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

Yu Xiaoheng followed her and sat down on the carpet.

Half an hour.

In that half hour, he was neither the Asura who crushed the enemy's head nor the schemer who plotted against the world.

He was just an ordinary person who played with building blocks with a little girl.

Until the last spire of the castle was placed on it.

Qian Renxue clapped her hands and cheered, her smile innocent and pure.

Yu Xiaoheng's mood improved a lot; no matter what, human cubs are still very cute.

next second.

Her smile froze on her face.

The clear, pale golden eyes became deep and majestic; the deity high above the clouds had opened its eyes.

Golden light flowed like water, washing over every corner of the room.

The block castle on the carpet looked tiny in the light.

The small figure became blurred, then elongated, enveloped in the light.

She is no longer the six-year-old Qian Renxue.

A tall, slender, and exquisitely beautiful figure slowly appeared before Yu Xiaoheng.

That was Qian Yuhan.

The ancestral consciousness of the Angel God.

Her long, golden hair no longer hung down her shoulders, but moved on its own without wind, floating behind her, each strand like flowing gold.

That face, with features somewhat similar to Qian Renxue's, had shed all its childishness, leaving only perfection.

What's most captivating is her figure.

The gauze dress formed by condensed light could not conceal her curves at all; her jade-like skin gleamed with an ivory-like luster under the golden light; her legs were long and straight, her bare feet treading on the void, her ankles slender.

Even someone as resolute as Yu Xiaoheng felt his breathing falter.

So beautiful.

This kind of beauty is otherworldly.

"Looks like you had a good time killing around outside."

Qian Yuhan's voice rang out.

It was no longer Qian Renxue's soft, childlike voice, but a magnetic one, like a feather gently brushing against the eardrum, sending shivers down your spine.

Yu Xiaoheng composed himself.

"A bunch of worthless chickens and dogs."

Qian Yuhan chuckled softly, extending a slender finger to gently lift Yu Xiaoheng's chin.

"Only in your presence can I breathe freely."

"That little guy's body is too weak to bear my power. Only with your light can I truly feel that I am still alive."

After she finished speaking, her fingers slid down Yu Xiaoheng's neck and finally stopped on his chest.

"Let's begin."

"I...can't wait."

Her voice carried a suppressed longing.

It was not romantic love, but a yearning for that vast and luminous power.

Yu Xiaoheng nodded.

Without saying a word, he sat down cross-legged.

"excuse me."

next second.

hold head high--

A deep dragon roar echoed in the room.

A dazzling golden light suddenly erupted from Yu Xiaoheng's body. It was not the light of a normal soul master's soul power, but the purest light power!

The phantom of the Purple-Gold Sacred Dragon flashed past behind him, and then, a surging tide of masculine energy rushed toward Qian Yuhan.

Qian Yuhan closed her eyes.

She opened her arms as if embracing the sun.

Two forces collided and merged in the cramped room.

Yu Xiaoheng's light was fiery and aggressive.

The light of Qianyu Han is sacred, pure, and all-encompassing.

The moment these two forces came into contact, the temperature in the entire room suddenly rose.

Qian Yuhan let out a very soft groan.

That's a natural reaction after experiencing extreme comfort.

Her body slowly descended, and she actually straddled Yu Xiaoheng's lap.

Yu Xiaoheng felt as if he had fallen into a gentle whirlpool.

The woman before me was breathtakingly beautiful.

That stunningly beautiful face so close to his, those slightly trembling eyelashes, and those cheeks flushed with energy—all of it challenged his reason.

Any man would be tempted.

Yu Xiaoheng is also a man, and a man full of vigor and passion.

His heart skipped a beat.

But the thought lasted only a moment.

No.

In this dog-eat-dog world, women are merely embellishments for the strong.

Without strength, even if you possess this wonderful thing, you cannot hold onto it.

They will only become someone else's playthings.

The "Golden Dragon Element Tempering Technique" within Yu Xiaoheng's body was operating wildly.

While giving Qian Yuhan the power of light, he was also drawing from her the pure light that belonged to the God of Angels!

"Um……"

Qian Yuhan sensed Yu Xiaoheng's "greed," but she did not resist; instead, she pressed herself even closer to him.

The golden light completely engulfed the two of them.

Their breathing began to synchronize.

Originally, the light element within Yu Xiaoheng's body, though vast, was somewhat mixed.

But under the cleansing influence of Qian Yuhan's divine attributes, those impurities were gradually removed, leaving behind the purest essence.

His soul power was boiling.

The purple-gold sacred dragon tattoo on his back seemed to come alive, roaming across his skin and greedily absorbing the sacred aura.

The clock is ticking.

I don't know how much time has passed.

The golden light in the room reached a critical point, then suddenly contracted, penetrating entirely into the bodies of the two people.

Qian Yuhan's figure became more solid.

She slowly opened her eyes.

"Thanks a lot."

She reached out and gently stroked Yu Xiaoheng's cheek.

"Your light is warmer than last time."

Yu Xiaoheng slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

This breath of stale air, carrying specks of gold, dissipated into the air.

He felt the transformative changes within his body.

Although the level of soul power did not increase, its quality changed significantly.

Originally, it was simply "light".

Now, this light carries a touch of holiness.

We've taken another giant step closer to that legendary "ultimate light"!

It's just a mutually beneficial arrangement.

Yu Xiaoheng stood up and stretched his stiff neck.

The light receded like the tide.

The divine pressure that had filled the room vanished without a trace at that moment.

The stunningly beautiful and slender figure gradually blurred, eventually coalescing into a small ball.

Qian Renxue blinked her large, pale golden eyes.

She seemed a little dazed and didn't quite remember what had just happened, but she felt warm all over, as if she were soaking in warm water.

Chapter 375 The Four Great Families, Abstaining?

Qian Renxue looked at Yu Xiaoheng in front of her, tilted her head, and revealed a sweet smile with two shallow dimples on her cheeks.