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

That wasn't the innocent look in a child's eyes.

Deep within those golden pupils lies an indifference and nobility that looks down upon all living beings.

Thousand Feathers Cold.

"You caused quite a stir today."

Qian Yuhan spoke in a cold voice.

The two men touched palm to palm.

Two distinct yet shared forces of light erupted.

Golden Dragon Element Tempering Technique, in operation.

Pure, divine light flowed continuously into Yu Xiaoheng's meridians through their clasped palms.

The power of light is warm, vast, all-encompassing yet rejecting all filth.

Yu Xiaoheng closed his eyes and concentrated, guiding this power to cleanse his limbs and bones.

He could clearly feel that the light attribute within him was undergoing a qualitative leap.

The power of light, which was originally merely attached to the instincts of the Golden Holy Dragon, is transforming into a concept of "ultimate".

The progress bar is rising rapidly.

50%...60%...

The exhilarating feeling of rapid improvement only gradually slowed down once it reached 70%.

Ultimately, it settled at approximately 80%.

Yu Xiaoheng slowly opened his eyes, a pure golden light flashing deep in his pupils.

Although it hasn't reached the "half-step ultimate" level of Raibou, it's not far off.

If this happens one or two more times, he might be able to condense another light pattern at the half-step limit. After all, his martial soul has evolved due to its unstable characteristics and has abandoned the characteristic of using light attribute as its base.

At that time, the Purple Gold Dragon will become even stronger.

"Regarding the upcoming Continental Elite Tournament for Advanced Soul Master Academies."

I don't recommend you participate in the finals.

“I can sense your strength very clearly.”

"Soul King".

"To reach the Soul King realm at this age, your talent is truly unparalleled throughout history. Even I back then was not as good as you."

"But talent does not equate to immediate combat effectiveness."

"Give up."

"You can't win."

This is advice from the gods, which shows how much Qian Yuhan values ​​it.

Silence fell over the hall.

Yu Xiaoheng did not get angry or embarrassed because he was looked down upon.

He was weighing his options.

Seeing that Yu Xiaoheng did not immediately agree, Qian Yuhan did not try to persuade him further.

She is a goddess.

God only provides guidance; He will not forcibly interfere with mortals' choices.

"You choose which path to take."

After saying this, Qian Yuhan closed her eyes, her breath quickly dissipated, and Qian Renxue's body slumped softly onto the futon, falling into a deep sleep.

Yu Xiaoheng stood up, nodded slightly to Qian Daoliu, and turned to walk out of the offering hall.

The night breeze was slightly cool.

Yu Xiaoheng walked on the empty street, his brows slightly furrowed.

Another attempt at persuasion; last time it was from a peerless Douluo, this time it's from a god.

The odds of winning against the Haotian Sect's meticulously trained team are indeed slim.

Without using the power of divine retribution, it would be difficult to defeat the Haotian Sect head-on with the current Purple-Gold True Dragon and the not-yet-fully-formed elemental patterns.

Yu Xiaoheng looked down at his palm.

In the palm of his hand, a pale golden light flickered slightly, but it was not stable.

Light attribute, still a little short.

Just one or two more "dual cultivations" and you're halfway to the pinnacle.

That's the difference between qualitative change and quantitative change.

Even with an additional half-step Ultimate Light, it's impossible to reverse the balance of power.

As for Rou'er...

A sacrifice?

It's difficult now.

The ancestral spiritual power needs a suitable opportunity to launch a surprise attack and accelerate the sacrifice, but it is impossible to let Rou'er sacrifice herself directly.

Since the ultimate light has not yet been fully realized.

Since the probability of losing is extremely high.

Yu Xiaoheng stopped and looked up at the dark night sky.

Should we still play this game that we're bound to lose?

Wuhun City.

Central Commercial Street.

The midday sun was a bit dazzling, and the bustling crowd was noisy, with vendors shouting their wares one after another.

This is the holy land of soul masters on the continent, and also the most prosperous den of iniquity.

Rou'er held two strings of candied hawthorns in one hand and a bag of freshly baked osmanthus cakes in the other. Her pink cheeks were bulging, like a hamster eating.

She would stop at a stall every now and then, lingering over the sparkly trinkets.

Yu Xiaoheng followed behind and silently paid the bill.

These past few days, Wuhun City has been eerily quiet.

That day in front of the Papal Palace, Tang Wei vomited blood and Tang San's knees were shattered. Such a humiliating disgrace should have been met with the barbaric nature of the Clear Sky Sect, who should have already turned Wuhun City upside down with their hammers.

But no.

The gates of the Haotian Sect's headquarters were tightly shut, and there was no movement whatsoever.

Tang Hao also seemed to have vanished.

Rou'er swallowed the pastry in her mouth and turned to look at Yu Xiaoheng.

"What are you thinking about? Your brows are furrowed like a rope."

Yu Xiaoheng snapped out of his thoughts and glanced at the sugar residue on Rou'er's lips.

"nothing."

"I just feel that Tang San is not the type to swallow his anger."

Rou'er waved the bamboo skewer in her hand nonchalantly.

"What are you afraid of? The way you shone so brightly that day, even the Title Douluo knelt down. They must have been terrified."

Yu Xiaoheng did not respond.

Borrowed divine power is ultimately just that—borrowed power.

Once their true intentions are exposed, the counterattack will only be more intense.

The calm of the past few days is more like the buildup before a storm.

……

Three days later.

The All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Competition, Final Stage, Four to Two.

The square in front of the Papal Palace.

The massive arena has been reinforced and is now filled with spectators from various factions.

The atmosphere was somber.

The first semi-final match that just ended was less of a competition and more of a one-sided massacre.

The Haotian Sect faces off against the Four Elements Academy.

The arena was littered with broken ice shards and lingering bloodstains.

The once spirited members of the Four Elements Team were now lying sprawled on the ground, especially the female students from Tianshui Academy, whose injuries were particularly severe.

A burly man dressed in black stood in the center of the arena, holding a huge Haotian Hammer in his hand, with blood dripping from the hammerhead.

It was Tang Hao, the youngest Soul Saint in the Haotian Sect.

Chapter 387 Intentionally Disgusting People?

Tang Hao was standing on a female team member from Tianshui Academy, Shui Yao, who was the captain of the Tianshui team this generation.

Shuiyao's once beautiful face was now as pale as paper, her right arm was twisted in a strange way, obviously broken, and blood kept gushing from her mouth, staining the blue school uniform on her chest red.

"too weak."

Tang Hao didn't look at the defeated players at his feet, but instead raised his head and stared straight at the nameless team in the corner of the rest area.

To be precise, they were looking at Shui Yun'er and Shui Lingxi from the Nameless Team.