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

In the distance, near a food stall on a street corner, came Rou'er's voice.

"Nameless! Come and eat something!"

Rou'er held two large skewers of grilled meat in her hands, waving at him with her mouth full of oil.

Yu Xiaoheng smiled, put the notebook in his pocket, and strode after him.

Just as he was about to reach the stall, the accident happened.

A young man dressed in luxurious clothes swaggered over without even looking where he was going, and bumped right into Yu Xiaoheng and Rou'er.

Yu Xiaoheng reacted quickly, grabbing Rou'er's wrist and turning aside to avoid her.

The young man bumped into thin air, steadied himself, and then turned around to glare fiercely at Yu Xiaoheng.

Then, the young man looked him up and down a few times and let out an exaggerated sneer.

"You're the nameless one?"

The young man pointed at Yu Xiaoheng's nose and loudly mocked, "Everyone is fighting tooth and nail to cultivate, and you're here strolling around and eating with a woman. What's wrong? Did you realize you can't beat Tang Hao at all, so you're giving up on yourself?"

The young man spoke loudly, deliberately attracting passersby to stop and watch.

He spread his hands and continued to mock, "Hey, it's really nothing. If you're really afraid of being beaten to death by Tang Hao, just cower and withdraw from the competition. Nobody will blame you. After all, saving your life is the most important thing."

Yu Xiaoheng looked at the other person calmly.

He immediately understood what was going on.

These are people arranged by Tang San.

High-level tactics often require only the simplest methods. To ensure that Wuming would definitely step onto the stage and fight Tang Hao to the death, Tang San used the most direct method of provocation.

Wuming was known to the outside world as arrogant and domineering. Tang San was certain of this, so he planned to find people to insult him to his face every day, to provoke his anger, and force him to go on stage for the sake of his reputation.

Yu Xiaoheng sensed the fluctuations in the other party's soul power.

Soul King level.

Combined with the unique emblem of the Heavenly Dou royal family on the other party, this person should be a prince of the Heavenly Dou Empire, no wonder he dares to be so arrogant.

Since Tang San had arranged for someone to mock him, he naturally wouldn't have chosen an unknown nobody, otherwise he wouldn't have stirred up any trouble. This prince had royal status, and he was certain that although Yu Xiaoheng held the title of Divine Envoy, he would never dare to kill an imperial prince on the streets of Wuhun City without reason.

Yu Xiaoheng fell silent.

Upon seeing this, the prince's grin widened, thinking that Yu Xiaoheng had truly been hit where it hurt and was a coward who dared not retaliate.

He didn't realize that Yu Xiaoheng's silence naturally had a reason.

The next second, Rou'er refused to accept it.

She slammed the roasted meat she was holding at the prince's feet and pointed at his face, cursing him vehemently.

"Who do you think you are, spouting nonsense here!"

Rou'er displayed the aura of a ten-thousand-year-old rogue rabbit, her voice shrill: "Where did this stray dog ​​come from, barking in the street without being leashed? What business is it of yours whether Wuming cultivates or not! What is Tang Hao anyway, that he's worthy of being called a coward? Did you get your brain caught in a door when you went out, coming here to get insulted!"

A barrage of words rained down on him.

Yu Xiaoheng smiled to himself.

He admitted that those sarcastic remarks had indeed made him very angry, but he held back from reacting, which conveniently allowed him to carry out his plan.

What he needs most right now is to increase Rou'er's favorability.

There's no better way to strengthen a relationship than by standing up for her and going through a crisis together.

Sure enough, the prince was publicly insulted and instantly flew into a rage.

He, a prince, was utterly humiliated when a woman pointed her finger at him and called him a stray dog ​​in the street.

"You lowly wretch, you're asking for death!"

The prince immediately turned his attention to Rou'er, his soul power erupting and five soul rings instantly appearing. He raised his hand, ready to make a move.

Rou'er refused to back down.

Her soul power surged as well, and five soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, and black—rose in succession. A powerful Soul King's aura crashed head-on into the prince.

The prince stood there, stunned.

He clearly hadn't expected that the woman cursing and swearing in the street was actually a Soul King. He had assumed that the woman Yu Xiaoheng was carrying around was just an ordinary pretty face.

But the surprise was fleeting.

The prince grinned and suddenly flipped his wrist.

A jet-black metal cylinder appeared in his hand.

There was no fluctuation of soul power.

"Click—"

A crisp click of the mechanism suddenly rang out.

Chapter 382 Yu Xiaoheng: You're good at cursing, brother.

Dozens of dark shadows shot out from the iron cylinder with a sharp whooshing sound, heading straight for Rou'er's face.

