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

Could he be Yu Xiaoheng?

No.

The person in front of me has a strange martial spirit style and is full of evil energy, which is completely different from the upright and righteous Yu Xiaoheng.

But this fire...

And there was also the shadow of that dragon from earlier...

Too many coincidences together become reasons to be suspicious.

Just as Tang Hao was filled with doubt and uncertainty.

The nameless man smiled.

Beneath the mask, a crazed smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

Has he been recognized? Or is it already being guessed?

maybe.

Tang Hao's ghost-like gaze said it all.

But so what?

At this moment, the blood in his body was burning, and the thrill of battle overwhelmed all reason.

As long as they don't take off their masks, as long as they don't admit it themselves.

Who can prove that he is Yu Xiaoheng?

Who can prove that a dead person has come back to life?

So what if you have doubts!

"Open it for me!"

Yu Xiaoheng let out a low growl.

boom--

The two forces finally collided without reservation.

That was pure energy release.

The purple flames of divine retribution, imbued with the ferocity of the Clear Sky Hammer, clashed fiercely with the remaining power of Tang Hao's true Clear Sky Hammer.

The ground of the Papal Square cracked instantly, and countless stones were shattered into dust.

The intense light engulfed everything.

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All the audience members instinctively closed their eyes and covered their ears.

When the light faded and the dust settled,

In the center of the arena, two figures still stood.

The light of the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang Hao's hand dimmed slightly, and he gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently.

Sweat streamed down his resolute face.

In pursuit of maximum burst damage and the power to kill with a single blow, he had consumed nearly a quarter of his soul power in that combo.

For a Soul Saint, this is already a huge drain.

On the other hand, look at the other side.

Although Wuming's elemental feather robe was quite torn, making him look somewhat disheveled.

But he stood very straight.

His breathing was frighteningly steady.

If you ignore his appearance and only sense the fluctuations in his soul power, the soul power within him is still as deep and unfathomable as a vast ocean. The intense clash just now seemed to have only consumed less than one-twentieth of his reserves.

Tang Hao stared at Wuming, his shock even greater than when he had seen the dragon shadow earlier.

The opponent doesn't seem to have consumed any resources?

How can this be?

In a battle between people of the same level, where one is a Soul Saint and the other is only a Soul King, why is there such a large difference in their Soul Power reserves?

Tang Hao didn't understand.

He was once fortunate enough to consume a magical herb, which was an extraordinary opportunity that greatly improved his physique.

But what he didn't know was...

The monster standing opposite him had eaten more than one plant.

Yu Xiaoheng has a special physique, coupled with the tempering effect of the Heavenly Punishment Fire.

Those rare medicinal herbs that others would consider the limit of eating just one plant were treated like snacks by him, and he swallowed them one after another.

Not only that.

There are also a vast amount of common herbs and rare spiritual fruits.

The medicinal properties accumulate, and the meridians widen.

The energy contained within this body can no longer be measured by ordinary standards.

On the viewing platform.

All eyes were fixed on the two figures.

Tang Wei suddenly stood up.

Because he stood up too abruptly, the armrest of the large chair he was sitting on, made of ancient sandalwood, was crushed into powder with a "crack".

Wood shavings fell softly from between my fingers.

Tang Wei's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the burning energy on the arena, where a purple light had flashed by.

That was a nightmare.

It was a lingering shadow that Haotian Sect had once been haunted by.

"Purple Flame... Divine Retribution..."

A word suddenly flashed through Tang Wei's mind.

next to.

Ning Zhenyuan, the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, also had a drastic change in expression.

That name.

That name, which everyone had assumed was dead, now gripped everyone's throats like a ghost.

Yu Xiaoheng.

If he comes back...

If that genius hadn't died...

A chill ran straight to the top of the head.

Not only Tang Wei and Ning Zhenyuan, but all the powerful figures present, including several elders of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, began to breathe rapidly.

"No, that's not right."

The Pope, Chihiro, sat in the main seat.

He remained seated very steadily.

His gaze fell on Wuming, but he showed no panic.

Qian Xunji slowly opened his mouth:

"Sect Leader Tang, please calm down."

Tang Wei suddenly turned his head, his eyes looking like he wanted to devour someone:

"Your Majesty the Pope!"

Chihiro shook her head.

He certainly didn't like Yu Xiaoheng.

If Yu Xiaoheng hadn't interfered back then, Bibi Dong wouldn't have suddenly rebelled.

But despite the hatred, reason remained.

That bastard child is indeed dead.

Moreover, when Yu Xiaoheng was forced to his death, the Spirit Hall did not intervene, and Qian Xunji was busy following the divine decree to give birth to Qian Renxue.

Compared to others, the animosity between him and Yu Xiaoheng is practically nonexistent.

Qian Xunji harbored no hatred towards the current "nameless" persona; in fact, he even felt a degree of admiration for him.

Therefore, he was not afraid of Yu Xiaoheng's resurrection and admired Wuming's combat strength.

They wouldn't be alarmed or worried about the opponent reappearing just because of a few battle scenes similar to Yu Xiaoheng's.

On the contrary, it allows for calm thinking.

"Sect Leader Tang, please take a closer look."

Qianxun pointed quickly to the arena.

"Yu Xiaoheng's fighting style back then was characterized by its wide and sweeping movements."

"But what about this kid?"

"Their methods are ruthless, their moves are unpredictable, and their method of devouring others' soul power is full of evil."

“Aside from the similarity in their flames and dragon shapes, these two people are completely different.”

Tang Wei was taken aback.

He was blinded by anger just now, but now that he's calmed down, he can see for himself.