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

They were greeted by Yu Xiaoheng in a state of rage, his hands covered with dark gold dragon scales.

This is not a battle.

This is slaughter.

At the eye of the storm, only a tooth-chilling tearing sound and abruptly stopped screams could be heard.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Strangely, the sprayed blood did not fall to the ground, but was decomposed in mid-air, turning into wisps of scarlet blood energy. Along with the dissipated martial spirit power of these people, it was all swallowed by the vortex and finally flowed into Yu Xiaoheng's body.

The enhanced Devouring Talent of the Dark Demon God Tiger was on full display.

It can handle both vitality and soul power.

ten seconds.

Just ten seconds.

The storm has subsided.

Apart from the tattered cloth and a few broken weapons scattered on the arena, there was no one else alive.

Even the corpses had become shriveled, as if they had been dried out for a thousand years.

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

A vast amount of mixed energy surged and crashed within his body—the lightness of the wind, the fury of the fire, and the resentment of someone on the verge of death.

He frowned slightly.

This time I inhaled too much and too many different kinds of substances.

Unlike the pure absorption of elements before, this power from the Soul Master's flesh and blood and Martial Soul needs time to be refined and purified.

I don't feel like I'm making any breakthroughs.

His soul power was still stuck at level 58, but his aura was more condensed and heavy than before.

Only at this moment did the crowd come to their senses.

"How...how dare he?"

Someone spoke in a trembling voice.

That's the Haotian Sect!

The number one sect in the world!

The one who stepped in to stop it just now was Tang Wei, the sect master of the Clear Sky Sect, a genuine Title Douluo!

That guy named Wuming not only withstood the pressure of a Title Douluo's soul power, but also crushed Zhang Hu's head like an ant right in front of Tang Wei. In the end, he slaughtered the rest of the people!

This is a slap in the face.

It wasn't a light pat; it was a full-blown slap that landed hard on Haotianzong's face!

"That aura..."

The bishop of the Spirit Hall's pupils contracted.

The power that erupted just now, that sheer physical force tearing through the air and domineeringly pushing aside the pressure of a Title Douluo, is something a Soul King should never possess!

If this nameless person were to spend the rest of his life hiding in Wuhun City and never leave, that would be one thing.

If we go out...

If the Haotian Sect doesn't kill him, they won't be able to hold their heads high in the martial arts world anymore.

If anyone can step on it, is it still the number one sect in the world?

This is no longer a matter of saving face; it's a matter of life and death for fundamental interests.

Chapter 373 Knowing only the nameless, unaware of Tang Hao

Meanwhile, on the other side of the stands...

The atmosphere in the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan's area was completely different.

The disciples, dressed in dragon-patterned outfits, had shining eyes and flushed faces with excitement.

"Good! Well done!!"

"These are real men! Who cares about the Haotian Sect? Anyone who messes with us will die!"

"That domineering aura, that reckless madness, it's so similar...it's just too similar!"

An elderly sect elder was so excited that his beard was trembling.

Who does he look like?

Like their sect leader, Yu Yuanzhen!

Some people even started whispering among themselves.

"If I didn't know that the young master had long ago... I would really suspect that this is the young master Yu Xiaoheng."

"Yes, although their martial souls are different, their ruthlessness is exactly the same."

"If the young master were still alive, how could our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan be suppressed by the Clear Sky Clan?"

Hearing the surrounding chatter, Yu Xiaogang, sitting in the corner, stiffened slightly.

He lowered his head, his hands gripping the fabric on his knees.

Beside her, Lin Wan'er looked at the somewhat dejected man with a complicated expression and said softly:

"Xiaogang, are you alright? That nameless guy... could he really be..."

Yu Xiaogang shook his head violently.

"impossible."

He raised his head, as if hypnotizing himself.

"My elder brother is dead."

“I know everyone is mourning my elder brother, and I admit that he was indeed stronger than me. His talent and strength are beyond my reach.”

"But he is no longer here."

Yu Xiaogang seemed to be speaking to Lin Wan'er, but more like he was speaking to himself.

"A sect cannot be revived by the dead."

"Now, it's just me."

"Only I, Yu Xiaogang, can shoulder the future of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Only I can discover the secrets of martial soul evolution through theoretical research and bring the sect back to its peak."

"Yu Xiaoheng was indeed an outstanding young sect leader, but he is a thing of the past."

"I will live on, along with his share. I will prove to everyone that I am worse than him, but I will work harder."

He was taking it too seriously.

He was so serious that several disciples around him who had originally intended to mock him opened their mouths, but ultimately swallowed their words.

Even the disciple who had previously mocked him felt a pang of guilt as he looked at Yu Xiaogang's pale yet "responsible" face.

perhaps……

Young Master Gang isn't bad either...

But, sigh...

It used to be difficult for the sea.

Lin Wan'er had no choice but to nod, giving a bright but slightly forced smile.

"I believe you, Xiaogang."

On the arena.

The referee swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly.

"Anyone else... willing to take on the challenge?"

No one answered.

The audience was silent.

Are you kidding me?

The three factions joined forces, and a titled Douluo stepped in to protect them, but they all died.

Even the corpses were drained dry.

Who would dare to go? Do they have a death wish?

Arena number eight is destined to be a battlefield of carnage today.

"Since there's no one here."

Yu Xiaoheng's indifferent voice rang out.

He didn't even glance at Tang Wei on the platform before turning around and walking off the stage.

The energy absorbed by his fifth soul skill was too mixed, and he needed to go back and refine it. He didn't have time to put on an act with these people here.

He walked along the passage towards the inner city of Wuhun City.

Enemy road is narrow.

At the end of the passage stood a group of people from the Haotian Sect.

Leading the group was Tang Wei, with the burly Tang Hao standing beside him, along with a group of elite disciples from the Haotian Sect.

The road is only this wide.

They collided from both sides.

The air froze instantly.

The surrounding audience held their breath. This was like a collision between Mars and Earth. The Haotian Sect had just lost so much face, and now the real culprit had delivered himself to their doorstep. How could they tolerate this?

"Fight! Fight!"