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

But the bone structure of that face, and the arrogance that emanated from its very bones, were absolutely undeniable.

What's more, there's that iconic martial spirit!

Even if someone can change their appearance using strange methods, how could they possibly possess a mutated golden holy dragon at the same time?

Even though his martial soul has now evolved into a purple-gold true dragon, the pure dragon aura, the domineering and unparalleled power attribute, and the identical off-body attack method are impossible to fake.

They share the same physical features, the same martial spirit, the same ferocious power attributes, and the same ruthless and decisive style of doing things.

All correct!

Who else could it be but Yu Xiaoheng, whose body should have been completely destroyed?

The first to break the silence around the ring were the ordinary spectators.

"it is good!"

"That's awesome! Well done, Nameless!"

"A Soul King actually managed to defeat a Soul Saint's Clear Sky Hammer head-on! This is simply a miracle!"

"This martial spirit is too powerful! Smash them! The Nameless Team will win!"

Ordinary viewers have no idea who Yu Xiaoheng is.

They didn't care about the conflicts of interest between the major sects, nor did they know what that face represented.

All they saw was a self-proclaimed nameless Soul Master who, with absolute ferocity, tore apart the prestige of the Clear Sky Sect and pushed back the invincible Clear Sky Hammer.

The entire stadium's regular stands erupted in cheers, a deafening roar like a tsunami.

wonderful!

Absolutely stunning!

But on the other side of the stands, the seats of the various factions were in chaos.

In the Haotian Sect's preparation area, tables and chairs were overturned all over the floor.

Sect Leader Tang Wei suddenly stood up.

Tang Hao tumbled several times in mid-air before regaining his balance. The tiger's mouth of his hands, which were gripping the Haotian Hammer, was cracked, and blood dripped down the hammer handle.

Tang Hao looked down at the figure below, his mind buzzing.

Pride was shattered.

His all-out attack, which he was so proud of, was actually blocked thanks to the blessing of the immortal herb.

Yu Xiaoheng!

It is him again!

A chill ran through Tang Hao's heart.

The monster that was supposed to be wiped out by a combined force has actually returned alive.

In the VIP section of the Spirit Hall.

Qian Xunji leaned forward and squinted.

But now, Wuming has become Yu Xiaoheng?

Qian Xunji was taken aback.

My mind hasn't quite caught up yet.

Yu Xiaoheng must die.

The edge of the ring.

Shui Yun'er and Shui Lingxi stood beside the pile of rubble, supporting each other.

The strong wind tousled their long hair, but the two sisters didn't even dare to blink.

Their eyes reddened as they looked at the broad-shouldered man blocking their way, and at the golden dragon baring its fangs in mid-air.

Shui Yun'er covered her mouth with her hand, tears welling up in her eyes.

Shui Lingxi stood there blankly, her expression dazed.

Chapter 410 Tang Hao: Exploding Rings!

Shui Lingxi's fingers were trembling violently.

She raised her hand and pinched her thigh hard.

pain.

The gust of wind whipped up pebbles from the arena, striking her cheeks and leaving several bloody marks, but Shui Lingxi was like a puppet devoid of pain.

Shui Yun'er stood beside her, biting her lower lip, letting tears stream down her cheeks and into her mouth, filling it with a salty taste.

The two sisters had only one thought in their minds.

Are we dreaming?

How can the dead be brought back to life?

That was Yu Xiaoheng. The one who was besieged and killed by all the major sects on the continent, and whose remains were ultimately deemed to have vanished without a trace.

They had longed to see him again for countless days and nights, but when this living person actually stood before them, with that sharply defined face, releasing that purple-gold dragon, they only felt dizzy.

Did I see it wrong?

Shui Yun'er rubbed her eyes hard and opened them again.

That broad back, bare-chested and enveloped in blood-gold light, still stood in the center of the arena.

the other side.

Bibi Dong stood there, also looking dazed.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with confusion and astonishment.

Even though reason told her repeatedly that the man's facial features, bone structure, unique mutated detached martial soul, and the purple fire that had just ignored her defenses, all these signs were frantically proving that he was Yu Xiaoheng.

But how could that be?

That man who called himself Nameless, wore a mask, and was ruthless and rational to the point of being cold-blooded, would stop at nothing to win the competition.

Is she the same person as her brother Xiao Heng?

Bibi Dong found it absurd.

A dead man, disguised, stands once again on the highest stage of this continent under the nameless.

What exactly did he go through? And how did he survive?

Not to mention the Shui sisters and Bibi Dong.

At this moment, the representatives of various forces who once hated Yu Xiaoheng and even personally participated in the siege around the stands of the entire competition venue were all in chaos.

On the seats of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan, several elders leading the group suddenly stood up straight.

At first, their faces lit up with ecstasy.

Yu Xiaoheng is not dead! The most talented young master in the sect in a hundred years is still alive!

But just a second later, this ecstasy turned into extreme self-doubt.

"No... I must have seen wrong. I must have seen wrong."

An elder named Blue Lightning trembled and stammered.

"With a massacre of that scale back then, how could anyone possibly survive?"

"We're dreaming! Or maybe we've fallen under the illusion spell of a 100,000-year-old spirit-type soul beast!"

The elders looked at each other, and they all saw fear and confusion in each other's eyes.

The scene of that attack was extremely horrific.

Yu Xiaoheng didn't even leave behind a complete corpse.

How could someone who has been reduced to ashes stand here unharmed, or even become more terrifying than before?

Everyone was completely bewildered; the only sound was the whistling of the wind whistling through the gravel.

Until a piercing, almost deafening scream suddenly tore through the air.

"It's fake! It must be fake!"

The source of the sound was Yu Xiaogang, who was slumped on the edge of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan's preparation area.

He had fallen and broken his leg due to extreme fear.

Lin Wan'er tried to reach out to pull him, but Yu Xiaogang pushed her away.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes were bloodshot as he pointed at Yu Xiaoheng in the center of the arena, his features contorted in pain.

For other sects and forces, if Yu Xiaoheng were alive, it would represent a future struggle for interests, a deadly sword hanging over their heads.

But for Yu Xiaogang, this was the collapse of his beliefs!

Since Yu Xiaoheng's death, he has lived in the shadow of his genius older brother, and has even begun to imitate Yu Xiaoheng in a subtle way.

He imitated Yu Xiaoheng's way of speaking and his coldness, trying to prove to the world that even if his brother died, he, Yu Xiaogang, could still become the hope of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

He named his separated martial spirit Luo Buhui.

Yu Xiaogang never regretted it, because only in this way could he become the pride of the sect.

But what if Yu Xiaoheng hadn't died?

If that true genius were still alive, what would Yu Xiaogang's imitations over the past few years amount to?

What a pathetic clown!

A counterfeit that doesn't even deserve its own name!

He absolutely cannot accept that Yu Xiaoheng is still alive!

"Kill him! He's not my brother! He's a monster in disguise!" Yu Xiaogang roared at the top of his lungs.

At the other end of the arena, Tang Hao knelt on one knee in the pile of rubble.