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

Qian Daoliu looked up towards the direction of the giant pit.

Inside the giant pit, the Black Dragon King's enormous body was rapidly shrinking, transforming back into human form.

Di Tian knelt on one knee at the bottom of the pit.

He had a huge, bloody hole in his chest, and golden flames were still burning at the edge of the wound.

One of his arms had completely disappeared, vaporized directly by divine power.

Di Tian gasped for breath, black blood gushing from his mouth.

He lost.

This clone, which was teleported here by the dark gold magic array, has had its original source completely shattered and is on the verge of collapse.

Di Tian stared at the Spirit Hall members in the distance.

"What a powerful angelic thought..."

Di Tian's body began to become transparent, and large patches of black light emanated from his body.

He turned his head and looked behind him.

There, Yu Xiaoheng was still standing in the same spot.

The dark purple flames of divine retribution were still burning on Yu Xiaoheng's body, and the purple-gold dragon tattoo on his back exuded a violent pressure.

Di Tian looked at Yu Xiaoheng, a look of extreme resentment flashing in his eyes.

He failed to take the Dragon God's successor with him.

His clone was about to shatter, and he was powerless to do anything more.

"The Spirit Hall".

Di Tian raised his head, his voice piercing through the ruins and echoing throughout the entire Tian Dou City.

"I will remember this debt."

"One day, the wrath of the Star Dou Great Forest will raze your Spirit City to the ground!"

The words fell.

Di Tian's body completely shattered.

It turned into countless black fragments, which were swept up by the remaining dark gold magic array light and directly pulled into the spatial rift.

The formation shattered, and the light dimmed.

Di Tian was forced to retreat.

In the center of the battlefield, it was eerily quiet.

The ground was covered with ruins, and not a single intact brick could be found.

Qian Xunji lay at Qian Daoliu's feet, coughing up blood continuously, too weak to even stand up.

The six titled Douluo suffered an even worse fate; three died on the spot, and three were seriously injured and unconscious. The Spirit Hall's top combat power was almost halved.

Qian Daoliu held Qian Renxue in his arms, his face pale.

Although the angelic divine sense repelled Di Tian, ​​he knew that the Spirit Hall had suffered a great loss this time.

What's even more terrifying is...

The battle is over.

But the aura emanating from the ruins of the Great Battle Arena had not dissipated at all.

The divine light and oppressive aura, along with the extreme darkness belonging to the Beast God Emperor, intertwined in the air, creating a terrifying pressure.

This oppressive force locked down an area spanning several kilometers.

Tang Wei, Ning Zhenyuan, Qian Xunji, Qian Daoliu...

The team from the Four Elements Academy, along with experts from various sects.

Everyone remained frozen in place, in a suppressed posture.

Rou'er, far away, was also slumped against the broken wall, unable to lift even a finger.

No one could move an inch.

There was one exception.

The main arena.

This area had long been shattered, with the ground riddled with deep trenches and giant craters torn apart by soul skills.

Yet, even in this dilapidated area, not a trace of oppressive aura emanated.

Before Di Tian was defeated and collapsed, he transformed his last strength into an invisible barrier, protecting this small area.

At this moment, there are only three people on the arena.

Yu Xiaoheng.

Tang Hao.

And there was also that Soul Emperor from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

In a deadly situation where all the powerful figures in the arena were suppressed, the three of them remained completely unaffected, their movements entirely unrestrained.

At the edge of the broken wall in the distance.

Rou'er collapsed in the pile of rubble.

She was powerless in her limbs, and her chest heaved violently from the aftershocks of the oppressive force, but her gaze swept across the entire area with remarkable sharpness.

Qian Xunji lay on the ground like a puddle of mud, coughing up blood continuously.

Of the six Title Douluos sent by the Spirit Hall, three lay dead, and three were seriously injured and unconscious.

As for Qian Daoliu and the experts from other sects, they were all firmly pinned to their spots by the oppressive aura, unable to even easily activate their martial spirits.

