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

A murderous intent suddenly arose.

Qian Yuhan flipped her palm over.

A dazzling pure golden light suddenly erupted in her palm. This was not soul power, but divine power that truly transcended the rules of the Douluo Continent.

Of course, with Qian Renxue's body descending, she would be far from reaching the true strength of a level 100 or above, but at this moment she is already invincible in the Douluo Continent!

The ground cracked open again, and huge ravines spread wildly in all directions.

The golden light rapidly elongated in mid-air, transforming into a giant golden sword a hundred meters long, its tip pointing directly at Yu Xiaoheng below.

Just a moment ago, everyone thought Qian Yuhan had come to protect Yu Xiaoheng, but now they were all immobilized by this divine power.

A corner of the stands.

Yu Xiaogang's lifeless eyes suddenly widened.

He stared at the giant golden sword hanging above Yu Xiaoheng's head, an unnatural flush rising on his pale face, and his breathing became extremely rapid.

"Kill him..."

Yu Xiaogang's eyes gleamed with ecstasy.

"Kill him! So God wasn't here to help him after all! This monster has even angered God!"

As long as Yu Xiaoheng dies here, Yu Xiaogang will still have a chance to turn things around. Luo Buhui's martial spirit is still intact, so he can continue to prove himself.

"Die, brother. A monster like you who controls divine punishment deserves to die in the hands of the gods," Yu Xiaogang muttered to himself.

He didn't know what divine retribution was.

But anyone who hears this word can guess that it must be used to describe Yu Xiaoheng's eerie purple fire!

Chapter 415 How could they be so similar?

In the ruins.

Tang Hao's originally ashen face instantly turned red.

He looked at Qian Yuhan in mid-air, then at Yu Xiaoheng who was about to be killed, and suddenly burst into wild laughter.

"Hahahaha! You're doomed! Yu Xiaoheng, so what if you have great talent? You've offended a god!"

Tang Hao's fear was replaced by a wild, exhilarating feeling. His previously shattered invincible mentality was somehow restored by this scene, giving him a sliver of confidence. It wasn't that Tang Hao was inferior to others, but rather that Yu Xiaoheng was someone even heaven and earth couldn't tolerate.

Then I... am the strongest in this world! Yu Xiaoheng is a bastard!

Tang Wei lay on the ground, panting heavily, a look of relief on his old face.

The Haotian Sect is saved.

With the gods personally intervening, Yu Xiaoheng has absolutely no chance of survival. Under such divine power, this kid won't even be left with ashes.

Preparation zone.

The blush on Shui Yun'er and Shui Lingxi's faces instantly faded, turning them deathly pale.

"Yu Xiaoheng!" Shui Lingxi screamed, tears welling up in her eyes, and tried to rush onto the stage.

But under the suppression of the divine power, she couldn't even lift a finger and could only watch helplessly as the giant sword pressed down little by little.

Shui Yun'er bit her lip, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, desperately trying to activate her soul power, but she couldn't break through the golden divine power seal at all.

Bibi Dong stood not far away, her soul power surging wildly through her meridians, but to no avail. Before the power of a god, the power of a soul master was far too insignificant.

Even the power of the Rakshasa God was hidden within his body at this moment, unwilling to be unleashed.

In the center of the arena.

Yu Xiaoheng looked up at the hundred-meter-long giant sword.

His expression was calm, without any panic. The purple-gold dragon tattoo on his back burst forth with dazzling light, and the divine purple flames and pure lightning intertwined, transforming into a shield of thunder and fire in front of him.

Without saying a word, Qian Yuhan pressed down sharply with his right hand.

The golden giant sword crashed down.

A dark rift was torn open in the space, and a holy light illuminated the entire Soul Arena as if it were daytime.

No one believed that Yu Xiaoheng would survive.

The gap between a Soul King and a God cannot be bridged by any talent or means.

"boom!"

The golden light engulfed Yu Xiaoheng's figure.

The blinding light made everyone instinctively close their eyes. The deafening roar sent shivers down the spines of the entire city.