This sudden turn of events caused Rou'er's expression to change drastically. As a 100,000-year-old soul beast, her senses were extremely sharp, but she had never seen such a hidden weapon that was purely launched by a mechanism.

There was no trace of soul power on the hidden weapons, making them impossible to predict. For a moment, she was flustered and could only retreat hastily, trying to avoid the dense shadows.

But the projectile was too fast, and it was about to pierce her.

Just as the shadowy figure was about to touch Rou'er.

A large hand suddenly appeared out of thin air and steadily blocked her way.

"Ding ding ding ding!"

A series of sharp, metallic clanging sounds rang out. Sparks flew everywhere.

Yu Xiaoheng shielded Rou'er with one hand. The crossbow bolts, coated with deadly poison, struck his palm without even scratching his skin, and all fell limply to the bluestone slab.

Rou'er stared in shock at the crossbow bolts on the ground, her chest heaving violently.

Yu Xiaoheng looked down and recognized it as the Zhuge Divine Crossbow.

It was indeed Tang San's doing.

Seeing that his attack had missed, the prince snorted coldly and put the iron tube back into his waistband.

He stood there, looking at Yu Xiaoheng with an arrogant air, showing no embarrassment at the failed sneak attack. On the contrary, his arrogance only grew stronger.

"What? You've finally decided to step forward?"

The prince pointed his finger at Yu Xiaoheng's nose, his voice echoing through the street: "Aren't you arrogant? Aren't you someone who doesn't respect anyone in the world? Come on! Try touching me!"

The prince burst into laughter, his arrogance reaching its peak: "I am a prince of the Heaven Dou Empire! This is the inner city of Spirit City! Do you dare to kill a member of the imperial family like me on Spirit Hall's territory?"

"You do not dare!"

The prince took a step closer, his face full of mockery: "You're nothing but a dog kept by the Spirit Hall. If you dare to break the Spirit Hall's rule against private duels and killings here, your master will be the first to kill you!"

far away.

On a tall building at the other end of the street.

Tang San stood by the window, arms crossed, quietly watching everything that was happening below.

He watched the prince's unbridled mockery, his eyes turning cold.

Everything was within his calculations.

Nameless is indeed very strong, and his style is extremely domineering. But this is the core area of ​​the Spirit Hall, guarded by Spirit Hall knights everywhere. Nameless's greatest support is the Spirit Hall; his ability to act so arrogantly is entirely due to the Spirit Hall's backing.

Tang San was certain that Wuming would never dare to break the ironclad rule of Wuhun City that forbids private duels and murder. If he were to kill the Heaven Dou Prince here, the Wuhun Hall would not let him off easily in order to give an explanation to the entire continent. If Wuming lost control and made a move, he would be courting death.

As long as Nameless doesn't make a move, the prince's insults will become increasingly offensive, trampling Nameless's dignity underfoot.

In the end, in order to regain his dignity, Wuming had no choice but to accept the challenge of fighting his father, Tang Hao, to the death in the arena.

"There's nothing you can do but endure it," Tang San sighed.

The atmosphere on the street was somber.

Yu Xiaoheng slowly lowered his hand that was blocking Rou'er's side.

He casually kicked away the fallen steel crossbow bolts, making a clattering sound. But he didn't retaliate; he even suppressed the fluctuations of his soul power.

Everyone thought this madman named "Nameless" would suddenly attack, but he stopped at the very last moment.

The prince was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha!"

He laughed so hard he almost fell over, his finger trembling as he pointed at Yu Xiaoheng: "What? Scared? I thought you had a lot of backbone!"

The prince swaggered forward, his boots crunching on the scattered crossbow bolts.

"I've seen plenty of people like you. You think you're invincible just because you have some talent. But when you run into a tough opponent, when you run into the ironclad Heaven Dou Royal Family, you'll have to obediently shrink back, won't you?"

Yu Xiaoheng remained expressionless, simply watching him quietly.

Rou'er stood behind Yu Xiaoheng, looking at the man's broad back. She had thought that Yu Xiaoheng would lose control because of her previous provocation, but she didn't expect that he would actually hold back in order to consider the overall situation and avoid getting involved in the disputes of Wuhun City.

Rou'er's eyes welled up with tears, and she reached out and gently tugged at Yu Xiaoheng's sleeve.

"nameless……"

She called softly.

Yu Xiaoheng glanced at her sideways, said nothing, but patted the back of her hand to reassure her.

This scene, witnessed by the prince, only fueled his arrogance.

"Oh, they really are a perfect match."

The prince spat, his eyes sweeping contemptuously over Rou'er: "Just a somewhat attractive soul beast... oh no, just a wild woman. What? Weren't you so scathing just now? Now you're mute?"

High-rise buildings in the distance.

Seeing this, Tang San couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh.

Ha ha! !