Rou'er suddenly turned her head and looked at Yu Xiaoheng in the center of the arena.

His eyes blazed with ecstatic joy.

The elite combat force of Wuhun City is completely wiped out!

All the top experts in the arena were firmly controlled!

But Yu Xiaoheng can move!

"Yu Xiaoheng!"

Rou'er strained her neck and shouted towards the arena.

"The Spirit Hall members are all locked up!"

"Qian Xunji is seriously injured, and those old monsters can't even lift a finger!"

Rou'er took two quick breaths.

"Run!"

Chapter 420 Isn't he leaving?

Rou'er's screams echoed at the edge of the ruins.

The sound reached the main arena.

Tang Hao gripped the Clear Sky Hammer tightly, golden-red lightning leaping wildly across its dark surface, emitting ear-piercing booms. This was a unique phenomenon he exhibited after consuming the Golden Thunder Bright Light Lamp.

He stood still, chest out, chin slightly raised, pointing the Haotian Hammer, which weighed several thousand kilograms, straight ahead.

This is the fearless attitude of the top experts and the successors of the number one sect in the world.

But only Tang Hao himself knew that his palms, which were gripping the hammer, were covered in cold sweat.

He stared at Yu Xiaoheng's back, and couldn't help but feel a secret joy.

Run!

Since everyone who knows you is telling you to run, then run! If you leave this arena, this fight won't have to continue!

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School Soul Emperor behind Tang Hao was still panting heavily, and the nine-colored halo still enveloped Tang Hao, providing him with a continuous boost of power.

Based on the theoretical combat strength, Tang Hao's current condition is actually quite good. Although the previous series of battles were intense, the final burst was forcibly interrupted by external forces. His soul power is still abundant, and more importantly, his trump card for this competition—the Soul Ring Explosion—has not yet been detonated.

He was supposed to explode after encountering Yu Xiaoheng, but Qian Yuhan interrupted his attack during the charging period.

Yu Xiaoheng must have run out of tricks. He only has five spirit rings, and he has used them all. Theoretically, he cannot possibly have any hidden power left.

By any measure, Tang Hao should have won.

But Tang Hao didn't dare to make a move.

He was afraid.

From the earth-shattering purple flames that Yu Xiaoheng unleashed, to the manifestation of the purple-gold dragon tattoo, and then to the light that cleaved through space... the potential and terror that Yu Xiaoheng displayed had already exceeded Tang Hao's comprehension.

What if we lose once the fight starts?

Tang Hao could endure the severe physical injuries, but he resisted facing the mental collapse. If, with the assistance of a Seven Treasures Soul Emperor, he were still defeated head-on by someone younger and with lower cultivation than himself, Tang Hao's beliefs would be shattered.

He absolutely could not accept this outcome.

So Tang Hao chose to perform. He wanted to use words to drive the other party away.

Outside the arena, in the ruins where the remaining pressure from Di Tian and Qian Yuhan held them captive, the hearts of the powerful figures from various forces were also churning violently.

Qian Daoliu was pinned to the spot, his usually calm face now filled with terror and anxiety. Lord Qian Yuhan had issued a kill order to eliminate this heretic who had inherited the tyrannical Dragon God's power. But now, most of the Spirit Hall's high-level combat force had been killed or wounded, and the remaining members couldn't even summon their Spirit Souls.

They could only watch helplessly as Yu Xiaoheng gained the ability to move.

The elders of the Spirit Hall were so anxious that their eyes were bloodshot, but they were powerless to do anything about it.

Representatives from the Tian Dou and Xing Luo kingdoms slumped in the pile of rubble, sighing repeatedly.

"He got away..." A nobleman from the Heavenly Dou Sect gritted his teeth, filled with helplessness. "As long as he takes one step out of this Great Soul Arena today, who in the world can stop him?"

Tang Wei knelt on one knee, the Clear Sky Hammer pressing heavily against his side. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, but his mind was racing.

We absolutely cannot let this kid leave alive!