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

Even Tang Hao, a Soul Saint, would be badly injured if he took this hit head-on.

Nameless? No way, it must have turned to ashes, right?

Chapter 368 Yu Xiaogang's Contemplation

Dust billowed into the sky, obscuring everything around Arena Number Eight.

A sigh quietly echoed in the void.

Nestled within the envelope of Yu Xiaoheng's right arm, the will of the Blue Lightning Ancestor couldn't help but sigh.

wrong.

I was wrong!

If one were to cultivate step by step, the second level of the Golden Dragon Element Tempering Technique might not be named "Rage," and it would never possess such power.

His thinking was too conservative; he was always thinking about how to control power.

This junior is risking his life for that one in ten thousand chance of a qualitative change.

Center of the ring.

If others were to see Yu Xiaoheng in his current state, it would be enough to drive all healing-type Soul Masters mad.

There was no heartbeat.

His chest collapsed, his ribs were broken, and even his once indestructible flesh and blood were reduced to a blurry mess by the combined fire of thirty-five soul skills.

But he did not fall.

In that instant, he abandoned all defenses, and it could even be said that he actively opened his arms to welcome the onslaught of death.

"Boom."

A muffled sound, both extremely soft and extremely heavy, suddenly rang out from the silent chest cavity.

If it were an ordinary person, they would have already gone to meet the King of Hell by now.

Yu Xiaoheng's body had already been burned to ashes by the fire of divine retribution once, but he was reborn from the ashes in the face of death.

Every cell in his body remembered the instinct to "die and be resurrected".

A vast, ocean-like life force rebounds from its lowest point just before death.

It's not a repair.

It is a reshaping.

The broken bones were forcibly reconnected amidst crackling sounds, the shattered meridians were instantly unblocked under the infusion of immense life force, and the originally charred flesh and blood, like withered trees coming back to life, grew wildly at a terrifying speed visible to the naked eye.

This is not a conventional method; it's like walking a tightrope on a precipice, where the slightest misstep could lead to utter destruction.

But to outsiders, this place is just a dead zone.

Smoke and dust filled the air and lingered for a long time.

The noise from the audience gradually subsided, replaced by a suffocating silence.

Shui Yun'er's body trembled uncontrollably.

Shui Lingxi, standing beside him, was also deathly pale.

For some reason, the image of that nameless young man fighting wildly in the arena always made them hopelessly associate him with another person.

That equally brilliant and equally heartbreaking young master of the Blue Lightning Sect.

On the high platform.

Bibi Dong frowned slightly, a hint of regret flashing in her eyes.

Is he dead?

Pity.

Although he's a madman who doesn't follow orders, he's still one of the members working together against the Haotian Sect. If he can grow stronger...

In retrospect, it seems that being too rigid leads to breaking; this nameless man was ultimately not very bright.

The thugs in the killing city showed no sadness; instead, one of them whistled.

"idiot."

"With all that strength, why not run away? Why insist on taking on thirty-five people head-on? Isn't that just courting death?"

In their view, only those who survive are strong; those who die, no matter how heroic, are nothing more than a pile of rotten flesh.

The leaders of the major powers sat calmly on the sidelines, their expressions indifferent.

The death of a genius is no big deal to them; some are even secretly pleased, as it means one less potential threat.

Only those lowly underlings who were attached to the major sects dared to loudly mock them at this moment:

"What an overestimation of their abilities!"

"You think you can take on thirty-five at once? Do you think you're some kind of Title Douluo?"

"Just a clown trying to attract attention!"

Beside the number one arena.

Tang Hao's expression froze.

There was no joy of victory.

All eyes in the arena, and even the whispers of the audience, were focused on the now-ruined No. 8 ring.

Nobody was watching him.

It's always like this.

This feeling is all too familiar.

Back then, he was also full of vigor, traveling across the continent as the twin stars of the Haotian Sect, thinking himself unparalleled in the world.

The results of it?

Yu Xiaoheng suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Even at the Great Soul Master level, he could withstand a Soul Fusion Technique equivalent to a level 50 Soul King.

That Yu Xiaoheng even possessed a second spirit ring with a higher age limit than his fifth spirit ring at the Great Soul Master stage.

It was forcibly taken from Tang Hao!

That is a disgrace to the Haotian Sect forever!

Now that Yu Xiaoheng is dead, Tang Hao thought that this era would finally be the time for the Haotian Sect to hold its head high.

Who knew another nameless person would appear!

He was clearly just some random amateur who appeared out of nowhere, and the battle just now wasn't even a sophisticated tactic; it was just plain suicide.

But why?

Why is this tragic "suicide" more shocking than Tang Hao's crushing victory?

Even... a group of people who didn't know anything about it actually thought that Wuming was stronger than Tang Hao!

"He's just a brute."

Tang Hao snorted coldly, trying to calm his resentment with words.

"What good is superb expressiveness? Once someone is dead, they're dead. As long as I'm still here, the title of 'Number One in the World' will always remain..."

Before he could finish speaking...

A gust of wind blew by.

The smoke and dust on arena number eight finally dissipated.

The referee, who was about to announce the result, opened his mouth wide, as if he had a fishbone stuck in his throat, and could not make a sound.

Amidst the ruins.

A figure stood silently.

It did not turn into minced meat.

It didn't turn into coke.

Although his clothes were tattered, his exposed skin had a warm, jade-like luster, and there wasn't even a trace of blood.

Unscathed.

Yu Xiaoheng slowly raised his head, twisted his neck, and made a series of popping sounds.

He looked at his opponents, who were now completely stunned.

"Again."

next moment.

Yu Xiaoheng suddenly opened his eyes.

His pupils, which were originally jet black, had now turned a dark gold color.

It wasn't the cold hardness of metal, but rather a kind of liquid gold that seemed to be burning, exuding tyranny and majesty.

Light and darkness are now perfectly in harmony; the second level of body refinement has fused the effects of the first level!

"This...how is this possible?!"

"Is he a monster?!"

Exclamations rose and fell, sweeping across the entire Soul Arena like a tsunami.

The viewing area of ​​the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan instantly erupted in commotion.

Several elders stood up abruptly, staring at the figure with disbelief in their eyes.

"Is that Xiao Heng?!"

Someone cried out.

But soon, reason suppressed that hope.