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

"Sect Leader Tang, you're too nervous."

Chihiro didn't care at all.

He had indeed thought highly of Wuming before, but Wuming's style of doing things was somewhat similar to Yu Xiaoheng's, and it was even highly likely that he had inherited the power of the same god. This caused Qian Xunji's favorability towards Wuming to drop significantly.

If Lady Qian Yuhan truly cares about Wuming, she will naturally take action. If she doesn't, then Wuming's death is simply a matter of life and death, and the Spirit Hall suffers no loss.

The audience held their breath.

Shui Yun'er and Shui Lingxi suddenly came to their senses and immediately activated their water-attribute soul power, wanting to step forward to help Yu Xiaoheng share the burden.

Yu Xiaoheng didn't even turn his head, and shouted angrily, "Get out!"

The violent gust of wind pushed the Shui sisters to the edge of the arena, preventing them from getting even a step closer to the battlefield.

Tang Hao held the Clear Sky Hammer high, and as he watched Yu Xiaoheng shoo away his teammates, the killing intent on his face intensified.

Tang Hao roared, "You're courting death!"

Gasps of surprise rippled through the audience. Faced with such a seemingly inescapable situation, not only did he not run, but he also chased away his teammates who wanted to help—this was utterly insane behavior.

A huge shadow descended from the sky, completely covering Yu Xiaoheng's body.

This force, capable of tearing everything apart, would absolutely guarantee certain death if it struck.

No matter how extraordinary Wuming's talent was, he was ultimately just a Soul King.

As long as he utters the words "I give up," the referee has a reason to intervene and save his life.

But Yu Xiaoheng stood still, watching the dark red giant hammer smashing down on his head.

He did not admit defeat.

He simply raised his head and let out a hearty laugh.

"Hahaha--!"

next second.

The raging golden-red lightning and the enormous Haotian Hammer crashed down, engulfing Yu Xiaoheng's laughter and figure.

At the center of the raging golden-red lightning, a strange purple light suddenly shone.

The purple light was initially only the size of a soybean, but within a fraction of a second, it swelled rapidly in the face of the wind.

boom!

Chapter 407 is Yu Xiaoheng? Impossible!

Two enormous purple fiery wings suddenly unfurled from the depths of the golden-red storm, tearing apart the sky-filling curtain of lightning and fire like ripping a rag.

This is the power of divine retribution.

The massive, house-sized phantom of Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer shattered the moment it touched the purple fire wings.

The powerful soul force gathered by the fifth soul skill was mercilessly burned, devoured, and twisted by the purple flames.

Purple flame patterns instantly spread across the dark red hammerhead phantom surface.

Immediately afterwards, the massive Haotian Hammer collapsed in mid-air, turning into countless violent energy fragments.

Tang Hao's eyes widened, and his body was uncontrollably suspended in mid-air by the backlash.

His decisive move was torn apart head-on.

Right in the eye of the storm.

The fifth spirit ring beneath Yu Xiaoheng's feet erupted with a deep black light.

Elemental absorption, activated.

A massive energy vortex formed around him.

The soul power shattered by the divine punishment fire, the remaining violent lightning of the Golden Thunder Bright Light Lamp, and the raging wind elements all around were greedily pulled into this vortex.

Yu Xiaoheng raised his right hand.

The purple flames of divine retribution and the immense energy within the vortex intertwined, compressed, and reshaped wildly in his palm.

The blinding light made everyone squint.

The light dissipated.

A giant hammer with a handle two meters long and a head the size of a water vat was firmly held in Yu Xiaoheng's hand.

The hammer is entirely dark purple, with golden-red lightning and purple divine fire swirling around its surface.

Second temporary martial soul - Haotian Hammer.

Using the properties of elemental absorption, Yu Xiaoheng forcibly used the enemy's energy and his own divine punishment power to create a Haotian Hammer!

Moreover, its power seems to be no less than that of Tang Hao's martial soul.

Just then.

A faint cracking sound rang out on Yu Xiaoheng's face.

"Click".

Having withstood the aftershocks of the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, and now forcibly activating the double backlash of Heavenly Punishment and Elemental Absorption, the mask that had been covering Yu Xiaoheng's face finally reached its limit.

A crack spread from the center of the forehead to the jawline.

A soft thud.

The mask shattered completely.

Countless pale mask fragments floated slowly into the air, carried by the heatwave.

The purple flames illuminated the fragments, and also the face behind them.

The ribbons binding her long hair had long since broken, and her black hair flew wildly in the turbulent air.

The mask was removed, revealing a handsome but pale face.

Blood still lingered at the corner of his mouth, but against the backdrop of the leaping purple flames, he appeared extremely handsome.

Especially those eyes.

Even amidst a devastating storm, even with his body covered in blood, he remained steadfast.

Yu Xiaoheng stood on the shattered arena, holding the Haotian Hammer wreathed in purple flames upside down in one hand.

For some reason, Tang Hao did not continue his attack. The Soul Emperor of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School behind him was stunned for a moment, carefully peered out, and did not urge his captain to make a move.

A full three seconds passed.

The entire Great Soul Arena exploded like a powder keg that had been ignited!

"What is that?!"

"A hammer! He's holding the Haotian Hammer!"

"The Nameless One can really replicate the Clear Sky Hammer!"

The gasps, screams, and gasps of horror from the audience mingled together, creating a sound that nearly lifted the dome of the Great Soul Arena.

These are the sentiments of some ordinary viewers.

But that's clearly not the key point.

In the VIP section.

Tang Wei's body suddenly leaned forward, and his titled power transformed into a wave of energy that swept through the crowd, causing them to stagger and fall.

From the direction of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, all the members suddenly stood up, staring at the young man with flying black hair in the center of the arena, their eyes filled with horror.

The edge of the ring.

Shui Yun'er and Shui Lingxi fell to the ground.

They had not yet seen Yu Xiaoheng's face.

midair.

Tang Hao was originally preparing to forcefully gather his energy and swing the real Clear Sky Hammer down again.

But he was too slow.

It wasn't because his soul power was insufficient, but because his eyes had clearly seen that face.

Tang Hao's arm hung in mid-air, his muscles stiff.

He didn't recognize that face.

But I do know a little about it.

In their previous encounters, Tang Hao had actually made countless guesses in his mind.

He even suspected that Wuming was Yu Xiaoheng.

But Tang Hao suppressed this absurd thought every time.

The abilities displayed by Wuming, whether it be the terrifying purple flames or the completely different martial soul form, can all be explained by the fact that he inherited the power of some unknown god.

Most importantly, Yu Xiaoheng was just a child when he died!

The person in front of me was tall with broad shoulders, and his facial features were mature and strong, as if carved by a knife and axe.

Her appearance has naturally changed drastically compared to that of the child from back then.

but.

That kind of indifferent temperament that comes from the bone.

And between his brows, there were subtle, yet distinct features that belonged to Yu Xiaoheng.

Tang Hao's pupils contracted sharply.

That's none other than someone else.

That's Yu Xiaoheng.

No! That's not right!

How could it be Yu Xiaoheng?