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

Qian Daoliu frowned slightly: "Then what do you want to do?"

Yu Xiaoheng raised his head, his gaze passing over Qian Daoliu, and looked at the tall angel statue, a fervent light burning in his eyes.

"I want to change the competition format."

"Change the competition format?" Qian Daoliu was taken aback.

Yu Xiaoheng nodded.

Originally, his plan was quite sound.

Using his identity as a divine envoy, he mobilized several titled Douluo as sparring partners, allowing him to safely and controllably temper his physical body by taking beatings in a secret chamber.

but……

but……

Our ancestors were right.

The power of the Golden Dragon King is not just his invulnerable physique.

It is also a kind of will.

Undeterred and unstoppable, we will break through the heavens with sheer force!

Looking for a sparring partner?

That's just playing house.

A fake "life-or-death struggle" cannot cultivate a true Golden Dragon Physique, nor can it cultivate the madness that belongs to the Golden Dragon King.

Yu Xiaoheng spoke eloquently, recounting his own experiences. Sunlight shone through the statue; it was morning, and the light shifted constantly, gradually casting Yu Xiaoheng's figure from the light into the shadows.

Qian Daoliu fell silent.

After a long while, Yu Xiaoheng finished his explanation.

"The competition format can be changed."

Qian Daoliu finally nodded, but he was still puzzled: "But what's the point?"

Yu Xiaoheng remained silent.

He turned and walked out of the hall.

As they reached the entrance of the main hall, they suddenly stopped.

"Great Master, there is still one thing that is unclear."

Yu Xiaoheng didn't turn around, but asked with his back to Qian Daoliu, "Why are three dragon-type soul bones being offered as prizes for this competition?"

This has always been a source of doubt for him.

Three dragon-type soul bones that are over 10,000 years old—this is too extravagant, too unreasonable.

Unless, there's someone pulling the strings behind this.

Qian Daoliu stood beneath the statue, his expression solemn.

Since this person has been recognized and appointed as a divine messenger by our ancestors, there is no need to hide some secrets.

"It is a god."

Qian Daoliu's voice echoed softly in the main hall.

Yu Xiaoheng's pupils contracted slightly.

"It was requested by the gods of the upper realm." Qian Daoliu pointed to the sky above, not the ceiling of the Papal Palace, but the more distant and unpredictable heavens.

"The divine realm has issued a decree that the dragon clan's most precious treasure must be used as bait."

"As for the specifics, I have no idea."

At this point, Qian Daoliu paused:

"You don't need to worry about the situation getting out of control."

"If it is truly necessary at that time."

"Lord Qian Yuhan will personally take action."

Chapter 362 Changes in Tournament Format, Defending the Title?

The hall was completely silent.

Yu Xiaoheng stood there, his back stiff.

Qian Yuhan personally took action?

What exactly does the divine realm want to do?

Targeting the Dragon God?

Beware of the abyss? No, that's impossible now.

Countless thoughts flashed through Yu Xiaoheng's mind.

Ultimately, it came down to one possibility.

The Dragon God went mad back then and begged the Asura God to cut him in two. There are many secrets behind this, and no one can explain them to this day.

Since even variables like divine retribution have emerged in this world, it's possible that some remnants related to the Dragon God might have resurfaced, their aura leaking out and alarming the divine realm, requiring the angels to personally intervene and suppress them.

It turned out to be the case.

So that's what they mean by that!

Yu Xiaoheng's eyelids twitched violently, and his heart suddenly contracted.

He cursed himself in his mind.

Isn't this so-called successor of the Dragon God standing right in front of Qian Daoliu at this very moment?

Isn't that Yu Xiaoheng?

While it's not certain, the probability is quite high!

So it turns out the fire from the divine realm was aimed at him.

If Qian Daoliu were to find out that the "divine messenger" he had just been earnestly persuading was the very "variable" that the divine realm feared and even went so far as to issue a decree to eliminate, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Once exposed, let alone the Golden Dragon Body Tempering, he would probably be slapped into mincemeat by Qian Daoliu and used as a sacrifice for the flag.

We must stabilize the situation.

Yu Xiaoheng took a deep breath.

"I see."

Qian Daoliu looked at the young man in front of him.

Seeing that he only paused for a moment before returning to normal without any further panic, Qian Daoliu nodded to himself.

He was indeed a messenger of the gods.

Hearing of the descent of a deity only caused him brief surprise; his composure was stronger than that of ordinary people.

"In that case, we shall do as you say."

Qian Daoliu waved his hand and turned back to face the angel statue.

"I will arrange the competition format."

"Go."

Yu Xiaoheng bowed and turned to leave the offering hall.

It wasn't until he stepped outside and the sunlight shone on him that the cold sweat on his back subsided slightly.

……

The news spread very quickly.

In just half a day, the Spirit Hall officially announced that it was changing the advancement rules for the All-Continent Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament.

The conventional and lengthy round-robin and knockout tournaments were eliminated.

Instead, a more direct and bloody "defense system" was adopted.

Eight enormous arenas will be set up in front of the Papal Palace.

The eight selected seeded teams will automatically take the title of champions, and all other participating academies may challenge them.

The winner takes all, the loser is eliminated.

The rules are simple: whoever stands in the ring until the end wins.

However, one of the newly added reward mechanisms is the most enticing – the champion can choose to open multiple challenge channels at the same time, that is, to fight against two or even three challenge teams at the same time.

The stronger the offensive you defend against, the more enemies you face, and the richer the points and final rewards you will receive.

This change was so sudden that it broke almost all previous conventions.

However, the Spirit Hall allocated a considerable amount of cultivation resources as a reward for the victor.

Although the various sects had their complaints, they all chose to remain silent in the face of tangible benefits.

In Wuhun City, at the post station.

Tang San looked at the announcement in his hand.

"The sudden change in the competition format doesn't seem like a spur-of-the-moment decision."

He looked out the window.

"The Spirit Hall probably planned this all along. The arena defense battle may seem fair, but it is actually a great test of the strength of the strong. Perhaps they want to see the potential of the major sects more clearly?"

As for the Soul Master named "Nameless," Tang San didn't think much of it.

Although Wuming was furious with Wuming, he was the one who suffered the most from this competition format.

Sitting to the side, Tang Hao toyed with the teacup in his hand and let out a cold laugh.

"It's better now that it's been changed."

"The previous competitions were like an old lady's foot binding cloth, a bunch of useless people pecking at each other on the stage, it was annoying to watch."