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

Chihiro's tone changed.

Tang San smiled.

Won.

That's politics. Faced with absolute interests and pressure, so-called protection is as fragile as a piece of paper.

Rou'er was extremely anxious and was about to speak when Yu Xiaoheng stopped her again.

Yu Xiaoheng looked at Qian Xunji's wavering eyes and sneered inwardly.

They were indeed unreliable.

In this world, nothing is truly reliable except for one's own abilities.

Since you want to see value, then I'll show you value.

With a flick of his wrist, Yu Xiaoheng revealed the golden divine messenger token in his palm.

No nonsense.

He channeled his inner soul power into the token.

"Om-"

The token trembled violently.

Tang San looked at the buzzing golden token and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"A sign."

Tang San shook his head, as if looking at a clown.

"Nameless, do you think you can escape unscathed under the pressure of the two major sects and the two major empires with just a dead object?"

"You're too naive."

In this world, reason only exists within the range of the strong.

The so-called "divine messengers" are nothing more than empty titles created by the Spirit Hall for its own purposes. Under normal circumstances, everyone would turn a blind eye to it.

Within the bounds of the rules, the Spirit Hall will do its utmost to protect.

But now, you're killing royalty.

This is a blow to the reputation that the Haotian Sect is trying to maintain.

Tang Wei took a step forward.

"boom!"

The ground is cracked.

Nine spirit rings pulsed beneath his feet: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, and red.

Especially the last red 100,000-year soul ring, which exuded a suffocating bloody stench.

The surrounding air became thick, as if it were filled with lead.

"Chihiro's speed".

Tang Wei's voice was as loud as a bell, making the windows on both sides of the street rattle.

"If Grand Elder Qian Daoliu were to come, I, Tang Wei, might still give him some face. But you alone cannot stop my Haotian Hammer."

"This kid needs to be told what to do today."

"Otherwise, my Haotian Sect will never agree!"

Before he could finish speaking...

The enormous phantom of the Haotian Hammer had solidified in mid-air, shimmering with dark light. The sheer power it exuded made everyone present feel a tightness in their chests.

This is a real threat.

Qian Xunji's face turned ashen.

He was weighing his options.

For the sake of a somewhat talented "nameless" individual, he went head-to-head with Tang Wei, who was known as the number one offensive weapon spirit in the world, even triggering a full-scale war. He also had to bear the infamy of protecting a murderer, causing the Spirit Hall to lose its reputation on the eve of the competition.

Is it worth it?

Chapter 385 Losing Face

It's clearly not worth it.

The golden angelic light emanating from Qian Xunji diminished somewhat, and his previously unwavering stance visibly wavered.

A look of panic flashed in Rou'er's eyes.

Done! !

My sister Rou'er has caused trouble as soon as she returned to the scene. I never thought I'd be a femme fatale in the same league. Although, thinking about it like this makes me a little happy...

But I messed up my best buddy!!

This!

This!

this!

What should I do?

She naturally didn't expect the Spirit Hall to protect Yu Xiaoheng.

The reality is that...

Without strength, even a powerful backer can crumble at any time.

Tang San noticed Qian Xunji's hesitation and his sneer intensified.

This is political maneuvering.

Nameless, you've lost.

"Take him!"

Tang San shouted, and several powerful figures from the Clear Sky Sect behind him instantly activated their martial spirits, ready to rush into the arena.

Yu Xiaoheng stood still, without moving an inch.

Qianxunji is unreliable.

He already knew this.

But he doesn't need Qian Xunji to be reliable.

What he needs is the true "owner" behind this token.

He was drawn to the light attribute within him, and looked down upon all living beings.

For now, let the light scatter for a while.

The next instant.

boom!!

A light shines!

Heaven and earth faded.

The illusory image of the Haotian Hammer, suspended in the air, seemed to melt away with a hissing sound the moment the light appeared, as if it were snow falling under the blazing sun.

"What is that?!"

Tang Wei's pupils suddenly contracted.

This is not soul power.

This is……

Divine power!

Above the sky, the clouds shattered instantly.

"Kneel down."

But this thought exploded directly in everyone's minds.

Apart from Yu Xiaoheng and Rou'er.

At this moment, everyone who was targeting Yu Xiaoheng felt an irresistible power.

"Do not--!!!"

Tang San let out a shrill roar.

His prized Purple Demon Eyes went blind instantly in the face of this light, and two streams of bloody tears flowed from his eyes.

"Crack!"

The sound of bone cracking was clearly audible.

Tang San's knees slammed heavily onto the hard stone slab, pressing his entire body to the ground with his face pressed against it, unable to even lift his head.

That sense of humiliation was worse than being killed.

But he couldn't resist.

Faced with this power, his hidden weapons, his Tang Clan's secret techniques, and his twin martial souls all seem like a joke.

"Aaaaaah! Get up!"

Tang Wei roared, his muscles bulging, trying to withstand the attack with his powerful physique.

He is the Sect Master of Haotian Sect!

He is a Title Douluo!

How could you kneel?!

however.

That will only swept over slightly.