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

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After Yu Xiaoheng returned, his strength increased, and he also gained a strange devouring ability, greatly increasing his terrifying power. But the problem is that he is now protected by a god!

Who can touch him now?

The stands of the lower four sects.

The sect leaders of the Elephant Armor Sect, White Tiger Sect, Wind Demon Sect, and Fire Leopard Sect looked at each other in bewilderment.

They even forgot to breathe.

In today's competition, Wuming first displayed the six-colored elements and Heavenly Punishment Purple Flame as a Soul King, and withstood the Great Sumeru Hammer.

Then Tang Wei disregarded his status and killed him.

Now another six-winged woman has appeared who can instantly kill a Title Douluo.

"Yu Xiaoheng... could it be that no one can touch him anymore?" The sect leader of the Elephant Armor Sect swallowed hard, his voice filled with fear.

The leaders and disciples of the other major forces also looked terrified.

Chapter 414 You're intolerable!

Who wouldn't be scared in that situation?

Look at the arena reduced to ruins, look at Tang Hao panting, and then look at Tang Wei, the Title Douluo who collapsed to the ground coughing up blood.

The sect leaders and elders of the various factions felt a chill run down their spines.

To eliminate this genius, the Clear Sky Sect abandoned all pretense of dignity, with two generations of top experts joining forces to kill him. Although other forces did not intervene, they all fanned the flames from the sidelines, some even secretly hoping that Wuming would die under the Clear Sky Hammer.

Everyone was aware of Wuming's modus operandi.

This kid fights like he's out of his mind. To win, he'll throw all sorts of elements at himself—ruthless and decisive. If he's this ruthless to himself, how could he possibly be soft on his enemies?

Nameless will definitely retaliate.

Originally, although the major powers were wary, they still had confidence.

After all, Wuming is currently only a Soul King.

Even though he possesses the six elements, even though he wields the strange power of the Purple Flame Heavenly Punishment, and even though he has the means to devour the power of others, he has not yet fully grown up.

As long as he remains a Soul King, all the major powers will always find an opportunity to set up a trap and eliminate him in the bud.

But now?

The situation has completely changed.

A god appeared above the nameless man's head.

A six-winged woman, seemingly a deity, instantly killed Tang Hao, who was wielding the Great Sumeru Hammer, and Tang Wei, who possessed nine rings, with just the aftershocks of her descent.

With such a protector, who could possibly harm him?

Who would dare to touch him!

And... Wuming is still Yu Xiaoheng!

This is the most important point!

Wuming was offended quite badly, but Yu Xiaoheng was offended even more severely!

Previously, all the major sects joined forces and actually forced him to his death!

In the corner of the auditorium.

Yu Xiaogang sat in the chair, his face ashen.

He looked at the unharmed figure in the center of the arena, and then at Qian Yuhan in mid-air. He was like a stray dog, having lost all his energy and spirit.

It’s over.

It's all over.

Yu Xiaogang's heart was pounding violently.

But he's still mentally sharp.

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth, not making a sound, nor letting the despair on his face show too obviously.

He lowered his head and shrank into the shadows of the crowd.

The edge of the ring.

"It's over..."

Tang Hao's lips trembled as he murmured something.

In fact, Tang Hao had always had a lingering shadow in his heart: he was afraid of Yu Xiaoheng.

The oppressive atmosphere emanating from Yu Xiaoheng back then was so intense that Tang Hao could barely breathe. It wasn't until later, when Tang San encouraged him with various words, and with Yu Xiaoheng truly "dead," that Tang Hao slowly emerged from the shadows.

From the moment he confirmed Yu Xiaoheng's death, Tang Hao finally established his invincible mindset.

The basis of this mentality is very simple: below Yu Xiaoheng, I, Tang Hao, am the best in the world. Now that Yu Xiaoheng is dead, I am absolutely invincible.

But now, looking at this nameless person protected by the gods...

The images before Tang Hao's eyes began to overlap.

Yu Xiaoheng is alive.

Regardless of the person's name, Tang Hao's subconscious was filled with absolute fear and oppression, which told him one fact.

Yu Xiaoheng is still alive, and has become even more terrifying; even the gods are protecting him.

No one can touch him.

Tang Hao's newly established invincible mentality collapsed at this moment, shattering into nothingness.

100 meters away.

Tang Wei lay amidst the ruins, his chest heaving violently, and he vomited another mouthful of blood mixed with clots.

He struggled to turn his eyes toward the direction of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan.

May God bless Blue Lightning!

A deep sorrow welled up in Tang Wei's heart.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan actually has such a figure. Tang Wei knew that once Yu Xiaoheng, this monster, grew up, the Clear Sky Clan would be completely finished.

If we can't kill him today, we'll just have to wait to die later.

In an instant, all sorts of emotions were on display in the entire arena.

Fear, despair, and despondency.

Various expressions were displayed on the faces of the powerful figures from different factions.

But all of this happened in the blink of an eye.

From the arrival of the golden pillar of light to Qian Yuhan repelling the twin hammers, only a few breaths have passed.

The time was too short, and everyone's brains were in a state of shutdown, unable to make any further reactions.

Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan's Preparation Zone.

They looked pleasantly surprised.

it is good!

Very good!

On the Shui sisters' side.

Shui Yun'er and Shui Lingxi supported each other, their faces flushed with surprise.

Their eyes welled up with tears as they looked at Yu Xiaoheng's tall and straight back.

But apart from them, Bibi Dong, and the others, everyone else was filled with pain and despair, frozen in place, not daring to even breathe.

Above the arena.

Qian Yuhan slowly flapped her six golden wings.

She ignored the ant-like stares of those around her.

Qian Yuhan looked down at Yu Xiaoheng with her eyes fixed on him.

Yu Xiaoheng also raised his head and looked at Qian Yuhan in mid-air.

The two looked at each other.

The holy radiance on Qian Yuhan's face remained unchanged, but her eyes changed.

"I didn't expect that."

Qian Yuhan spoke.

Her voice wasn't loud, but it reached Yu Xiaoheng's ears clearly.

"You are the successor of the Dragon God."

Qian Yuhan looked at Yu Xiaoheng's recently withdrawn aura of the Purple-Gold True Dragon and spoke calmly.

"And, you are like this..."

Yu Xiaoheng frowned slightly.

Qian Yuhan raised her right hand, and golden light gathered in her palm.

"It seems you have grasped the true meaning of the inheritance; sooner or later you will follow in the footsteps of the Dragon God."

Qian Yuhan looked at him.

"With your divine retribution, this world cannot tolerate you."

The light grew brighter and brighter, and the immense pressure belonging to the gods instantly locked onto Yu Xiaoheng.

I'm sorry.

Qian Yuhan uttered the last three words.

She flipped her hand over.