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

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Ning Zhenyuan gently waved his folding fan, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the empty entrance and Tang Hao on the arena.

"Nameless, he is sharpening his sword."

"Sharpening the sword?" Ning Fengzhi, who had come to watch the competition, asked curiously.

“Yes.” Ning Zhenyuan nodded. “Hide yourself, let everyone’s expectations, anger and anxiety accumulate to the peak, and then unleash your power at that moment. It will surely be earth-shattering.”

"Nameless is not a coward."

All the important figures and powerful individuals shared a remarkably consistent thought at this moment.

Nameless will definitely come!

……

A quiet alleyway three blocks away from the Papal Palace.

You can't hear the noise from the square here.

A figure was walking slowly.

Yu Xiaoheng even had a foxtail grass that he had just picked from the roadside in his hand, twirling it between his fingers.

He's not in a hurry.

No hurries?

Tang Hao, that blockhead, is probably standing on the ring like a wooden stake right now, striking a pose and gathering momentum.

Let him stand.

The longer you stand, the better.

At times like these, the later you arrive, the more interesting the expressions on the faces of the Haotian Sect members will be.

The frustration of wanting to kill someone but having to wait idly is the best appetizer.

As for the competition?

Yu Xiaoheng's lips twitched slightly.

Admitting defeat as soon as you step in is the real main course.

Imagine Tang Hao mobilizing all his soul power to the limit, ready to fight to the death, only to have his opponent wave his hand and say, "I'm not fighting anymore."

That's what makes the show interesting.

Yu Xiaoheng was in a good mood, and his steps became lighter.

suddenly.

He stopped in his tracks.

The foxtail grass in my hand stopped spinning.

Several more shadows appeared at the alleyway ahead.

three people.

They wore unmarked gray robes, their faces covered with black cloths, revealing only their bloodshot eyes.

Although he wasn't wearing sect attire, Yu Xiaoheng recognized that familiar fluctuation of soul power all too well.

That's the smell of lightning.

People from the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan.

Yu Xiaoheng raised an eyebrow, said nothing, and simply watched them quietly.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group took a step forward:

“Nameless gentleman, please return and do not participate in the competition.”

Yu Xiaoheng tilted his head:

"A good dog doesn't block the way."

Walls have ears, so it's best to keep a respectable distance from Blue Lightning at this point.

The middle-aged man trembled, seemingly suppressing immense emotions:

"Nameless, you can't go."

"This is a dead end."

"Tang Hao is already a Soul Saint, and he also has a Soul Emperor-level Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School Soul Master assisting him. Going there now would be pointless except for sending him to his death."

Yu Xiaoheng smiled.

"interesting."

"I don't seem to have any connection with your Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan, do I?"

The middle-aged man stared at Yu Xiaoheng.

To be precise, it was staring at Yu Xiaoheng's face, which was now disguised and covered in scars.

His eyes held a complex expression.

There is grief, there is remembrance, and even more so, there is an almost obsessive desire to protect.

"You resemble someone very much."

"That's what the middle-aged man said."

Who does he look like?

"Like our young master."

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, as if even mentioning that title required immense courage:

"Yu Xiaoheng".

Yu Xiaoheng's heart skipped a beat.

But his expression remained unchanged, even carrying a hint of sarcasm:

"That dead man?"

"I heard he was a genius, but unfortunately he died young."

"Instead of burning paper money for that short-lived ghost, you've come here to block my way. Do you think I look like a short-lived ghost?"

Chapter 393 You Look Like Someone

"shut up!"

A young man behind the middle-aged man couldn't help but let out a low roar, his body crackling with lightning, clearly enraged.

The middle-aged man raised his hand to stop the young man.

He looked at Yu Xiaoheng, his gaze not turning angry at the word "short-lived ghost," but instead filled with even more sorrow.

"You're just like him."

"Equally arrogant, equally sharp-tongued, equally... ignorant of their own limitations."

"We failed to protect the young master."

"He died for the sect."

“You are Nameless, you are not a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, we have no reason to interfere with you.”

“But since you look like him, even if it’s only a slight resemblance, we can’t just stand by and watch you go to your death.”

"Especially those who died at the hands of the Haotian Sect."

Yu Xiaoheng fell silent.

He looked at the few disheveled tribesmen in front of him.

They were all injured.

Clearly, the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan has not had an easy time these past two days.

The young man's left arm was even twisted unnaturally, probably from an old injury sustained in a previous battle.

This group of defeated soldiers came here to try and stop a complete stranger, a "madman," simply because... he looked like the deceased "Yu Xiaoheng."

Yu Xiaoheng turned his head away and looked at the high wall on the other side of the alley:

"What makes you think I would go?"

"I'm not stupid."

"Knowing it's a dead end, why can't I run?"

The middle-aged man shook his head, his tone certain:

"You won't."

"why?"

"Because you are strong."

The middle-aged man said:

"True strong people all have pride."

"You dared to make the Haotian Sect kneel before, which shows that you value dignity more than your life."

"A person like that would rather die in the ring than desert at this moment."