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

But the next second.

Tang San was stunned.

Tang Wei was also stunned.

Their pupils contracted sharply as they witnessed an unbelievable scene.

wrong.

The formation is wrong!

According to the battle formation of the Haotian Sect, the strongest main attacker should be Tang Hao, who is a Soul Saint, and should be at the forefront, serving as the sharpest blade to tear everything apart.

The remaining five players provided flank cover and support at the rear.

But now...

Leading the charge were the five Soul King level disciples of the Haotian Sect.

And Tang Hao, who should have been at the forefront and the most feared...

It's slow!

Not only was he slower, but his steps even seemed hesitant, leaving him two full body lengths behind!

He is afraid.

He hesitated.

He's waiting for someone else to go up and test the waters first!

It was that moment of hesitation.

The scene changed to five Soul Kings facing the monster who had once severely injured a Soul Saint with a single blow.

"court death!"

Yu Xiaoheng looked at the five ants rushing towards him, but instead of retreating, he took a step forward.

Boom!

The arena trembled.

To everyone's horror, Wuming's aura was now even more terrifying than when he fought Tang Hao earlier.

How can this be?

He clearly no longer has the cover of his teammates and no boosts, so why is he stronger?

Yu Xiaoheng felt the blood surging within his body like magma.

At his chest, the external soul bone originating from the Dragon God's inheritance—the Heart-Protecting Dragon Rib—was throbbing violently.

dong dong!

dong dong!

Each pulse pumps a massive amount of power into every part of the body.

This feeling is all too familiar.

This is the second level of the "Golden Dragon Element Tempering Method"—Rage.

It requires no external stimulation; it is purely ignited by the body's anger and fighting spirit, pushing bodily functions to an extreme peak.

However, Yu Xiaoheng was still puzzled. He had already accomplished this before, so why was his power increasing even more today?!

But this ever-increasing pleasure also caused his already increasingly crazy and irrational behavior to escalate even further!

Just now, I was facing Tang Hao.

Yu Xiaoheng had to be extremely careful.

He had to conceal the power of divine punishment, not allowing the iconic purple flames to be exposed too early, and even more so, not letting the all-destroying nature of divine punishment go out of control, lest his identity be completely recognized and bring about his death.

Playing like that is exhausting.

Restrained and restricted.

but now?

Yu Xiaoheng looked at the five Soul Kings and Soul Emperors who were oblivious to their own mortality.

Tang Hao is not here.

That wouldn't be a battle.

This is a massacre.

Shippo's amplification is very strong, but it is composed of beams of light, so it only works when it falls on the body!

"roll!"

Yu Xiaoheng didn't even use his soul skills.

The dazzling elemental light effects on the fist's edge were gone, replaced by a faint, almost invisible layer of distorted ripples.

That was an extremely concentrated power.

boom--!

The first Haotian Sect disciple to rush forward had just raised his Haotian Hammer.

The fist, writhing with distorted ripples, had already slammed into the hammer.

There was no stalemate.

The Clear Sky Hammer, hailed as the number one weapon spirit in the world, shattered into pieces the instant it made contact with the target, just like a crisp biscuit.

"what?!"

The disciple's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

But his surprise ended there.

The fist shattered the Haotian Hammer, but its momentum didn't diminish, and it slammed heavily into his chest.

Click.

The sound of the sternum collapsing was particularly crisp in the noisy arena.

The disciple didn't even have time to scream before he was thrown into the air like a sack of flour, spitting out blood.

"Xiao Xin!"

The other four men's eyes were wide with rage.

But they had already lost control.

Yu Xiaoheng moved like lightning, crashing directly into the crowd.

Tiger into the flock!

This is a true case of a tiger entering a flock of sheep!

Without Tang Hao's restraint, these five Soul Kings were as fragile as paper in front of him.

boom!

With a whip kick, he shattered the second Haotian Hammer, sending the man flying and smashing a pillar beside the arena.

boom!

With a backhand slap, he pressed down on the third person's head and slammed him to the ground, causing the ground to crack and the person to instantly lose consciousness.

too fast.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

This is a qualitative change caused by quantitative change.

When the power is great enough, even without skill, it can be a fatal blow.

Chapter 404 Utter Humiliation

Just two breaths.

The five elite Haotian Sect members who had been so aggressive just moments before were all lying on the ground, either dead or crippled.

Everyone gaped, unable to utter a sound.

It was at this time that...

A dazzling stream of seven colors finally arrived late, flying in from behind.

That was an amplification soul skill used by the Soul Emperor of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

"Strength boost! Speed ​​boost!"

The supporting Soul Emperor had timed it perfectly; these beams of light were meant to strike the moment the five surrounded them, pushing their destructive power to its peak.

But now.

The people in front of me have all fallen.

The multicolored amplification light drew an awkward arc in the air. Having lost its target in the front row, it could only follow the lock-on mechanism of the soul skill and fall towards the only ally on the field.

It fell towards that...

Tang Hao, who was still standing in the same spot, maintaining his charging posture, had only taken two steps forward.

hum-

A great light shone from Tang Hao's body.

Strength, speed, and soul power all received a huge boost.

He is in better condition than ever before.

The momentum is amazing.

Soul power surged.

but.

Against the backdrop of the five fallen bodies of his fellow disciples.