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

Zhang Hu had already exited the Martial Soul Possession state.

His entire right arm was empty, his chest was sunken, and blood mixed with fragments of internal organs kept gushing from his mouth.

Looking at the figure that was approaching like a demon god, with dark golden light flowing all over its body.

The ferocity in Zhang Hu's eyes finally crumbled.

He wanted to escape.

But he couldn't move his body at all.

An aura called "Rage" locked onto him, making his lungs ache even when he tried to breathe.

Yu Xiaoheng walked up to him.

Looking down from a high vantage point.

Zhang Hu's distorted face was reflected in those dark golden eyes.

Then, he slowly lifted his foot.

It hovered above Zhang Hu's head.

The shadow of death loomed over the place.

Their psychological defenses collapsed.

Zhang Hu used all his strength:

"No...don't kill me!! I surrender!! I was wrong!! Please—"

Chapter 372 Breakthrough, Ignoring the Pressure of the Title

"stop!"

From the highest point of the audience, a loud shout resounded like a thunderclap.

The sound was mixed with powerful soul energy, making the air vibrate. Many soul masters with low cultivation levels felt a stinging pain in their eardrums and had to cover their ears.

Tang Wei, the sect leader of Haotian Sect.

The leader of the world's number one sect can no longer sit still.

He suddenly stood up, and the terrifying pressure of a Title Douluo, like Mount Tai pressing down, poured down on Yu Xiaoheng in the center of the arena.

Although the Clear Sky Hammer was not revealed, its aura was enough to temporarily immobilize a Soul Douluo-level powerhouse.

Tang Wei had no choice but to take action.

Tang Hao has already disgraced the Haotian Sect on the No. 1 arena, appearing far inferior to Wuming. Even if his actual combat strength is stronger, his performance is far inferior.

If the elites of the four lower sects who were just trying to curry favor with Haotian were slaughtered by this "nameless" person right under his nose, where would Haotian Sect's prestige be?

On the arena.

Zhang Hu, who had been in despair, came back to life upon hearing that familiar voice.

That's the voice of the Tang Sect Leader!

The Haotian Sect has intervened!

Even the most insane madman wouldn't dare to commit violence in front of the Haotian Sect Master, let alone a real Title Douluo!

"Nameless! You dare not kill me!"

Zhang Hu, as if grasping at a lifeline, roared at the foot above his head:

"Sect Master Tang has ordered you to stop! If you kill me, you will be making an enemy of the entire Haotian Sect! You will be going against the righteous path of the world..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Zhang Hu saw into Yu Xiaoheng's eyes.

His dark golden vertical pupils blazed with fury.

Haotian Sect?

Isn't it this so-called number one sect in the world that forced him to hide his identity and change his appearance?

Should we ask him to give face to the Haotian Sect?

Who will give face to the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan?

Who will give me, Yu Xiaoheng, any face?

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, just as the pressure of the Title Douluo was about to descend upon them.

Yu Xiaoheng's eyes have completely transformed into vertical pupils, with dark gold and blood red intertwined deep within them.

Golden Dragon Element Tempering Technique, Second Level.

furious.

"Roar--!!!"

A dragon's roar, not from the vocal cords but from the depths of the blood and qi, suddenly exploded out.

Behind him, light and shadow distorted.

There was no specific martial spirit form, but a blurry, yet ten-zhang-tall, dark golden phantom. The phantom was merely an outline, yet it exuded a frenzied fighting spirit that seemed capable of tearing the heavens apart.

Click!

Something invisible in the air seemed to shatter.

That was the soul power pressure released by Tang Wei, which was forcefully pushed out to create a vacuum area by this extremely tyrannical physical blood and qi.

What suppression by a titled Douluo, what soul power imprisonment?

All are rendered ineffective in the face of absolute power and extreme rage.

The resistance beneath my feet disappeared.

Zhang Hu's pupils dilated to their maximum size instantly, and the arrogance that had just risen was still hanging on the corner of his mouth.

"Do not--"

"puff!"

He wasn't given a chance to say a second word.

Yu Xiaoheng's foot landed heavily.

It was like crushing a ripe watermelon; the red and white burst open on the stage, and the sound of bones shattering was particularly jarring in the silent arena.

Zhang Hu's head sank into the rock, his body twitched, and then he stopped moving.

died.

In front of the sect leader of the Clear Sky Sect, and under the pressure of a titled Douluo, he stomped to death the person the Clear Sky Sect was trying to protect.

Even Tang Wei on the high platform was stunned for a moment.

The three swordsmen from the Wind Sword Sect and the four survivors from the Fire Leopard Sect, who were originally preparing to slip off the stage while Tang Wei intervened, froze in place upon hearing the loud bang.

They turned around in alarm.

Just then, they saw the monster known as "Nameless" slowly lift its foot off Zhang Hu's corpse.

He turned around.

Those dark golden vertical pupils locked onto the remaining seven people.

"Now that you're up here, don't be in a hurry to leave."

The sound wasn't loud, but it made the seven Soul Masters feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Run! Run!!"

The leader of the Fire Leopard Sect let out a shrill scream, no longer caring about formation, and turned to run wildly towards the edge of the arena.

The three members of the Wind Sword Sect even took off on their swords, wishing they had two more legs.

madman!

That guy's insane!

They don't even give face to the Haotian Sect, so what are they, the subordinate sects of the four lower sects?

Yu Xiaoheng stood still, making no move to pursue.

His fifth spirit ring, a jet-black ten-thousand-year spirit ring, suddenly lit up.

Fifth Soul Skill: Element Absorption.

"return."

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

In the center of the arena, a huge vortex with a diameter of tens of meters appeared out of thin air.

This vortex is not wind, nor water, but pure energy collapse.

The fire, wind, and lightning elements in the air, and even the wandering soul power, all went out of control at this moment, frantically converging towards the center of the vortex.

The four members of the Fire Leopard Sect who had just reached the edge of the arena were horrified to find that their bodies were out of control.

The fireballs they fired were instantly sucked dry by the vortex and turned into nothingness the moment they left their hands.

The soul power within their bodies poured out through their pores, as if forcibly extracted by an invisible hand.

"Aaaaaah! My soul power!!"

"Help! Sect Master, save me!!"

No matter how much they struggled, their bodies were moving backward, their feet carving deep furrows in the ground, yet they were still unstoppable as they slid toward the devil.

The three members of the Wind Sword Sect fared even worse.

They tried to sever the suction force with their sword energy, but as soon as the sword energy took shape, it disintegrated into the most primal wind element, which instead became nourishment for the vortex, making the suction force even more terrifying.

"No! I am a member of the Wind Sword Sect..."

hiss hiss hiss—

The seven figures were forcibly pulled back to the center of the arena.