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

Shouldn't he be dead?!

In the VIP section.

A few seconds later.

Finally, Tang Wei, the sect leader of Haotian Sect, stammered out three words.

"Yu Xiaoheng?!"

Tang Wei's voice changed, filled with unconcealed shock.

Back then, he witnessed Yu Xiaoheng's death with his own eyes.

He didn't even leave behind a complete skeleton!

"Sect Master, what did you say? Who is that?" The Haotian Sect elder standing to the side was completely astonished.

Tang Wei ignored him.

If it really is Yu Xiaoheng, then the terrifying talent and bizarre abilities he displayed today would be a catastrophic disaster for the Haotian Sect.

A murderous glint appeared in Tang Wei's eyes.

Even if it really was Yu Xiaoheng, he couldn't wait to rush off the stage and kill that little beast again with his own hands!

But reason told him that this was impossible.

How could someone who is completely dead return to the world after so many years?

While there are indeed legends of resurrection in Douluo Continent, how could someone possibly come back to life when their body is gone and they've turned into a ball of flame?

On the other side.

The exquisite teacup in the hand of Ning Zhenyuan, the master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, crashed to the ground.

"How come he looks so much like Yu Yuanzhen's eldest son..."

Ning Zhenyuan muttered to himself.

He rubbed his eyes and looked again at the arena in the center of the storm.

His black hair flew in the wind, and his face was handsome.

Those eyebrows and eyes, those strong features, clearly resembled what Yu Xiaoheng would look like when he grew up.

How can two people in this world look so alike?

The area of ​​the Spirit Hall.

Qian Xunji frowned deeply.

He certainly recognized the face.

"Yu Xiaoheng? It's actually him?"

Qian Xunji quickly shook his head.

"impossible."

He immediately dismissed the absurd idea.

The Spirit Hall's intelligence network spans the entire continent. Yu Xiaoheng died back then, and his remains were never found.

He was posthumously granted the title "Hidden Dragon".

Even if a legendary god descended, it would be impossible to bring a non-existent person back to life and turn him into a monster capable of fighting Tang Hao head-on in the arena.

However, they were not the ones most affected by the event.

On the seat of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan.

Countless elders went limp after the tremor.

There was a hint of tears welling up in her eyes.

"Xiao Heng..."

Some disciples were even more surprised and doubtful.

"That's the eldest young master?!"

"My God, the young master isn't dead? He's back?!"

"How is this possible!"

Even if they dreamed that the sect's most brilliant genius was still alive.

Even though they desperately hoped that Yu Xiaoheng could lead the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan back to the top.

But reason tells me otherwise.

Young master, you're really dead!

People from outside the sect might suspect that Lan Dian is a fake, but doesn't Lan Dian himself know that?

The person is really gone!

Chapter 408: The Most Unacceptable Episode

Among the Blue Lightning team, there was one person who reacted the most excessively.

Yu Xiaogang suddenly took a step back, his calf slamming into the hard wooden chair leg with a dull thud.

"impossible!"

Yu Xiaogang pointed at the arena below and shouted.

He stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in the eye of the storm, feeling as if the blood in his body had stopped flowing and his hands and feet were cold.

fear.

In Yu Xiaogang's heart, only the purest fear remained.

How could Yu Xiaoheng still be alive?

Absolutely not!

Others may not know, but Yu Xiaogang himself knows best how he has survived these past few years.

When Yu Xiaoheng died, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's sky collapsed.

To uphold the sect's reputation, to gain his father Yu Yuanzhen's approval, and to silence the elders, Yu Xiaogang desperately tried to change himself.

He forced himself to imitate his older brother.

Yu Xiaoheng never panics when faced with major events, while Yu Xiaogang practices maintaining a blank expression in front of a mirror.

Yu Xiaoheng resorted to any means to become stronger, so Yu Xiaogang forced himself to undergo brutal training and make decisions that were rational to the point of being cold-blooded.

He even imitated Yu Xiaoheng's tone of voice and his elder brother's methods of handling sect affairs.

He gradually erased his original self.

And risking his life to refine resources, barely keeping up with soul power cultivation.

Finally, he succeeded.

His father looked at him with admiration, the elders of the sect began to bow to him, and when outsiders mentioned the heir of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, they no longer felt only contempt and regret, but also a sense of awe.

Yu Xiaogang had long since let it go in his heart.

He admitted that his older brother was indeed stronger than him, with far greater talent, and that he couldn't catch up to him even if he tried.

But what does it matter?

My older brother is dead.

The burden of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's future ultimately rests on Yu Xiaogang's shoulders alone. He is the sect's only hope now, the sole focus of the spotlight.

The hatred that arose when my martial spirit awakened has long since vanished.

But now, who is that person standing in the ring?

If Yu Xiaoheng comes back!

Then what is Yu Xiaogang?

A stunt double who lives by imitating the dead?

A useless second brother who can only hide in the shadow of his eldest brother and pick up the scraps left over by others?

Yu Xiaogang was panting heavily, trembling, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Lin Wan'er stood aside, looking at Yu Xiaogang's dejected appearance, and felt a pang of sorrow in her heart.

She quickly stepped forward and grabbed Yu Xiaogang's arm.

"Xiao Gang, don't get agitated," Lin Wan'er gently comforted him. "If that really is your older brother, and he has escaped death and returned, isn't that a great thing for you and for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"

"Go away!"

Yu Xiaogang suddenly swung his arm and roared.

The force of the blow sent Lin Wan'er flying. She lost her footing and stumbled back several steps before crashing into the railing.

Lin Wan'er was terrified.

She stared blankly at the man in front of her.

According to their usual pattern of getting along, if Yu Xiaogang lost his temper and got angry, he would quickly come to his senses, walk up to her, and apologize gently with a face full of remorse. In other words, Yu Xiaogang had never lost his temper with her.

Lin Wan'er stood still, waiting for Yu Xiaogang to come over.

However, Yu Xiaogang didn't even glance at her.

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang stared at the arena, his facial features completely distorted, his face contorted in a ferocious expression.

Above the arena.

Tang Hao was forced to remain suspended in mid-air by the purple fire wings, and the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

He heard the gasps from the stands around him and saw clearly the face belonging to Yu Xiaoheng at the center of the storm.

But Tang Hao gritted his teeth.

"Playing tricks!"