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

He actually came back.

Tang Hao's heart pounded as he looked at Yu Xiaoheng, who was so close to him.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School Soul Emperor standing behind Tang Hao was in a worse situation than Tang Hao.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda spun rapidly in the Soul Emperor's palm, its aura barely maintaining its output.

The Soul Emperor was panting heavily.

The pressure is too great.

With each step Yu Xiaoheng took closer, the Soul Emperor felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him.

The support-type Soul Masters of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School were already physically weak. Now, facing a monster that was an incarnation of divine punishment, his legs were trembling.

"stop!"

Tang Hao opened his mouth, forcing out the words in an attempt to maintain the composure of the situation.

But when he spoke, even he himself could hear the cowardice in his voice.

Yu Xiaoheng completely ignored him.

He closed the distance again.

seven steps.

Five steps.

As the distance decreased, the terrifying aura emanating from Yu Xiaoheng increased exponentially.

The Heavenly Punishment Purple Flame blazed fiercely on his right arm, distorting and warping the surrounding air. This purple flame disregarded level differences; anything that touched it would burn away the Martial Soul and Soul Rings.

A violent aura surged forth like a tsunami.

The purple-gold dragon tattoo on Yu Xiaoheng's back came to life as his muscles bulged.

The Clear Sky Hammer in Tang Hao's hand emitted a faint hum in the face of this aura.

It is fear.

"Go for it! Smash it!"

Amidst the ruins, Tang Wei roared impatiently. He couldn't stand Tang Hao's indecisive look.

but.

Tang Hao's body was out of control.

Faced with that violent aura that rushed towards them like an angry dragon.

Facing that monster that could withstand even the pressure of gods.

Tang Hao stepped back with his right foot.

A soft "snap" sound.

It stands out starkly in the ruins.

He took a step back.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School Soul Emperor standing behind him suddenly contracted his pupils.

If even the core leader has left, what will he rely on to keep going?

The Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda held in the palm of his hand shook violently. The halo that was already barely maintained was now even dimmer and without light, and the channel for outputting soul power had been forcibly cut off by the violent aura surging from the front.

The humming sound emanating from the tower had a mournful quality to it.

Yu Xiaoheng continued walking forward.

In Tang Hao's vision, the young man's body was being torn apart by a terrifying presence.

Yu Xiaoheng's figure seemed to rise infinitely taller and magnify infinitely in their perception.

Tyrannical, destructive, and reckless.

It was a completely insane and monstrous dragon.

It perched atop the ruins, every single purple-gold dragon scale fully unfurled, purple flames spreading along the scales, dyeing the entire sky the color of apocalypse.

The Soul Emperor of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School collapsed to the ground, his legs giving way.

He tilted his head back and opened his mouth wide, but couldn't utter a single sound.

He saw it too.

The monstrous dragon slowly lowered its enormous head, its vertical pupils, burning with purple-gold light, indifferently looking down at them.

Pure destructive desire.

It's as if it wants to set the whole world on fire!

Chapter 422 Tang Hao: I Want to Be Number One in the World!

There was an uproar.

Extremely harsh insults erupted from every corner of the stands.

"He withdrew? Tang Hao actually withdrew!"

"The youngest Soul Saint on the continent was actually scared back a step when facing a Soul King!"

"He is the hope of the Clear Sky Sect, wielding the number one weapon spirit in the world, coward!"

A barrage of vulgar insults poured into Tang Hao's ears. Those who had initially supported the Clear Sky Sect were now hurling insults at him.

Tang Hao's facial muscles twitched.

The instinct to back down was instantly overwhelmed by a strong sense of shame.

He gripped the Haotian Hammer tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

He wants the title of the world's number one genius!

He cannot back down! If he were to be frightened into running away with his tail between his legs by a Soul King in front of everyone today, he, Tang Hao, would never be able to hold his head up again, and the reputation of the Clear Sky Sect would be ruined.

To stand at the pinnacle of the continent and prove oneself, one must step over the corpse of this monstrous genius before one's eyes to ascend to the top.

Tang Hao gritted his teeth and forcefully suppressed the surging urge to retreat within him, stopping his retreating steps.

He exerted force with both legs, and the chassis seemed to take root in the ruins.

Ready to fight.

In the stands, many people noticed Tang Hao's earlier display of weakness and realized that he was putting on a brave face.

However, nobody thought Yu Xiaoheng could win.

The difference in their levels is too great; it's an insurmountable chasm.

Even if we take a step back and assume that Yu Xiaoheng truly created an unprecedented miracle today and defeated Tang Hao in one fell swoop, he would absolutely be courting death.

Battles always take time, right? What will you do when all those powerful figures who have been eyeing you recover?

This battle was filled with a sense of destiny.

But in everyone's eyes, this was destined to be another battle that would cost Yu Xiaoheng, the prodigy, his life.

Many people, watching the figure walking forward step by step on the main stage, recalled a scene from a few years ago.

That was the case back then too.

Yu Xiaoheng, with the strength of the Soul Sect, fought Yang Wudi of the Breaking Clan to death. A generation of genius fell, and the future patriarch of the Breaking Clan was reduced to a cripple.

Now, Yu Xiaoheng has only advanced from Soul Master to Soul King, but he is facing Tang Hao, who is stronger than Yang Wudi and has a more top-level martial soul!

Moreover, Tang Hao has a Soul Emperor from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School behind him, ready to burn his life force at any moment!

He's going to die again.

Seeing Tang Hao regain his footing at the edge of the ruins, Tang Wei burst into laughter. He wasn't worried that Tang Hao would lose; as long as Tang Hao dared to fight, victory would definitely belong to the Clear Sky Sect.

On the other side, within the Spirit Hall's camp.

Qian Xunji and Qian Daoliu looked down at the arena from their elevated position.

Qian Yuhan, possessing the body of the young Qian Renxue, had already issued a kill order. They were now extremely focused on Yu Xiaoheng.

The halo of the divine messenger naturally vanished.

However, unlike Tang Wei and the others who were simply stunned and unable to move, these two, and even the experts of the Spirit Hall, were also seriously injured and had no ability to move or fight for a short period of time.

We could only watch helplessly as everything unfolded.

Fortunately, they understood that the moment Yu Xiaoheng chose to stay and fight, his fate was sealed.

However, looking at the young man below, surrounded by purple flames and exuding overwhelming power, yet still determined to confront the Soul Saint head-on, Qian Xunji couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.

It's truly a case of heaven being jealous of talent.

Such an amazing person is going to die here today.

Wait, why did you say "again"?

On the main stage.

Yu Xiaoheng ignored all the stares from the outside world.

The power of divine retribution within him was operating wildly.

Purple flames surged through his veins, and the power that could burn away all soul skills and physical entities spread directly from his right arm to his palm.

The divine weapon within my body is unlocked.

A long-handled battle blade, entirely formed from purple flames, took shape in Yu Xiaoheng's hands.

An aura of destruction pulsed along the blade, and the surrounding air crackled and popped as the force scorched it.

Yu Xiaoheng exerted force with his feet, and the ground instantly collapsed, creating a large crater. He transformed into a streak of purple-gold light and rushed straight towards Tang Hao.

The wind howled in his ears.

As he charged forward, he listened to the various shouts coming from the stands.

"Die, monster!"