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

"There are orders from above that anyone who dares to open this betting platform is going against those big shots."

This is not normal.

The Nameless Team versus the Haotian Team.

This should have been the biggest gimmick, the biggest source of traffic.

But now, everyone is like a duck with its neck choked, unable to make a sound.

The headquarters of the various sects were also eerily silent.

Ning Zhenyuan of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School did not express any opinion, and Tang Wei of the Haotian School also closed his doors to visitors.

Everyone could feel the oppressive atmosphere of an impending storm.

In a suffocating atmosphere.

Time slips away, bit by bit.

The eastern sky was beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

Sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone on the huge arena in front of the Papal Palace.

The final day has arrived.

Chapter 391 Blue Lightning, Perilous as a Pile of Eggs

early morning.

The villa in Wuhun City.

Yu Xiaoheng opened his eyes and exited his cultivation state.

Everything was peaceful.

Level 58.

It's still level 58.

Even after a whole night of honing his skills with the "Golden Dragon Element Body Tempering Method," his soul power level remained stuck at this juncture, progressing slowly.

If it were anyone else, they would probably be scratching their heads in frustration, since this is the final day and every bit of improvement in strength could determine the outcome.

But Yu Xiaoheng remained calm.

He got up and stretched his stiff neck, the bones making a few crisp popping sounds.

This is normal.

He's not a god; he can't possibly be leveling up while eating and drinking.

It's only been a short time since I was reborn.

From level 50 to the current level 58, this speed is enough to shame all the Soul Masters on the continent to death.

If you want to speed, you can't reach it.

Yu Xiaoheng turned his head and glanced at the bed next to him.

empty.

The blankets were folded neatly, but when you reached out to touch them, they were already cold.

Rou'er has disappeared.

Yu Xiaoheng did not panic and rush out to look for someone.

Rou'er is not a flower in a greenhouse; she is a 100,000-year-old soul beast who has been reborn, possessing her own survival wisdom and methods.

Since she chose to leave at this time, she must have her reasons.

Perhaps she went to prepare those things she had been secretly working on for several days.

Yu Xiaoheng quickly washed up and changed into a clean and neat black outfit.

Push open the door.

The sunlight was a bit too bright.

He stepped out of the villa.

The streets were deserted; the usual hustle and bustle had vanished, and everyone had flocked to the enormous arena.

I just turned a street corner.

Two figures blocked their way.

There was no fluctuation of soul power, nor any verbal threat.

A thousand streams.

Qianxunji.

One is the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, and the other is the current Pope.

The father and son watched as Yu Xiaoheng walked towards them.

Yu Xiaoheng did not stop walking, and his breathing rhythm did not even falter.

He walked over to meet their gazes.

The two passed each other.

There were no pleasantries, no questions, and even the exchange of glances lasted only a fleeting moment.

Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, watching Yu Xiaoheng's departing figure, his aged face revealing neither joy nor sorrow.

Qian Xunji narrowed his eyes slightly but did not speak.

……

The images flow.

Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan's stronghold.

The study was a complete mess.

Papers were scattered all over the ground, some crumpled into balls, others torn to shreds.

The air was thick with the smell of ink and a sense of unease.

Yu Xiaogang sat behind a large desk, his eyes bloodshot, his eye sockets sunken, and his chin covered with bluish stubble.

His pen flew across the documents, the tip scratching the paper with a sharp, grating sound.

"Have a sip of soup."

A fair hand carefully placed a steaming bowl of ginseng soup on the corner of the desk.

Lin Wan'er stood to the side, her eyes filled with worry and heartache.

She dared not get too close, for fear of disturbing the man who was on the verge of collapse.

Yu Yuanzhen has publicly announced that she is Yu Xiaogang's future wife.

At this turbulent time for the sect, she was the closest person to Yu Xiaogang, and his only true confidante.

Yu Xiaogang didn't look up, nor did he pause in his movements.

"Leave it."

Lin Wan'er opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end she held back and silently stepped aside to tidy up the documents scattered on the ground for him.

Yu Xiaogang stared intently at the intelligence report before him, his mind racing.

It must be dealt with.

He had to personally oversee every single aspect, from the allocation of supplies and compensation for personnel to the contraction of defense lines.

He can't stop.

The moment I stop, that name pops into my head.

Yu Xiaoheng.

That "dead man".

Yu Xiaogang silently repeated it to himself over and over again:

He's gone.

That so-called genius older brother is long dead.

'The nameless one who is still alive, no matter how strong, is still a dead man.'

'Only the dead can't steal my light.'

The pen in his hand groaned under the strain of excessive force.

Yu Xiaogang is well aware of how dark his heart is.

In the past, when that dazzling eldest brother was alive, he was the disgrace of the sect, a good-for-nothing who made people shake their heads, and Yu Yuanzhen's worthless second son.

At that time, even calling someone "Big Brother" felt like a mockery of his incompetence.

Therefore, Yu Xiaogang would only call out coldly, "Yu Xiaoheng".

But now?

Yu Xiaoheng is "dead".

Half of the sky fell down for the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan.

It was at this moment that Yu Xiaogang stepped forward.

He worked day and night, doing his utmost to keep the sect running, using his useless brain to fill the huge hole left by the death of that genius.

By training relentlessly, Yu Xiaogang hoped that his clansmen would at least believe that his mutated, separated martial soul might indeed be special, and that he might have a chance to become a powerful figure and protect the sect.

Only at this moment did he feel alive.

It is useful.

It is needed.

'Now that Yu Xiaoheng is dead, I won't be angry with you anymore.'