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

Tang Hao roared, his voice like rolling thunder, shaking the rubble on the ground.

How can someone who died so badly that not even a skeleton remains be resurrected?

Tang Hao was convinced that the nameless man must have used some strange disguise technique or a special soul skill to create illusions, deliberately conjuring up Yu Xiaoheng's face to disturb his mind.

Previously, when faced with the Heavenly Punishment Purple Flame, which could even ignite soul power, Tang Hao did indeed feel a sense of retreat and fear.

But now, that fear has been completely replaced by a surge of shame and indignation.

Just now, the five elite teammates brought by Haotian Sect were crushed into five corpses right under his nose.

He is Tang Hao!

He is the youngest Soul Saint in the Douluo Continent today!

Leading the team into battle, only to have five of his own clansmen killed, is an utter disgrace.

"Even if you really are Yu Xiaoheng who crawled out of hell today, I'm still going to smash you to death again!"

Tang Hao gripped the hammer handle tightly with both hands, and his sixth spirit ring shone brightly.

A disheveled cloak!

break out!

The Haotian Hammer, which had originally been enlarged to the size of a house, quickly shrank back to its normal size, but the destructive power contained within the hammer increased exponentially.

The Golden Thunder Bright Light Cup, the immortal herb that Tang Hao had consumed, was activated to its fullest potential at this moment.

The golden-red lightning transformed into tangible plasma, surging wildly across the surface of the Haotian Hammer.

The howling wind blocked all of Yu Xiaoheng's space to dodge.

Tang Hao exerted force from his waist, driving his spine upwards, and the bones emitted a series of crisp cracking sounds.

The power of this strike was enough to reduce the entire arena, including its foundation, to dust.

A pang of regret flashed through Tang Hao's mind as he swung his hammer.

If he had a complete set of soul bones, even if they were just ordinary soul bones of the ten-thousand-year level, his current output would be on another level.

But he didn't.

He possesses only one soul bone with a special function.

It wasn't that Tang Hao couldn't obtain soul bones, but rather that he had extremely high requirements for them, preferring quality over quantity.

More importantly, Tang Hao is not stupid.

Why did Yu Xiaoheng die back then?

Because of his extraordinary talent, numerous trump cards, and unreasonable growth in strength, he ultimately attracted the combined attack of various forces, resulting in his complete annihilation.

Tang Hao took this as a warning.

It only absorbed one crucial life-saving soul bone.

As his thoughts raced, Tang Hao brought his hammer down!

Golden-red lightning, accompanied by a fierce wind, hurtled straight towards Yu Xiaoheng's face.

Yu Xiaoheng stood in the center of the arena, which was littered with debris.

He felt the terrifying pressure coming from above and reached out to touch the shattered remains of his mask.

My identity has been exposed.

Everyone in the room recognized his face.

Yu Xiaoheng grinned, revealing a savage, arrogant smile.

He named himself Wuming (Nameless), refused to acknowledge anyone, and even dared not unleash the full power of divine retribution, fearing that others would follow the clues and guess his true identity.

He turned his martial spirit into a tattoo, covered it with his clothes, and only dared to use the elemental patterns and the power of his physical body to fight.

But now, the mask is shattered.

It wasn't just the aftershocks of the attack, but also because Yu Xiaoheng himself had gone mad!

He didn't want to hide anymore.

I'm done pretending!

He...must win!!

Tang Wei recognized him, Ning Zhenyuan recognized him, and the people from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan also recognized him.

and so……

"I'm not pretending anymore."

Chapter 409 Yu Xiaoheng, Returns!

Yu Xiaoheng stared directly at the Haotian Hammer crashing down from mid-air and uttered these words.

boom!

His third spirit ring, burning with purple flames, suddenly expanded outwards.

Divine Punishment Form, Unleash!

A violent purple flame erupted from Yu Xiaoheng's body, transforming into a pillar of fire that shot into the sky.

Wherever the flames passed, the raging winds that Tang Hao had unleashed were ignited, and the invincible golden-red lightning was burned and forced to retreat.

The power of divine retribution ignored level differences and elemental resistance, relentlessly burning Tang Hao's soul power.

