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

indeed.

Even when that nameless man directly confronted the Haotian Hammer, he used a clever technique that borrowed the opponent's strength to strike back, exuding a chilling aura.

This is completely different from the straightforward Yu Xiaoheng of yesteryear, who would fight even if it meant getting hurt.

Of course, if Yu Xiaoheng himself knew Tang Wei's thoughts, he would probably be speechless.

He truly didn't understand why he had such a good image back then.

What grand and sweeping movements?

I was simply enhancing my soul skill; once the age limit was high enough, both my left and right fists dealt high damage.

As for now?

The soul skill given by the Dark Demon God Tiger is so useful, I definitely have to use it!

Using someone else's strength against them is fine, but where's the coldness in this?

Qian Xunji leaned back in her chair, her fingers lightly tapping the armrest:

“You are all sensible people.”

"You may all think about this."

He tapped his finger lightly, pointing to the scorch marks on the arena that had not yet completely faded.

"Was the power that Yu Xiaoheng displayed in the past truly something that a mortal soul master could cultivate on their own?"

Tang Wei's eyes narrowed, and a thoughtful look appeared in his bloodshot eyes.

Qian Xunji continued:

"The only explanation is divine inheritance."

"Back then, Yu Xiaoheng was exceptionally talented, perhaps chosen by some god and bestowed with such fierce power. But he was short-lived and died."

When Qian Xunji said the word "dead," his tone became more serious.

"The lineage of gods will not be broken. Since the previous successor has died, the gods will naturally find a new representative."

"This nameless one is the new lucky one."

"The same type of moves, the same characteristics. But this does not mean that he is Yu Xiaoheng. It only means that they come from the same source and have inherited the same divine power."

As soon as he finished speaking, the tense atmosphere suddenly eased.

Makes sense.

That makes perfect sense.

Tang Wei slowly loosened his grip on the armrest.

The wood chips and dust flying everywhere landed on his trouser legs, but he didn't bother to brush them off.

As long as it's not Yu Xiaoheng, that's fine.

If it's a divine inheritance, then everything makes sense.

Although that nameless one is strong and strange, as long as he is not Yu Xiaoheng, who carries the blood feud of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and hates the Haotian Clan to the bone, there is still room for maneuver.

After all, no one wants to fight to the death with a genius with a divine background and favored by the Spirit Hall, all because of a dead ghost.

Moreover, this is the Spirit Hall.

Qian Xunji has already made his stance clear.

If we were to persist in clinging to the name of that dead man at this point, we would be defying the world and directly disrespecting the Pope.

Chapter 402 The Raging Fury Again

Ning Zhenyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

He picked up the teacup beside him; the tea had gone cold, but he still tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

The sheer terror he felt just now had left his back soaked with sweat.

If Yu Xiaoheng were alive, the landscape of Douluo Continent would probably be turned upside down immediately.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will go mad, the Clear Sky Clan will go berserk, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan will also have an irreconcilable enemy.

it's good now.

He is a successor.

As long as someone is a living, breathing newcomer, there is a possibility of winning them over and room for negotiation, rather than a vengeful demon who is determined to fight to the death.

"His Holiness the Pope is right."

Ning Zhenyuan spoke first, his voice regaining its usual calmness.

"The world is vast and full of wonders. Although divine inheritance is rare, it is recorded in ancient books. It seems we were worrying too much."

With the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School Master's statement, the previously tense crowd in the stands began to whisper among themselves, and their tense nerves relaxed.

"Yes, how can the dead come back to life?"

"That body-burning explosion looks like it, but this method of devouring soul power is definitely not like Yu Xiaoheng's style."

"I was so scared! I thought that killer had come back."

The crowd's voices rose and fell.

Most people are unwilling to accept that Yu Xiaoheng is not really dead.

Even someone as strong as Tang Wei and as intelligent as Ning Zhenyuan.

Even the most powerful representative of the Tiandou Empire.

Deep down, they all resisted the return of that name.

Because that name represents an extreme threat, a terror that disrupts the balance.

Nobody wants a sword hanging over their head that could fall at any moment.

however.

On the arena.

Tang Hao, dressed in all black, did not feel any relief despite Qian Xunji's explanation.

His chest heaved violently, not only because of the intense exchange of fire just now, but also because of the chill that was spreading from the bottom of his heart.

Tang Hao looked down at his right hand, which was still trembling slightly.

His hand was split open, and blood dripped from his fingertips.

pain.

But the pain was far less intense than the panic in his heart.

If it were someone else, they might have been fooled by Qian Xunji's "divine inheritance" rhetoric.

But Tang Hao wouldn't.

Just now, the purple flames spread upwards along the Haotian Hammer. That burning sensation, like a maggot clinging to the bone, that eerie touch, was all too familiar.

He knew it so well that it gave him nightmares.

Back then, it was this very power that made his proudest strength seem so laughable in front of his opponent.

For an instant.

Tang Hao's eyelid twitched slightly.

He looked at the masked man in black not far away, sensing the still-burning purple embers, and felt weak all over.

That battle back then.

That was the siege and killing of the geniuses of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Everyone thought that Yang Wudi was just unlucky to run into Yu Xiaoheng's last stand before his death, which is why he ended up with a lifelong disability.

But only Tang Hao himself knew the truth.

The direction Yu Xiaoheng took to break out was based on Tang San's deduction, which he felt might not be accurate. That's why he sent the four major families to intercept him.

What if it wasn't Yang Wudi who was in charge of intercepting that location that day, but Tang Hao instead?

What if that madman Yu Xiaoheng had used that purple flame to attack Tang Hao that day?

What if Tang San was certain that Yu Xiaoheng would appear and had notified Tang Hao? Then he would confidently take action that day!

That useless person is none other than Tang Hao, one of the Twin Stars of Haotian!

The fear that comes after the fact is more terrifying than the swords that are right in front of you.

His hand, gripping the Haotian Hammer, began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

"Brother Hao, what's wrong?"

The Haotian Sect disciples behind him noticed something was wrong with their leader and asked him in a low voice.

Tang Hao did not answer.

And this moment.

Standing opposite him was Yu Xiaoheng, who was looking down at his palm.

Within his palm, the golden dragon pattern surged wildly, breathing and exhaling like a living creature.

Not right.

Yu Xiaoheng frowned slightly.

According to the "Golden Dragon Element Body Tempering Method," the cultivation of the third level must rely on a vast amount of elemental power to temper the physical body.

But right now, there isn't that kind of extreme elemental environment around us.

But his blood and qi were boiling, and his soul power was solidifying in an astonishing way.

This feeling actually originated from the second level that he considered to have mastered—rage.

Could this be the missing piece that I sensed before?

But why?