She's still a child!

A thousand streams of hair and beard stood on end.

"You scoundrel, how dare you!!"

The soul power of a level 99 peerless Douluo instantly turned the artificial hill in the back garden into dust.

Qian Xunji's face turned ashen.

"Release her! Or I will tear you to pieces!"

at the same time.

Several kilometers away, on a high platform.

The Haotian Sect members stood watching.

Tang Wei frowned, sensing the divine fluctuations that erupted from afar, which made even him tremble, and the two extremely powerful auras that rose up afterward.

"That's the aura of the High Priest... It seems something really serious has happened."

Standing beside him, Tang San's eyes swirled with purple light, and his Purple Demon Eye was activated to its limit. Although he couldn't see the specific scene clearly, the soaring golden light and Qian Daoliu's roar had already explained everything.

Tang San's lips curled down slightly, revealing a hint of coldness.

Regardless of whether the nameless man truly had ulterior motives, since Qian Daoliu caught him in the act, it was like mud falling into his crotch—even if it wasn't excrement, it was still excrement.

Having offended the two most core figures of the Spirit Hall, even with his exceptional talent, Wuming is doomed to die today.

"Father, it seems we don't need to take action."

Tang San's voice was calm and resolute.

"Touching the Spirit Hall's sore spot would be a huge blow even to a Title Douluo, let alone a mere Soul Master like him."

Tang Wei stood with his hands behind his back, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The two brothers, Tang Hao and Tang Xiao, standing behind him, also had a look of pleasure in their eyes.

Even Elder Tang Jue, who had just woken up and whose face was still pale, was being supported by his disciples as he forced himself to look in that direction, his eyes filled with resentment and expectation.

“If Wuming dares to provoke the little princess of the Thousand Families in the Spirit Hall’s important territory, he wouldn’t have enough lives to kill her.”

Tang Jue coughed twice.

Tang Hao sneered.

"Father, with the Grand Elder personally taking action, even if that nameless one has some hidden power behind him, he is doomed to die today."

"This is the consequence of offending my Haotian Sect."

Tang San stood at the very front, his Purple Demon Eye activated. Although he couldn't see clearly from that distance, he could still sense the terrifying fluctuations of soul power.

That was the pressure of a level 99 peerless Douluo.