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

The horrific sight of Shuiyao losing her arm is still vivid in my mind.

Shui Yun'er raised her head and looked at Yu Xiaoheng.

"Nameless...don't go."

She didn't kneel down and beg for mercy like the other Soul Masters, but her tone was filled with sorrow.

"We want revenge, we dream about it. But... it's pointless."

“With your talent, you have a chance to surpass the Haotian Sect as long as you live. There’s no need to risk your life for this one match.”

Shui Lingxi nodded in agreement, tears welling up in her eyes, but she held them back.

“We’ve dragged you down. If we were stronger… maybe we’d still have a chance. But right now, we’re useless.”

“Bringing us useless people onto the field will only distract you and serve no purpose.”

They have a tendency to self-destruct, stemming from the despair after the destruction of their families.

But they didn't want to drag this man down with them.

Because in him, they saw a glimmer of hope—the hope of overthrowing the Haotian Sect in the future.

Bibi Dong, who had been leaning against the wall without saying a word, suddenly moved.

Her beautiful face was expressionless, showing neither fear nor sadness.

Only chilling indifference.

"I don't care."

Bibi Dong spoke calmly.

"Anyway, this is my fate. If it comes to a fight, I'll go up with you. At worst, I'll die under that hammer. It's not a big deal."

She paused for a moment, her gaze falling on Yu Xiaoheng's face, her eyes flickering slightly.

"However, if you don't want to die, I have no objection."

She has a severe self-destructive tendency, and death may be a relief for her.

But she didn't think it was an honorable thing to drag others down with her.

All eyes were on Yu Xiaoheng.

We await his decision.

The insults outside continued, growing increasingly harsh.

"Nameless Team! Get out of the tournament!"

"You coward! Go home and suckle!"

Yu Xiaoheng remained silent.

He simply watched the scene unfold before him in silence.

His subordinates knelt on the ground, trembling; the Shui sisters, their eyes filled with despair, pleading with him to save his life; and Bibi Dong, indifferently seeking death.

Yu Xiaoheng felt very calm.

He is indeed considering abstaining.

This isn't out of fear, but because it's unnecessary.

The gap is stark; for a Soul King to fight a Soul Saint, especially one wielding the Clear Sky Hammer, is simply asking for trouble.

Although he knew that when it really came down to life and death, Qian Yuhan would definitely come to his rescue.

But is it meaningful to rely on a god to save your life and then get a beating?

Simply to prove that he has backbone?

Going into a game you can't win is something only a fool would do.

Why not turn around and leave now, go back to Wuhun City, and cultivate properly for a few years?

When the time comes, we'll come out again and crush Tang Hao, the Haotian Sect, and all those who are making a fuss today under our feet.

This is the most...rational choice.

"stand up."

Yu Xiaoheng finally spoke.

The three Soul Masters kneeling on the ground trembled, instinctively wanting to raise their heads, but not daring to.

Yu Xiaoheng ignored them and did not answer the Shui sisters or Bibi Dong's questions.

He slowly turned around, his back to the crowd, and walked towards the exit of the passage.

That direction is the way out of the Soul Arena.

Everyone was stunned.

What... what's going on??

Not saying anything?

So, should we abstain or not?

Yu Xiaoheng walked out of the rest area and appeared at the entrance of the passage.

Countless eyes were fixed on that figure.

Whether they were from the Haotian Sect, the Blue Lightning Sect, or even the spectators watching the spectacle, a thought popped into their minds: something was wrong.

That silhouette is so serene.

He doesn't seem like a coward who runs away in defeat.

If he were truly afraid, he should be panicked and ashamed.

But he walked very steadily.

This silence, on the contrary, creates a sense of pressure.

People began to doubt whether such an arrogant, powerful, and exceptionally talented genius would really back down so easily.

This does not conform to the definition of a strong person in Douluo Continent.

On this continent, the norm is to be unyielding rather than bend; there's no reason to run away with your tail between your legs before the fight even begins.

Unless... he's planning something even bigger?

Or perhaps he simply disdains it?

People instinctively felt that Wuming had been successfully provoked and would not back down.

They will definitely make it to the finals.

……

Yu Xiaoheng left a clear trail of footprints on the bluestone path he walked on.

Where the left foot stepped, the hard rock seemed to be instantly vaporized by some terrifying high temperature, leaving a charred pit with dark red sparks flickering inside, but no smoke rose. It was the manifestation of the flame's power being restrained to the extreme.

The spot where his right foot had stepped was covered with a thick layer of solid ice. The ice crystals were an eerie deep blue, radiating a bone-chilling cold, and even the surrounding air was frozen into frost.

Half of it is a raging fire that burns everything away.

Half of it is ice that freezes everything.

He is walking, he is leaving.

But the power within him was roaring and resonating wildly.

Yu Xiaoheng's face was ashen, with two flames flickering deep in his eyes.

The despair of being forced to death before being reborn.

He felt a surge of anger upon seeing his sect being oppressed after his rebirth.

While hunting for spirit rings, I witnessed the massacre at the sect's headquarters.

Feeling frustrated by being outmaneuvered by Tang San and his son.

He suppressed all these emotions deep inside, like a volcano about to erupt, forcibly sealed by a thick layer of ice.

This force surged and raged within him, pushing and thrashing about.

The fire of divine retribution wants to burn away all the injustices in this world.

The ice of divine retribution kept him cold-blooded.

He just kept walking.

One step at a time.

Half fire, half ice.

Leave all the ridicule and insults behind.

Go ahead and curse.

Say a few more words of abuse.

Being scolded a few times won't hurt you or cause you to lose half a level of soul power.

Tang Hao and the Clear Sky Sect must be furious right now. Tang Wei is probably waiting to trample him underfoot in the finals, and Tang Hao is waiting to kill him.

Think beautifully.

Yu Xiaoheng blew away the floating leaves on the teacup and took a sip.

If the Heavenly Dou Royal Team can admit defeat, why can't he?

On the day of the finals, he went up there, threw those two words at Tang Hao, and then turned and left.

This feeling must be wonderful.

So what if the whole world looks down on him?

As long as he stays in Martial Soul City, relying on Qian Daoliu's protection, he can cultivate in peace for a few years...

Or maybe more than ten years?

Once you've mastered the "Golden Dragon Element Body Tempering Technique" and your soul power has broken through level ninety...