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

It doesn't matter how Wuming died, as long as he died.

Yu Xiaoheng lowered his hand.

His thoughts were interrupted, and the feeling of capturing an inspiration only to have it vanish in an instant left him very annoyed.

He slowly raised his dark golden eyes.

"cruel?"

"That's because they're too weak."

"Now that you're on stage, it's a matter of determining who's superior and who's inferior, and deciding life and death. If you don't even have this much awareness, what kind of soul master are you?"

The burly man from the Black Tiger Clan choked for a moment, his face turning red instantly.

"Good! What a fine life-or-death duel!"

He suddenly waved his hand, and the people from the Wind Sword Sect and Fire Leopard Sect behind him immediately stepped forward, their soul rings flashing and exuding killing intent.

"Since you're so arrogant, don't blame us for breaking the rules."

"Today, our three sects will avenge the Elephant Armor Sect!"

"We won't bully you. Since you just took on a whole team by yourself, then we'll be considered a team too. That's fair, right?"

That's utterly shameless.

Although the Elephant Armor Sect is no longer among the four lower sects, the combined elites of these three sects far surpass the number and quality of the ragtag army from before.

Moreover, it was obvious to everyone that "Nameless" had just been through a major battle.

This is taking advantage of someone's misfortune.

Tang San sat below the stage, watching this scene, and his frustration dissipated considerably.

"The way to death."

In his heart, he sentenced "Nameless" to death.

Even at their peak, the opponent would have to think twice before facing a joint attack from the four lower sects, let alone now.

This group of people will definitely go to great lengths to curry favor with Brother Hao.

On the stage.

Yu Xiaoheng looked at the group of eager Soul Masters in front of him.

"Wait a minute."

A clear voice rang out from beside the main seat; it was the cardinal of the Spirit Hall.

He didn't look at the group from the four lower sects, but stared intently at the figure on the stage.

"This battle ends here."

The cardinal's voice wasn't loud, but it carried throughout the entire hall.

"Your Nameless One has defeated dozens of people and crushed several teams. With this record, advancing to the top eight is well-deserved."

"The Spirit Hall recognizes the Nameless Team's place in the top eight."

Upon hearing this, the Black Tiger, Wind Sword, and Fire Leopard factions, who were about to make their move, froze in mid-air.

They didn't expect the Spirit Hall to step in and protect them at this time.

Immediately afterwards, a deep voice came from the VIP seats on the other side.

"good."

An elder from the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan also stood up.

"Using a war of attrition is one thing, but taking advantage of someone's vulnerability—is this the style of the Lower Four Sects?"

The elder snorted coldly, and lightning flashed in his eyes.

"My Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan also believes that Nameless is qualified to advance."

The two top powers spoke at the same time.

The situation instantly became delicate.

The burly man leading the Black Tiger Sect looked grim and turned to look in Tang Hao's direction.

If they retreated now, they would not only fail to please the Haotian Sect, but would also offend Wuming and Landian, and would be branded as bullies who prey on the weak.

Just when the situation reached a stalemate.

"Elder Yujing".

In the seating area where the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan was located, a composed young man with a crew cut suddenly spoke up.

It was Yu Xiaogang.

"To offend three of the four lower sects for a nobody with no background is not a worthwhile deal."

"Although Wuming has good talent, he is too arrogant and prone to breaking. If the sect intervenes to support him now, it will only make enemies and will have no practical significance."

Yu Xiaogang's analysis was very logical and reasonable.

In his view, rational sect leaders should never let their passion cloud their judgment at this time.

Yu Xiaoheng would definitely make the same choice.

Yu Jingxin did not turn back.

As if he hadn't heard those words, his old eyes remained fixed on the figure on the stage.

His eyes held a look of appreciation, even tinged with a hint of... nostalgia.

Yu Xiaogang's face stiffened.

They were ignored.

Since the news of his elder brother Yu Xiaoheng's death was brought back, he has been diligently cultivating the Luo Buhui Martial Soul and publishing his theories, thinking that he has regained the sect's attention.

But now, Yu Jingxin's attitude says a lot...

"Since the elders won't listen, then I needn't say anything more. But if the sect leader blames me..."

At that moment, someone whispered a mocking remark.

The speaker was a core disciple who accompanied Yu Xiaogang and was usually very polite to him.

"Yu Xiaogang, does he really think he's Young Master Xiao Heng?"

Yu Xiaogang's words came to an abrupt end.

His face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"What do you mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything."

The disciple was stunned, then turned his gaze back to the arena, looking at the figure whose body was charred black but still stood upright, his eyes filled with fanaticism.

"Young Master Heng was like this back then..."

Yu Xiaogang was stunned.

He thought he had done enough.

He thought he had already filled that position.

But now it seems that in the eyes of these people, he is still a counterfeit who can be replaced at any time.

As long as someone as domineering and crazy as Yu Xiaoheng appears, even if he is an outsider, these people's hearts will instantly switch sides.

Chapter 371 Raging Fury

"How dare you talk to Xiaogang like that!"

Lin Wan'er couldn't stand it any longer. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she stood up to confront the disciple.

"Xiao Gang was also thinking of the sect!"

However, the disciple didn't even glance at her, turning his body away and leaving her with only his cold back.

The other Blue Lightning Sect members around them also tacitly remained silent.

No one spoke up in support.

Lin Wan'er's chest heaved with anger, but she could only sit down helplessly and hold Yu Xiaogang's cold hand.

On the other side.

As Tang Hao watched this scene, the glint in his eyes gradually dimmed.

The previously tense muscles relaxed.

"Pity."

He muttered to himself.

If the Black Tiger, Wind Sword, and Fire Leopard sects join forces, even if Nameless is made of iron, he will be crippled here.

Now that both the Spirit Hall and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan are protecting someone, this good show is unlikely to happen.

Tang San stood behind Tang Hao, somewhat annoyed.

Just when everyone thought the matter was settled.

Above the ruins of the arena.

Yu Xiaoheng smiled.

He didn't look at Elder Blue Lightning, who had stood up for him.

They didn't even look at the cardinal who announced the results.

Those dark golden eyes pierced through the dust in the air and landed directly on the Black Tiger Sect, Wind Sword Sect, and Fire Leopard Sect members who were preparing to retreat.

"Who let you leave?"

The cardinal frowned, turned to look at Yu Xiaoheng, and lowered his voice:

"Nameless Lord, it's time to stop while you're ahead. Your physical condition has reached its limit. The Spirit Hall acknowledges your strength, and you can advance directly."