Yu Xiaoheng suddenly ripped off his tattered clothes from his upper body.

On his solid back, the dragon tattoo that had been quietly lying dormant suddenly burst forth with dazzling purple and gold light.

The light broke free from the skin's constraints and rapidly expanded in the air.

Roar!

A thunderous roar that shattered the clouds resounded throughout the entire competition venue.

This is neither a phantom of a martial spirit possessing a body, nor a simple condensation of soul power.

The Purple-Gold True Dragon Martial Soul manifests outside the body!

A real dragon, tens of meters long and covered with hard scales of purple and gold, suddenly coiled up behind Yu Xiaoheng.

The dragon's golden vertical pupils stared intently at Tang Hao above, exuding the supreme pressure of the dragon race. It opened its massive maw, filled with fangs, and rammed headlong into the Clear Sky Hammer.

The purple-gold dragon opened its massive jaws, filled with fangs, and bit down on the Haotian Hammer that was crashing down from above.

Boom!

A deafening sonic boom exploded directly above the arena, and a violent shockwave swept outwards, sending hundreds of pieces of rock flying from the ground.

Yu Xiaoheng stood steadily below the dragon's head, his legs slightly bent, as if rooted to the ground.

At the center of the collision above, the situation completely tilted in Yu Xiaoheng's favor.

The sharp teeth of the Purple-Gold True Dragon were firmly stuck in the dark light of the Haotian Hammer, refusing to give an inch.

The Heavenly Punishment Purple Flame erupted from the third spirit ring, climbing wildly upwards along the dragon's body, sizzling and burning Tang Hao's proud golden-red lightning, causing large swaths of plasma to dissipate in the air.

Yu Xiaoheng's bare upper body was currently enveloped in a strange, blood-gold light.

The light came without warning.

A blood-gold radiance surged from deep within his skin, enveloping his torso and flowing continuously along the meridians on his body.

The light flowed through the broken fire patterns, pierced through the lightning patterns at the half-step ultimate level, and finally gathered continuously into the body of the purple-gold true dragon behind him.

According to Yu Xiaoheng's previous calculations, he was unlikely to gain the upper hand in this head-on confrontation.

He knew very well where his current limits were.

Even if he unleashed the Heavenly Punishment form without reservation, even if the power of Heavenly Punishment could burn soul power regardless of the level difference, the qualitative compensation could not completely bridge the quantitative gap.

His current soul power level is only Soul King.

Tang Hao is the youngest Soul Saint in the Douluo Continent. He not only has the support and amplification of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, but also consumed the immortal herb Golden Thunder Bright Light Lamp and used his sixth soul skill with full explosive power.

Yu Xiaoheng's pre-match expectation for such a full-power attack was to suffer a minor injury, be knocked back, and then seize the opportunity to counterattack.

But now, that strange, blood-gold light has completely defied all logic.

An immense power surged through Yu Xiaoheng's limbs and bones, forcibly elevating his strength, defense, and even soul power output to an incredible level.

Was Yu Xiaoheng surprised?

He wasn't surprised.

He felt only exhilaration!

The speculation was based on his predictions before the match; at that moment, Yu Xiaoheng wasn't thinking about anything.

I was only thinking about...

Break it!

After suppressing his disguise for so long, Yu Xiaoheng let his power surge within him and wanted nothing more than to overturn the broken hammer above his head.

"Get up there!"

Yu Xiaoheng shouted loudly.

The Purple-Gold True Dragon let out a high-pitched roar, and with a powerful swing of its head, it sent the enormous Haotian Hammer and Tang Hao flying together in mid-air.

The shockwave completely dissipated.

The scene at the eye of the storm was clearly displayed before everyone's eyes.

Yu Xiaoheng's face, now completely exposed, was laid bare in broad daylight.

This time, no one in the audience questioned whether he was an imposter.

He is Yu Xiaoheng!

Although he has grown up now and shed the immaturity of a boy from a few years ago, his features have become more defined and strong, and his profile is more profound and mature.

His appearance is indeed a little different from what he looked like back then.