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

Tang Hao's feet sank deep into the hard rock ground as he stared at the black-clad figure opposite him.

The figure still stood quietly, its newly grown right hand pale and slender, hanging down at its side.

This calm only made Tang Hao more agitated.

go to hell!

Smash that mask of yours, along with all your blustering tricks!

"Break for me...!"

Tang Hao roared, unleashing all his soul power without reservation.

The enormous black hammer carried an aura of world destruction.

Since you're not going to hide, then never hide.

Since you resemble Yu Xiaoheng's shadow, then go and keep him company underground!

The sky seemed to be torn apart.

The heavy wind pressure caused the ground around the arena to crack inch by inch, and the cracks spread wildly towards the outer fighting seats like a spider web.

On the dark, deep hammer body, amidst the dark light, streaks of golden-red lightning were interwoven.

This is the biggest opportunity Tang Hao has had in recent years.

In the real Douluo Continent, immortal herbs naturally do not only appear in the Min Clan or even the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

With the wealth of the Clear Sky Sect and Tang San's ability to recognize things...

It also found a perfect immortal herb for Tang Hao—the Golden Thunder Bright Light Lamp, which not only repaired his past hidden injuries but also caused a qualitative leap in his soul power, giving it an extreme destructive attribute.

The crackling sound of electricity sent chills down my spine.

The golden-red light shone on everyone's face, revealing their terror in every detail.

Sixth Soul Skill: Earth Burst Hammer.

This attack, combined with the Martial Soul True Body and the eerie golden-red lightning, far exceeded the scope of a Soul Saint, approaching that of a Soul Douluo, and even possessed a strange sense of oppression that even a Title Douluo would find difficult to match.

The air was forcibly squeezed out, creating a vacuum zone.

Nameless, at the eye of the storm, had his clothes fluttering in the wind, and his black hair was being blown straight back by the gale.

The wind howled.

The atmosphere in the viewing area of ​​the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan was somewhat eerie.

Several elders were moved to tears.

They looked at the figure in the eye of the storm.

Like.

so similar.

Despite their reason telling them that Yu Xiaoheng had long since perished and his remains were nowhere to be found, and that the brilliant young master was now a thing of the past.

But the man before them, named "Nameless," exuded an indomitable aura and displayed an instinctive fighting spirit that gave them an absurd sense of disbelief.

It's as if that young man who once led his family to glory and hope has returned.

"He can't die..."

An elder's lips trembled.

No one refuted.

Even if it's a complete stranger, even if it's a freak who doesn't even dare to show his face.

They projected their sense of indebtedness and longing for Yu Xiaoheng, and even all their hopes for the future of their family, onto this "nameless" person.

As long as he lives, it's as if that hope hasn't been extinguished.

The entire place erupted in noise.

Countless viewers roared, some cheering for Tang Hao's earth-shattering hammer blow, others screaming for the impending destruction that Wuming was about to face.

The sound waves surged like a tide, almost engulfing Papal Square.

However, amidst this bustling noise, there was one person who stood out from the crowd.

Yu Xiaogang sat at the very front of the Blue Lightning Sect's line.

He did not stand up excitedly like the other members of his tribe, nor did he show the slightest concern.

His face was pale, and he stared at the ring with a gloomy look in his eyes.

Again.

That feeling is back again.

Since this "nameless" person appeared, all the spotlight and all the attention have been drawn to him.

This competition was originally an opportunity for Yu Xiaogang to make a name for himself.

But now?

Nobody remembers who the leader of the Blue Lightning team was.

Even the gazes of his clansmen behind him, those who had once slightly changed their opinion of him, now looked over his head and were fixed on the "nameless" man.

Yu Xiaogang slowly tightened his grip on his knees.

Ignore.

It's always like this.

This feeling is not unfamiliar; in fact, it could be said that it had been like this ever since the awakening of the Martial Soul until Yu Xiaoheng's death.

At that time, no matter how hard he tried, as soon as that person—his own brother Yu Xiaoheng—appeared, the world would only have one voice.

genius.

That person is the sun, while Yu Xiaogang is not even a star that reflects the sun; at best, he is just an insignificant speck of dust on the ground.

Yu Xiaoheng died later.

Yu Xiaogang was indeed sad for a while, but afterwards, he felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

The mountain that had been pressing down on him was gone. He could finally breathe. Finally, someone was willing to listen to him, to his theories, and to his stories!

He thought he had long since let go of the past, believing that the jealousy and resentment had vanished with his brother's death.

until today.

Until this guy named "Nameless" appeared.

Despite being a self-taught individual without even a name, and despite having an extremely bizarre martial spirit path, a nauseating sense of familiarity lingered in Yu Xiaogang's heart like a venomous snake.

How annoying.

Yu Xiaogang clenched his teeth, his cheeks puffing out slightly.

He even had an extremely dark thought: if Tang Hao smashed this guy into mincemeat with this hammer, would everything go back to normal?

The world is quiet, and our attention is back on track.

But soon, reason regained its footing.

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging emotions in his heart.

No.

You can't think like that.

Yu Xiaoheng is dead; that is an undeniable fact.

No matter how similar the nameless person in front of me is, he is ultimately just a fake, a lucky freak.

Why get angry over the shadow of a dead man?

Moreover, although this nameless person is detestable, his current stance is to oppose the Haotian Sect.

The Haotian Sect is now extremely arrogant, and Tang Hao is even more overbearing.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

No matter how sharp or unpleasant the knife may be, as long as it can cut into the Haotian Sect, it is a good knife.

Yu Xiaogang kept repeating these words in his mind, trying to comfort himself with this utilitarian thinking.

Use him.

Yes, it's about taking advantage of it.

If Wuming could severely injure Tang Hao, it would only benefit Yu Xiaogang and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, without any harm.

If it were Yu Xiaoheng, he would definitely do the same.

Thinking about it this way, the frustration in my heart dissipated a bit.

But Yu Xiaogang was suddenly moved and felt a dull pain in his heart.

If it were before, he could comfort himself... If it were Yu Xiaoheng, he should have done what he did, and naturally he should have inherited it as well; it was the excellent path, the right path.

But now, the appearance of the nameless one makes Yu Xiaogang feel nauseous.

Chapter 400 Yu Xiaoheng's Madness

A warm hand suddenly covered the back of his hand.

Beside Yu Xiaogang, Lin Wan'er looked at him with eyes full of tenderness.

"Xiaogang, don't worry."

Lin Wan'er clearly misunderstood Yu Xiaogang's silence.

Under normal circumstances, Yu Xiaogang might feel comforted.

But at this moment,

Yu Xiaogang's lips twitched, revealing a bitter smile.

"I'm fine, Wan'er."