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

"No...it's not Young Master."

An elder slumped down and shook his head: "Although the young master's martial soul has mutated, his pupils are pure gold and possess the power of light. This nameless one... his eyes are dark gold, filled with the aura of destruction and slaughter."

"Moreover, the young master has already perished, which is an indisputable fact."

The Blue Lightning Sect was in complete chaos, and in the end, only one conclusion could be drawn:

This is just a freak who looks extremely similar to Yu Xiaoheng.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the spectator stands.

Tears welled up in Liu Erlong's eyes. For a moment just now, she really thought... that her brother Xiao Heng had come back.

The entire audience was whispering the word "Nameless".

Some people marveled that he was a god descended to earth, while others speculated about the origin of his martial spirit.

There was one corner that seemed out of place.

Yu Xiaogang sat there alone.

Although the area around him was filled with disciples of the Blue Lightning Sect, it was as if there was an invisible barrier around him, completely isolating him from the hustle and bustle.

Not long ago, he was the young master whom the Blue Lightning Sect was grooming with all its might.

Although his strength is low, he has the cultivation speed of a level seven or eight ordinary person due to his special devouring characteristics. Everyone believes that with the support of his family, he will at least reach the Soul Douluo level. Moreover, with the cultivation experience of the same separated martial soul left by Yu Xiaoheng, if he relies on the advantage of devouring, he may also have a chance to glimpse the realm of the title.

He is the brightest star in Blue Lightning.

But now.

When that brilliant shooting star, named "Nameless," streaked across the night sky, all eyes were drawn to it.

Even if it was just a shadow that resembled Yu Xiaoheng, it would still be more intriguing than the living Yu Xiaogang.

Lin Wan'er sat next to Yu Xiaogang, her little face puffed up with anger.

She looked at the clansmen around her who ignored Yu Xiaogang and instead shouted at the nameless man on the stage, and her heart was filled with resentment.

But this anger seemed so insignificant amidst the cheers that filled the air.

Yu Xiaogang remained expressionless.

He looked at the figure with burning golden eyes on the arena, at the man who made even Tang Hao pale in comparison.

Nobody knows what he's thinking.

The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan cheered with joy because of an illusion.

Chapter 369 Almost

Yu Xiaoheng exhaled a breath of stale air.

He knew from the beginning that he wouldn't die.

These so-called elite Soul Masters in front of me?

The difference is too great.

He's gambling.

Only at the moment of true imminent death, only at the instant when all bodily functions cease, will the "rage" originating from the depths of the Golden Dragon's bloodline awaken.

Now, he's won his gamble.

The second level of the Golden Dragon Element Tempering Technique: Fury.

It became.

only……

Yu Xiaoheng clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within him like the Yangtze River, but there was no joy in his eyes, only a layer of gloom.

not enough.

Even if he forcibly breaks through to level 60 Soul Emperor at this point, his physical strength would only be able to withstand a Soul Ring that lasts for 80,000 to 90,000 years.

Ten thousand years later, that red threshold still stands like an insurmountable chasm, blocking our way.

If one truly wants to possess the foundation to bear a 100,000-year-old soul ring, one must unlock the third level of the Body Tempering Technique.

That is the path to returning to the Silver Dragon King, and even to surpassing the Silver Dragon King and advancing towards the true form of the Dragon God.

Seven elements are required.

Water, fire, earth, wind, light, darkness, space.

This is the authority controlled by the Silver Dragon King. All seven elements must be gathered and integrated into one's bones and blood in order to open the door to the third level.

In the short term, this is simply wishful thinking.

"trouble."

Yu Xiaoheng whispered.

The frustration and annoyance in his heart transformed into a purer form of tyranny at that moment.

If you can't improve, then vent.

The group of Soul Masters opposite him huddled together like startled quails.

The combined attack had exhausted all their soul power and courage. Looking at the evil spirit that crawled out of hell, some of them had already soaked their pants.

"You...don't come here!"

A Soul Emperor shouted in a trembling voice, his martial spirit trembling.

Yu Xiaoheng ignored him.

He simply raised his hand, without any fancy movements, and didn't even light up his soul skill.

It was just a simple punch.

boom!

The air exploded.

A visible, transparent ripple, accompanied by a deafening sonic boom, swept forward in a fan shape.

The Soul Emperor who shouted didn't even have time to let out a scream before he exploded like a porcelain doll struck head-on by a battering ram.

Blood mist filled the sky.

The power of this punch, solely based on physical strength and the aura of "rage," already surpasses the first or even second soul skill performed by an ordinary Soul Saint.

This is the domineering nature of the second level of body tempering method.

In the stands.

Everyone was stunned.

Wait, buddy?

Even if you weren't seriously injured, you shouldn't have suddenly become so aggressive!

Even Tang Hao's pupils contracted sharply.

Pure power?

No.

It's not just about strength.

Yu Xiaoheng strode forward, his aura growing stronger with each step.

In his mind, a combat technique filled with destructive intent was taking shape.

Once, he imitated the will of divine retribution and combined it with his own insights to create his first self-created soul skill—Ruling the World.

But he can't use it.

That aura was so unique that once it was released, his identity would be impossible to hide.

"Since we cannot rule the world..."

The dark gold color in Yu Xiaoheng's eyes grew even more intense; it was pure rage, a manifestation of the Golden Dragon King's tyrannical side.

"Then let me show you what it means to unleash a furious rage."

This is his second self-created soul skill.

He transformed all the negative emotions, murderous intent, and anger in his heart into fuel, igniting the soul power within his body and erupting without regard for anything else.

exactly.

Yu Xiaoheng was constantly annoyed!

Since he traveled through time, he hasn't had a single day where his thoughts were clear!

Fear of his crippled martial spirit, suppressed by Qian Xunji, forced to evade evil spirit masters, he faces enemies from all corners of the world, and his family is in grave danger.

And now, they've been brutally beaten!

boom--!

Dark golden flames erupted from his body, no longer a protective shield, but like oil being poured into a raging fire, wildly scorching everything around him.

The remaining twenty-odd Soul Masters felt a wave of heat wash over them.

That's not heat from temperature.

It is the pain of a soul being burned.

Run! Run!

Finally, someone broke down and turned to jump off the ring.

"late."

Yu Xiaoheng's voice was soft, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

His figure flashed.

Only a crushed afterimage remained in the spot.

boom! boom! boom!