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

This is not just recognition, but also protection.

Only the cardinal himself knew what kind of token the man before him was holding.

If this "divine messenger" were to die in the ring, his time as cardinal would be over.

Therefore, we must stop.

However, Yu Xiaoheng simply shook his head.

"If you're not dead yet, it's not the limit."

The cardinal grew anxious: "Nameless! This is the rule! For your safety..."

"Rules are made for the weak."

"Didn't you want to kill me?"

"Didn't you want to climb to the top by stepping on my dead body?"

Yu Xiaoheng took a step forward, crushing the pebbles beneath his feet into dust.

"Come."

The burly man leading the Black Tiger Sect suddenly turned around, his eyes gleaming with barely suppressed ferocity.

They've already ridden right up to us and are taking advantage of us. If we cower like cowards now, how will we ever survive in the world of Soul Masters again?

"You fool who doesn't know what's good for him!"

The burly man roared, and the spirit rings on his body instantly lit up.

The cardinal's expression changed drastically. He was about to intervene when he saw Yu Xiaoheng already rushing forward.

Nothing can be done.

The cardinal could only grit his teeth and take a half-step back, relinquishing the battlefield.

"In that case..."

"Start the war!"

On the arena, a murderous intent suddenly arose.

The burly man who led the Black Tiger Sect was named Zhang Hu, a typical power-type Soul Emperor.

He had long disliked this pretentious "nameless" person.

Now that they had the cardinal's tacit approval, they had no more scruples.

"Brothers, let's charge!"

"Cripple him, and I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong!"

Zhang Hu roared, and his six spirit rings pulsed wildly, with the third and fifth spirit rings shining brightly at the same time.

His entire body swelled up, his muscles bulged like granite, and his black tiger fur stood on end, wafting towards Yu Xiaoheng with a foul stench.

at the same time.

The three disciples of the Wind Sword Sect moved like lightning, their longswords transforming into streaks of blue light, blocking all of Yu Xiaoheng's escape routes on both sides.

The four members of the Fire Leopard Sect opened their mouths and spat out several crimson fireballs that bombarded them in a triangular formation.

The three factions joined forces.

Although their teamwork wasn't perfect, their attack density was extremely high.

Even a fully-powered Soul Saint would have to temporarily retreat in the face of such an attack.

The entire audience held their breath.

Only Yu Xiaoheng.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

then.

Breathe.

I took a deep breath.

Golden Dragon Tempering Technique, Second Level.

furious.

"boom--!!!"

The shockwave suddenly exploded outwards in all directions, centered on Yu Xiaoheng.

The fireball that was hurtling towards him was extinguished the instant it came into contact with the shockwave, just like a candle flame encountering a hurricane.

Not a speck of dust was left behind.

The cyan sword light from the Wind Sword Sect stopped abruptly three inches from Yu Xiaoheng's skin.

The three Wind Sword Sect disciples' expressions changed drastically, as if the martial spirit swords in their hands had been pierced into an unshakeable steel wall.

next second.

Breakage.

"Ping! Ping! Ping!"

Three crisp sounds.

The martial spirit sword, forged from refined iron, shattered inch by inch, turning into countless glittering fragments.

"How is this possible?!"

The disciples of the Wind Sword Sect were terrified. Before they could react, a dark golden afterimage had already crashed into their arms.

There are no fancy soul skills.

There are no dazzling elements.

Only the most primal and savage physical collisions.

"boom--"

The three were struck head-on by a charging bull; their chests caved in instantly, and they were sent flying backward at ten times the speed they had come, crashing heavily into the rubble dozens of meters away. Their fate was unknown.

In an instant.

This happened so fast that Zhang Hu's enormous tiger paw had barely landed when the attack occurred.

Looking at the almost tangible dark golden halo in front of him, Zhang Hu instinctively sensed that something was wrong.

This is not a fluctuation of soul power at all.

This is pure Qi and blood power!

This is the force field generated when the physical body is extremely powerful!

"You're playing tricks! Die!"

Zhang Hu was caught in a dilemma, so he could only pour all his soul power into his right arm. With a sharp screech that tore through the air, the tiger claw slammed down on Yu Xiaoheng's head.

Yu Xiaoheng looked up.

In that instant, Zhang Hu saw a pair of vertical pupils that had completely turned dark gold.

Without reason, without emotion.

Pure brutality.

Yu Xiaoheng raised his right hand.

It's not a block.

Instead, it's a counter-offensive.

What a powerful punch that was!

There were no flames burning on the fist, only a layer of dark golden luster flowing on the surface of the skin, like liquid metal.

"Boom!"

Two fists, one large and one small, collided in mid-air.

There was no stalemate as expected.

It's like smashing a watermelon with a hammer.

"what--!!!"

A shrill and heart-wrenching scream echoed throughout the entire Soul Arena.

Zhang Hu's proud right arm, enhanced by the Black Tiger Martial Soul, exploded into a cloud of blood mist the moment it came into contact with Yu Xiaoheng's fist.

Bone fragments flew everywhere.

Yu Xiaoheng's punch, undiminished in force, pierced through the blood mist and landed heavily on Zhang Hu's chest.

There is no suspense.

Zhang Hu's massive body, like a kite with a broken string, traced an arc in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, leaving a long trail of blood.

It was just a brief encounter.

One dead, one injured, and three crippled.

The remaining Fire Leopard Sect Soul Masters, who were still conjuring fireballs, were so frightened by the carnage before them that they dropped their fireballs onto their feet.

He shivered from the heat, but didn't dare to utter a sound.

This is a monster.

This is what "nameless" means.

Yu Xiaoheng stretched his neck.

My cervical spine is making cracking sounds.

"Is this the strength of the Lower Four Sects?"

Yu Xiaoheng walked step by step toward Zhang Hu, who was lying on the ground convulsing.

The footsteps were heavy.