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

There were no screams, only dull sounds of flesh exploding.

In front of Yu Xiaoheng, who had reached the second level of mastery, these so-called elites were as fragile as paper.

Every time he landed his fists and feet, he took a life.

It doesn't even need to hit a vital spot.

As soon as they brush against each other, that violent force will penetrate into the other person's body through the point of contact, pulverizing their internal organs.

In just three breaths.

The arena was cleared.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of bloody mud, and no intact corpse could be found.

Yu Xiaoheng stood in the center of the pool of blood, his chest heaving violently.

The killing did not calm him down; instead, it intensified the emptiness within him.

The reshaping of his physical body had consumed too much of his inner strength. Now, he was like a dried-up pond, desperately in need of water.

He slowly raised his right hand, palm down.

The prototype of his fifth soul skill was forming in his palm.

Element extraction.

call--

The air in the arena, which had been chaotic due to the battle, suddenly began to flow rapidly.

An invisible vortex formed beneath Yu Xiaoheng's feet.

The blood on the ground, the soul power contained in the severed limbs, and even the elemental power floating in the surrounding air were all forcibly stripped away at this moment, turning into strands of energy that surged wildly into the vortex and finally poured into Yu Xiaoheng's body.

Swallow.

It not only devours soul power, but also plunders the very essence of life.

The flesh and blood withered and decayed at a visible speed, eventually turning into ashes and disappearing.

In the blink of an eye.

There was no trace of bloodshed on the field anymore; it was completely clean, as if the carnage that had just occurred had never existed.

A vast and complex energy surged through Yu Xiaoheng's meridians, then was forcibly refined by the raging fire, transforming into the purest soul power to replenish his deficiencies.

Level 57... Level 58!

Yu Xiaoheng's aura steadily increased, eventually stabilizing at level fifty-eight.

In the right arm.

The will of the Blue Lightning Ancestor was trembling slightly.

perfect.

so perfect.

Such a powerful physique and such domineering devouring ability—even the Dragon God of yesteryear would probably be no match for this at this stage.

even……

The ancestor had a vague feeling that, because of the incorporation of the power of divine punishment, which even the divine realm feared, Yu Xiaoheng's current life status might have undergone a mutation that even he could not understand.

This body is simply a work of art created for battle and destruction.

however.

Yu Xiaoheng, the person involved, frowned more and more deeply.

He felt the abundant power within his body; his level 58 soul power surged through his meridians, and every cell seemed to be rejoicing.

But that's not right.

His intuition told him that something was wrong.

This second layer of "Rage," while seemingly incredibly powerful, even granting him the strength to crush opponents of higher levels, always feels like it's missing a piece of the puzzle.

It's like a perfect circle, but in the most inconspicuous place, there's a gap.

Is the Dragon God's body-refining method really like this?

Or is it because you took a shortcut by borrowing the power of divine retribution, thus leaving behind some hidden dangers?

Yu Xiaoheng stood on the empty arena, his dark golden pupils sweeping across the stands.

Shui Yun'er covered her mouth.

Bibi Dong was somewhat taken aback.

Tang Hao's face turned ashen.

Everyone's reaction was clearly visible.

But Yu Xiaoheng's mind was not on this at all.

He could sense that the missing "point" was crucial.

Even without finding it, I can still gather the seven elements to unlock the third level of body refinement. After all, I am the creator of the body refinement method. I can only say that there is still room for improvement in the second level.

But perhaps because the Heavenly Punishment's rank is above that of the Dragon God, Yu Xiaoheng always felt that this slight difference was very important.

What went wrong?

Is the anger not pure enough?

still is……

Yu Xiaoheng lowered his head, looking at his hands that were not stained with a single drop of blood, and fell into deep thought.

Chapter 370 Yu Xiaogang's Breakdown

Yu Xiaoheng stood in the center of the chaotic arena, maintaining the posture of looking at his palm, remaining motionless for a long time.

To outsiders, this was an act of extreme arrogance.

Beneath his feet lay the remains of a corpse that had just been devoured, and the air still reeked of a nauseating stench of blood. The man who called himself "Nameless" was looking at his fingernails with a bored expression, as if he had just stepped on a nest of ants.

He despises everything.

He was telling everyone present that the brutal battle they had just fought hadn't even given him the right to catch his breath.

"Pretentious."

In a corner of the contestants' seating area, Tang San stared at the dark golden figure on the stage, his teeth grinding together.

He judged that although the aura of "Nameless" had risen, the sense of emptiness could not be concealed.

This is the last gasp of a spent force.

How could someone possibly fight dozens of Soul Masters, Soul Kings, and Soul Emperors single-handedly and emerge unscathed?

They're just putting on a brave face to intimidate their next opponent.

"Brother Hao." Tang San turned his head and looked at Tang Hao beside him.

A dark cloud hung over Tang Hao's rugged face.

Nameless, cannot remain.

Even though the opponent had defeated him in a previous match, Tang Hao didn't think that the opponent could really threaten the Haotian Sect or his status as the number one among the younger generation.

But now, he feels something is wrong.

If this child is not eliminated, he will surely become a great threat in the future.

"Just watch," Tang Hao said. "He's been through the Yi Zhe incident for a while now. He's too arrogant. Some people won't stand for it."

The voice just fell.

A sharp, piercing sound of wind breaking suddenly rang out.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

The three figures landed heavily on the arena almost simultaneously, raising a cloud of dust.

Following closely behind, more than a dozen Soul Masters jumped down, forming a fan shape to surround Yu Xiaoheng.

An uproar erupted in the stands.

Someone recognized the group's clothing.

Those were people from the lower four sects.

The Elephant Armor Sect was previously destroyed by "Nameless," leaving only three sects: the Black Tiger Sect, the Wind Sword Sect, and the Fire Leopard Sect.

The eight teams that will advance to the finals of this competition have already been decided.

Haotian, Qibao, Landian, Tiandou Royal Family, Wuhun Hall, Four Elements Alliance, and the four major families under Haotian's command.

There is no place for the Lower Four Sects.

Since there are no more spots available, there is only one path left – competing in the arena.

Everyone knows that the Clear Sky Sect is currently enjoying great popularity, and Tang Hao, as the youngest Soul Saint, is a golden brand.

Since Tang Hao dislikes this "nameless" person, then they will become the knives in Tang Hao's hands.

This way, they can both do a favor for the Haotian Sect and take advantage of "Nameless's" weakness.

"Nameless Lord".

The burly man at the head of the group stepped forward. He was the leader of the Black Tiger Sect, with a body full of fat and a fierce look in his eyes.

"The methods used just now were far too cruel."

"We are all part of the Soul Master world. Aren't you afraid of divine retribution for such indiscriminate killing?"

He spoke with righteous indignation.

But his eyes kept glancing in Tang Hao's direction.

Tang Hao leaned back in his chair, his facial muscles relaxing.

This group of people is very sensible.