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

However, in order to maintain his divine sense, Qian Yuhan would inevitably have to draw upon his power of light.

This kind of extraction is not a bad thing.

The old will not go, and the new will not come.

With the extremely unstable characteristics of his Purple-Gold Sacred Dragon martial soul, combined with the cleansing and reflux of divine power, this is another opportunity for evolution.

As long as you stay by Qian Renxue's side and within Qian Yuhan's spiritual range.

His martial spirit will then undergo another transformation.

……

Night falls.

Inside the Spirit Hall's inner city, a grand family banquet is underway.

A variety of delicious dishes were laid out on the round table.

Yu Xiaoheng sat beside Qian Daoliu, and the two toasted each other and chatted happily.

From the application of soul skills to the essence of martial souls, Qian Daoliu became more and more shocked and appreciative as they talked.

The boy's knowledge was in no way inferior to that of the old monster who had lived for over a hundred years.

"Here, Xue'er, eat this."

Wuming casually picked up a piece of soul beast meat and placed it in Qian Renxue's bowl.

Qian Renxue smiled, her eyes crinkling, and sweetly called out, "Thank you, Brother Wuming."

"Cough cough."

Qian Daoliu watched this scene with a smile, feeling an overwhelming sense of harmony.

Qian Xunji, sitting at the very end of the table, held a plate of freshly served hot soup, unsure whether to stand or sit.

The servants were a little slow in serving the food, and Qian Daoliu glared at him, telling him to hurry them up himself.

The Pope, a man of great stature, has now been reduced to serving food.

As Qian Xunji looked at the scene of the "family of three" enjoying themselves, that familiar, damned sense of absurdity surged into his heart once again.

then.

Also like this.

That bastard Yu Xiaoheng tricked away his most prized disciple, Bibi Dong.

now.

This bastard named Wuming is sitting here again, right in front of him, deceiving his daughter.

why?

Why am I always the one who gets hurt?

I want to eat meat too, and I want to talk to my daughter!

But no one cared about the Pope's feelings during this meal.

We were full and satisfied.

Yu Xiaoheng wiped his mouth and, led by a maid, swaggered to the luxurious bedchamber that had been prepared in advance to rest.

Qian Renxue waved goodbye reluctantly.

He stroked his beard, his face flushed and radiant.

Only Qian Xunji remained standing in the cold wind, staring at that figure from behind, his eyelids twitching wildly, his hand gripping the silver wine cup so tightly it became deformed.

……

At this moment.

Qian Xunji wasn't the only one whose eyelids were twitching wildly.

Martial Soul City, outside the inner city wall.

The night wind howled, and the chill was biting.

The Haotian Sect members stayed up all night until sunrise.

Tang Wei stood with his hands behind his back, his figure like an iron tower, but the slightly trembling hem of his clothes betrayed his turbulent emotions.

Beside him, the two brothers, Tang Hao and Tang Xiao, had solemn expressions and their eyes were fixed on the tightly closed city gate.

Tang Jue sat in a wheelchair, his face ashen, wrapped in a thick blanket, his eyes filled with resentment and venom.

They waited here for most of the night.

From the moon reaching its zenith, until the morning star appears, until the sun rises.

Why hasn't the unidentified corpse been thrown out yet?

Chapter 357: Why not worship the divine messenger when you see him?

Achoo—!

A loud sneeze broke the silence.

Tang San rubbed his nose, which was red from the cold, and shrank back.

His current strength is still too weak, and he really can't withstand the cold wind of this early spring night.

"Father, second brother..."

Tang San's voice trembled slightly.

"Why hasn't that nameless corpse been disposed of yet?"

According to common sense.

Offending someone of Qian Daoliu's caliber is as simple as a slap.

After killing people, they throw them out like trash for public display—that's the Spirit Hall's style of doing things.

Tang Hao frowned.

"Perhaps... Qian Daoliu's attack was too powerful."

"Burn to smithereens?"

Tang Wei nodded; that explanation made sense.

"Not even ashes left..."

Tang Jue coughed twice, sounding somewhat regretful.

"That kid got off easy."

"Let's go. Since we're already dead, there's no point in staying here."

Although everyone had some doubts, they could only comfort themselves with this thought.

After all, that was a level 99 peerless Douluo.

Even gods have to give them some face. How could a nobody possibly cause any trouble?

Tang Wei waved his hand and turned to leave.

Just then.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A deep and resounding drumbeat suddenly emanated from the inner city of the Spirit Hall, shaking the heavens.

Immediately following was a deafening gong sound.

The noise instantly shattered the tranquility of the morning.

Tang Wei paused in his steps.

Tang San suddenly turned around.

"what happened?"

"What big move is the Spirit Hall making?"

Out of caution, and also out of a sliver of hope, the Haotian Sect members stopped in their tracks.

Not far away, spies from the Star Luo Empire, the Heaven Dou Empire, and various sects also peeked out from their hiding places, their faces full of surprise and doubt.

The inner city gate, which had been tightly closed all night, suddenly burst open.

Two rows of bishops, dressed in red robes and holding scepters, filed out solemnly and lined up on both sides.

Then.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people.

A young man dressed in a black robe with gold patterns walked out slowly.

The garment was exquisitely crafted, with gold-embroidered dragon patterns gleaming in the morning light, clearly made by the most skilled tailors of the Spirit Hall.

The boy's expression was calm, and his steps were unhurried.

Behind him, there were even two platinum bishops bowing in homage.

This scene.

Everyone outside the city gate was dumbfounded.

Tang San's eyes widened, and he activated his Purple Demon Eye to its fullest extent, seemingly trying to see through whether it was an illusion.

"He's...he's not dead?!"

Not far away.

The Star Luo Empire personnel who also came out to watch the spectacle were even more astonished, their jaws nearly dropping to the ground.

"Were they arrested? Or..."

"How can you be dressed so well after being arrested? I recognize those clothes; they're modified from a private robe of papal rank!"

A commotion broke out in the crowd.