Tang Hao took a deep breath of air, and a wide smile spread across his face.

Yu Xiaoheng finally died.

The greatest threat to the Haotian Sect, the most terrifying monster of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Sect, was personally wiped out by the gods.

Yu Xiaogang slumped into the chair, utterly exhausted, with tears of emotion even streaming from the corners of his eyes.

"It's finally over..." Yu Xiaogang breathed a sigh of relief.

Just then.

The ground shook violently.

It wasn't the ring that was shaking; the entire city was trembling.

Centered on the Great Battle Arena, dazzling array patterns suddenly lit up underground in the city.

These array patterns, a pure dark gold, intertwined and instantly covered every corner of the city, forming an enormous magic array.

The magic array activated, and violent energy surged like a tsunami, shooting directly into the sky.

"boom!"

A deafening roar.

The pure golden light that had engulfed Yu Xiaoheng was actually torn apart by the surging array energy.

Qian Yuhan's expression changed drastically while he was in mid-air.

The six golden wings on her back suddenly folded together, protecting her in front.

The massive energy pillar slammed into Qian Yuhan's wings.

The sacred radiance dimmed instantly.

Qian Yuhan let out a muffled groan as he was thrown back hundreds of meters by the terrifying force, leaving a long trail of air in his wake before he could barely regain his footing.

The entire room fell silent.

Tang Hao, who had just been laughing wildly, froze on his face.

Yu Xiaogang's hand gripping the back of the chair trembled violently, as if he had seen a ghost.

Yu Xiaoheng stood there unharmed. Although the lightning and fire shield in front of him was shattered, he wasn't missing a single hair.

Before him, the void twisted.

A tall man dressed in black appeared out of nowhere.

The man stood with his hands behind his back, his golden eyes calmly watching Qian Yuhan, who had been repelled.

The man in black simply stood there, and the oppressive aura emanating from him actually suppressed Qian Yuhan's divine aura.

He raised his right hand, his five fingers forming a claw, and slashed fiercely at Qian Yuhan from a distance.

Space was easily torn apart like cloth, and five pitch-black spatial rifts, carrying an aura of destruction, headed straight for Qian Yuhan.

There was no way to retreat.

Qian Yuhan's six golden wings suddenly unfurled, and the dazzling pure gold divine power transformed into a huge light shield, blocking her way.

"Boom—"

The explosion resounded in mid-air, and space shattered inch by inch.

The golden light rubbed violently against the dark crack, bursting out with blinding light, and the aftershocks of energy leveled the ruins below by another layer.

Qian Yuhan's body trembled, and with the force of the explosion, he was pushed backward again, creating a distance of over a hundred meters in the void.

She steadied herself, her golden eyes fixed on the black-clad man standing with his hands behind his back.

As an angelic divine thought that descended to earth, there are very few beings on this Douluo Continent who can force her back with sheer pressure.

"Beast God, Emperor Tian."

Qian Yuhan spoke slowly, his voice vast and solemn, resounding throughout the entire Great Soul Arena.

Upon hearing this name, Tang Hao, who was standing at the edge of the ruins, suddenly looked up.

Tang Wei gasped, which aggravated his injuries, causing him to cough violently.

Beast God, who is that?

But with the word "god" attached, it's definitely not simple!

Moreover, they were on Yu Xiaoheng's side.

Di Tian stood suspended in the void, ignoring Qian Yuhan's words.

He didn't even glance at the angelic spirit again.

With a slight turn of his golden dragon eyes, Di Tian turned around and his gaze fell on Yu Xiaoheng in the center of the arena below.

Yu Xiaoheng was still standing there.

His clothes were torn by the previous impact of the divine power, revealing the ferocious and domineering purple-gold dragon tattoo on his back.

Dark purple flames of divine retribution burned wildly around him.

Purple flames and lightning intertwined, emitting a heart-stopping explosion, and the surrounding ground was instantly reduced to nothingness by the scorching purple flames.

Di Tian looked at Yu Xiaoheng quietly.

A change finally appeared on the calm face of the man in black.

He frowned.