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

Against the backdrop of his slightly stiff posture.

The dazzling amplification light emanating from this outfit was so blinding.

Yu Xiaoheng slowly withdrew his fist.

He raised his head.

"how?"

"The people you called have all gone to bed."

"As the youngest Soul Saint in the Haotian Sect..."

Are you waiting for me to invite you?

Tang Hao's expression changed continuously.

Verbal insults are pointless.

But what if it turns out to be true?

He was afraid.

He couldn't move his legs.

In the VIP section.

Snapped!

The teacup in Tang Wei's hand was crushed to pieces.

The shards pierced his palm, drawing blood.

He seemed oblivious.

His body was trembling.

Because of shame.

More so because of anger.

"You bastard..."

Tang Wei squeezed out two words through gritted teeth.

Tang San, standing to the side, also had a strange expression on his face.

He looked at his father, Hao-ge, who stood on the ring, cowering in fear.

why?

Why did Brother Hao lack the courage to charge forward when facing an unknown person and someone his own age?

even……

Were they scared off?

The tragic fate of the five fellow disciples was right before their eyes.

The culprit behind all of this.

It's not that the nameless one is too strong.

Instead, Tang Hao... withdrew.

"Instant kill?"

"Really? Those are five Soul King level experts!"

Uninformed viewers only felt a chill run down their spines.

In their view, Wuming simply rushed in and threw a few punches like hitting a sandbag. The five menacing Haotian Sect experts were all sent flying backwards and fell silent after landing.

Is this even human?

But the eyes of the truly strong individuals sitting in the front row of the VIP section and in the rest area of ​​the participating teams changed.

"It's not that simple."

An elderly leader from one of the lower four sects squinted at the Haotian Sect disciples whose fates were unknown at the edge of the arena.

“Look at the wound.”

People nearby looked over upon hearing the sound.

The Haotian Sect disciples lying on the ground, though their chests were caved in, seemingly killed by a physical blow, were convulsing violently.

Beneath the skin, faint red flames and blue arcs of electricity flickered erratically.

"puff!"

One of the unconscious disciples suddenly coughed up a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

The moment the blood hit the ground, it emitted a sizzling, corrosive sound and even sent up a wisp of smoke.

"This is……"

The bystanders' pupils constricted sharply.

"Superhuman strength penetrates the body, elemental strangulation."

In the Four Elements Team area, Feng Che, captain of the Kamikaze Team but also a member of the younger generation who was not participating, crossed his arms and looked serious.

"The nameless fist contained hidden power. The moment it struck, violent fire and lightning elements poured directly into the opponent's body, tearing apart his internal organs."

"They were already dead when that punch landed."

"It's just that my body hasn't reacted yet."

Huo Yan sat beside him, his face grim: "This control over the elements... is he really a power-attack type?"

Many people recall the arrogant remarks made by Wuming before his death.

An opponent of this caliber, even a Soul King, is nothing more than a slightly more robust ant in his presence.

"Tang Hao is fully responsible for this."

Someone muttered something under their breath in a corner of the players' bench.

Everyone present was a professional Soul Master; who couldn't see what had just happened?

In a typical team fight, the strong offensive Soul Saint should be placed at the front to absorb the first wave of damage, creating space for the backline to deal damage.

As long as Tang Hao stepped up just now.

Even if it's just for a second.

The amplifying divine light from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School could accurately strike the five Soul Kings and Soul Emperors in front.

With the terrifying attribute boost from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, which nearly doubled, coupled with the Haotian Formation, these five people could definitely withstand several moves from Wuming, and even launch a counterattack.

The results of it?

The person who should have been the most vulnerable has retired.

Even if it was only two steps back.

The result was that the front row melted instantly, and the back row support used all their skills on the big brother who was at full health and full strength and just standing in the back watching the show.

"That was an amazing move."

On the side of the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy, someone couldn't help but let out a sneer.

Although the major forces formed an alliance called "Dragon Slayer," their aim was to target the legendary Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

But in such a public setting, seeing the usually arrogant Haotian Sect make such a blunder, especially with such a basic mistake, would make anyone unhappy.

Those in the know dared not speak openly, out of respect for the power and influence of the Haotian Sect.

They even had to pretend to be regretful.

But some people don't need to pretend.

"Hahahaha!"

Loud laughter came from the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan's spectator stands.

A burly middle-aged man stood up and pointed at Tang Hao on the ring:

"Is this the current successor of the Haotian Sect?"

"This is what they call the number one weapon spirit in the world?"

Why are you acting like a coward?

"Those five disciples died unjustly! They didn't die at the hands of the enemy, but because of their young master's cowardice!"

"Tang Hao, if you're worried about breaking that hammer, why don't you go home and use it for embroidery? Don't embarrass yourself here!"

Every word is piercing to the heart.

Every sentence is a slap in the face.

In the VIP section.

Tang Wei's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

The elders of the Haotian Sect behind him gradually grew heavier and heavier.

shame.

An unprecedented humiliation.

Being defeated is shameful.

But betraying teammates or deserting on the battlefield, leading to the annihilation of the entire team, is even more shameful.

Although the people from other sects didn't speak, they didn't bother to hide the mockery and sarcasm in their eyes.

Ning Zhenyuan held the teacup, took a small sip, and concealed the smile on his lips with the teacup.

Although the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Clear Sky School were on good terms, they were not of one mind. He was quite pleased with the effect of this performance.

On the arena.

The air was thick with the smell of blood.

Tang Hao stood frozen in place.