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

He raised his fist.

Above their heads, Tang Wei's massive black hammer, carrying the full power of a Title Douluo, crashed down heavily.

Directly in front, Tang Hao, with the help of the medicinal power of the Golden Thunder Bright Light Lamp, pushed the power of the Great Sumeru Hammer Ring Explosion to its peak, and golden-red lightning tore through the air.

A desperate situation.

Yu Xiaoheng's rational mind was frantically issuing warnings.

Even with the fusion of multiple attributes, it's still a desperate situation!

Chapter 413 A Divine Intervention! Protecting Yu Xiaoheng?

Given Yu Xiaoheng's consistent character, after completing the fusion, even if it meant using the power of divine retribution and risking serious injury, he should have already retreated explosively, using the impact of the explosion to escape. As long as he's alive, he can always make a comeback.

Even if the chances of escaping are slim, you shouldn't just wait to die! That's courting death!!

This is Yu Xiaoheng's desperate struggle to survive, resorting to any means necessary!

But he didn't want to back out.

I don't want to at all.

My heart was pounding violently in my chest, and my blood was like boiling magma.

Why are you running? Why are you running?

Yu Xiaoheng raised his head, his eyes fixed on Tang Hao and Tang Wei.

He wanted to crush the power that the Clear Sky Hammer was so proud of in front of all the forces on the continent. He wanted to utterly humiliate the Clear Sky Sect!

Tang Wei is no match for him, but Tang Hao is much closer!

What do you mean by "the number one sect in the world"?

What do you mean by the youngest number one genius in the world?

Yu Xiaoheng grinned, revealing his blood-stained teeth.

Tang Hao's current reputation is only due to the events following his death.

In the Douluo Continent, there were no heroes, only scoundrels who rose to fame!

"Come!"

Yu Xiaoheng shouted loudly.

The collision is about to happen in the next instant.

however.

There was no fight.

The previously dim sky above the arena suddenly brightened.

A golden beam of light slammed into the very center of the arena.

The beam of light landed precisely in the middle of Yu Xiaoheng, Tang Wei, and Tang Hao.

Time seemed to stand still for that brief moment.

That was a power beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Tang Wei's downward strike, his ninth soul skill, along with the Haotian Hammer as large as a mountain, seemed to crash into an insurmountable divine mountain the moment it touched the golden pillar of light.

The violent black light dissipated.

Tang Wei's eyes widened. He felt an overwhelming, immense force flowing into his body through the hammer handle.

"puff--"

Tang Wei spat out a mouthful of blood, his tall body flying straight out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the ruins a hundred meters away.

At the same time.

Tang Hao's Great Sumeru Hammer also crashed into the golden light.

The golden-red lightning on his body was originally extremely turbulent, but under the golden light, it was like a spark encountering a flood, having no room to struggle, and was extinguished instantly.

The hammerhead of the Great Sumeru Hammer shattered instantly, cracking into countless fissures.

The immense backlash caused the bones in Tang Hao's arms to crack with a sharp, cracking sound. He screamed in agony as he slid backwards along the ground, carving a furrow several meters deep before finally coming to rest on the edge of the arena.

one strike.

It was merely the aftershock of the beam of light descending.

Tang Wei, a nine-ring titled Douluo, along with Tang Hao, who had consumed immortal herbs and wielded the Great Sumeru Hammer, were defeated.

Everyone held their breath, staring blankly at the golden pillar of light in the center of the arena.

The golden light slowly receded.

A woman's figure appeared in the light.

She appeared to be in her early twenties, tall and with stunning beauty. Her long, golden hair cascaded down her back, and she wore a set of shimmering golden armor.

What is most striking is the six enormous wings that unfold behind her.

Its wings fluttered gently, scattering specks of golden light.

Sacred, noble, and vast.

Thousand Feathers Cold.

God of Angels.

She resided within the body of the young Qian Renxue, constantly needing Yu Xiaoheng's vast power of light to nurture her. The two even used a near-dual cultivation method to continuously push Yu Xiaoheng's light attribute to its extreme.

At this moment, for Yu Xiaoheng's sake, Qian Yuhan directly took control of her body and descended into the world in the form of an adult woman.

God intervened.

Qian Yuhan hovered in mid-air, looking down at Tang Wei and Tang Hao who were lying on the ground.

She didn't speak, but turned her head to look at Yu Xiaoheng, who was standing still.

Yu Xiaoheng slowly retracted his fist, and the purple-gold dragon on his back also dissipated its six-colored light patterns, turning into a tattoo that reattached itself to his back.

His clothes concealed his tattoos, and outsiders could only sense the still-fluctuating soul power within him.

Yu Xiaoheng breathed a sigh of relief.

In the VIP section.

Pope Qian Xunji of the Spirit Hall suddenly stood up, his knee knocking over the table in front of him.

Six-winged angel!

Did Lord Qian Yuhan finally make a move?

Tsk!

Chihiro's jaw clenched so tightly it clicked.

He wouldn't care if it was just saving Wuming, but Yu Xiaoheng... deserves to die!

Qian Xunji was extremely frustrated, but he dared not act rashly in the slightest. Before the gods, he, the pope, could only bow his head.

The stands on the other side.

Bibi Dong was already on the verge of despair.

As the golden light descended and the oppressive aura dissipated, her legs went weak, and she collapsed into her chair.

Bibi Dong was panting heavily, her back soaked with cold sweat.

She looked up at the ring.

The nameless one was still standing.

Standing there unharmed.

Bibi Dong's eyes welled up with tears, and her vision blurred.

Regardless of whether Wuming was actually Yu Xiaoheng, Bibi Dong felt at peace as long as she saw him alive. She looked at the golden-armored, six-winged woman in mid-air, a sense of awe rising within her.

This woman came to save him.

Behind the ring.

Shui Yun'er and Shui Lingxi supported each other, their soul power completely drained.

Shui Yun'er's face was pale, but her eyes shone with an extremely bright light.

"Sister... he's not dead." Shui Lingxi's voice was weak, filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.

"Yes." Shui Yun'er looked at Yu Xiaoheng's back. "He won."

Without hesitation, they poured all their soul power into this man, risking their lives.

Now, they've won their gamble.

Haotian Sect's preparation area.

All the elders and disciples of the Haotian Sect stood up, their faces ashen.

Their proud sect leader, Tang Wei, a nine-ring titled Douluo, was actually blasted to the ground by a beam of light, causing him to cough up blood and collapse.

Their sect's most brilliant genius, Tang Hao, who wielded the Great Sumeru Hammer, lost both arms before he could even deliver a single move.

"Who exactly is that person..." An elder's voice trembled, and he could no longer hold his cane.

No one could answer him.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School area.

Ning Zhenyuan slumped into a chair.

To assist Tang Hao, he ordered a precious Seven Treasures Soul Emperor to overdraw his life force for amplification.

He originally thought that with two top experts from the Haotian Sect joining forces, killing Wuming would be a piece of cake.

But what he saw shattered his perception.

God has really intervened again!!