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

"Haotian Sect, smash him!"

The curses wishing him dead rose and fell.

Interspersed among them were a few desperate attempts to dissuade them.

The elders of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect were sweating profusely and shouted, "Don't be impulsive! Run! As long as we're alive, we can always fight again!"

With blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, Shui Yun'er cried out in despair, "Yu Xiaoheng! Stop!"

Stop fighting! Run!

Yu Xiaoheng ignored it all.

He ignored these voices.

His eyes were fixed on Tang Hao in front of him, his pupils focused solely on the black Haotian Hammer.

Tang Hao roared to the sky.

All seven of his spirit rings lit up simultaneously, their light shining brightly.

He pushed his body to its current limit in one go!

Ring explosion!

Tang Hao's seventh spirit ring, which was also his martial soul true body spirit ring, shattered with a crash.

Immediately afterwards, his sixth spirit ring exploded.

The immense energy generated by the explosion of the two high-age spirit rings poured into his body like a flood bursting its banks.

The effects of the Golden Thunder Bright Light Cup, the immortal herb he had previously consumed, were also activated by this violent energy.

Golden-red lightning burst forth from beneath Tang Hao's skin, flowing along his arm and frantically coiling around the Clear Sky Hammer.

The originally heavy Haotian Hammer expanded in size under the power, and the surface of the hammerhead flashed with terrifying golden-red lightning. Each flicker of lightning tore a dazzling crack in mid-air.

The Soul Emperor of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School behind Tang Hao saw through Tang Hao's resolute decision.

The Soul Emperor suddenly bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood directly onto the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

He burned his life once again!

The once dim pagoda suddenly burst forth with an extremely dazzling light, and the Soul Emperor's skin visibly withered away, his hair turning white in an instant. Support energy was relentlessly injected into Tang Hao's body.

Tang Hao's aura surged once again, reaching an unprecedentedly terrifying level.

Yu Xiaoheng continued to charge forward.

His entire body was adorned with flowing gold threads.

The purple-gold dragon tattoo on his back emitted a deafening roar.

At this moment, Yu Xiaoheng's mind was devoid of any calculations or considerations.

He was no longer conscious.

I just do whatever I want.

He could have activated his fifth soul skill—Elemental Absorption—using the storm vortex to devour the energy at the center of Tang Hao's attack, greatly weakening the opponent's desperate strike.

But he didn't do that.

He gripped the Heavenly Punishment Weapon tightly with both hands and charged headlong into the massive Haotian Hammer, which was wreathed in golden and red lightning!

Just as the two deadly moves were about to collide.

A crisp sound emanated from Yu Xiaoheng's body.

What shackles have been broken?

Chapter 423 A Fateful Showdown

Yu Xiaoheng's Golden Dragon Element Body Tempering Technique had originally remained at the second level.

And now, the barrier that had blocked him for so long has collapsed.

However, it did not break through the third level, or rather, it created a new third level, turning the original third level into the fourth level.

The second level of body-refining technique is named "Rage".

A means of enhancing physical strength and emotional well-being through extreme stimulation.

But at this moment, everything has deviated from its original course.

It shouldn't be called rage.

Its real name is Mad Dragon.

This is not the kind of arrogance that is commonplace, but madness.

In ancient times, the Dragon God once dominated the heavens with his invincible power, but behind that supreme divinity lay the most primal tyranny, wrath, and chaos.

Even the Dragon God himself loathed this uncontrollable madness within himself and suppressed it.

They are even willing to destroy themselves.

Under normal circumstances, the lineage left by the Dragon God forbids any inheritor from touching this forbidden area. Doing so would drag the inheritor into an abyss of utter destruction.

But Yu Xiaoheng just happened to touch it.

He not only touched it, but he even achieved a perfect fusion with this crazy power.

Yu Xiaoheng, who always suppressed his emotions with reason and could coldly weigh all the pros and cons in order to become stronger, has lost.

Now appearing is... a monster driven solely by pure instinct and boundless rage.

anger.

An uncontrollable rage.

The resentment and hatred that had been building up in my heart over the years burst forth like a flood.

He hated the Haotian Sect, the Spirit Hall, and all the powerful forces on the continent that would stop at nothing to suppress him in order to maintain their status.

They were even more furious at Tang Hao's deception and fraud.

He was a transmigrator, without any backing or connections on this continent. What terrible price did he pay to survive and become stronger?

Yu Xiaoheng swallowed medicinal herbs and painstakingly trained his body, enduring countless times the pain of his flesh being torn apart. Only through unimaginable efforts did he elevate his talent to a level that would steadily surpass Tang Hao's.

But what gives Tang Hao the right to do so?

Just because he comes from the number one sect in the world? Just because he holds a Haotian Hammer passed down through generations?

What gives this person the right to call himself the number one genius in mainland China?

Deceitful and fraudulent!

Normally, Yu Xiaoheng would never bother to think about these injustices.

Because it's pointless. Complaining and blaming others will only slow him down the speed at which he draws his sword, and anger will only impair his calm judgment.

He locked all these negative emotions in the deepest prison of his heart.

Now, the cage is broken.

Yu Xiaoheng's body exploded in mid-air with a series of firecracker-like sounds.

Countless pure golden threads sprouted wildly from the depths of his bone marrow, piercing through his internal organs, meandering through his meridians, and finally appearing on the surface of his body.

Golden threads intertwined, tightly binding his body, as if he were undergoing a gruesome metamorphosis.

This is a qualitative change at the level of life.

As the power of the raging dragon surged through his body, Yu Xiaoheng's physique received an immeasurable boost that defied conventional understanding. The purple-gold dragon tattoo on his back seemed to come alive, writhing violently in the purple flames and emitting a roar that tore through the clouds.

In his right hand, the Blade of Divine Punishment was fully unlocked.

A layer of frost mysteriously appeared within the purple flames of divine retribution.

Ice, a divine punishment.

The extreme cold, enough to freeze and destroy all life and soul power, spread along the hilt of the sword.

At this moment, the last remaining trace of fighting subconsciousness in Yu Xiaoheng's mind was preparing to mobilize this icy power according to the most reasonable tactics to meet Tang Hao's violent golden-red lightning.

But next second.

Yu Xiaoheng suddenly opened his eyes.

"roll!"

His self-created soul skill, reigning supreme over the world, exploded with a thunderous roar!

A terrifying mental fortitude and physical strength instantly merged, transforming into a powerful pressure that crashed down upon Tang Hao directly in front of him. The space around them rippled visible to the naked eye under the impact of this force.

Immediately afterwards, the fifth black soul ring on Yu Xiaoheng's body shone brightly.

Element extraction.

A huge storm vortex immediately formed in mid-air.

The crowd in the stands, including the powerful individuals who were too injured to move, all thought that Yu Xiaoheng was going to use the same trick again, using this move to absorb the lightning energy on Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer, thereby weakening Tang Hao's fatal blow.

However, everyone was wrong.

The vortex did not engulf Tang Hao.

Yu Xiaoheng pointed the elemental absorption gun at himself.

The raging vortex reversed direction, engulfing Yu Xiaoheng within it.

Extreme lightning, shattered flames, light and darkness... even the boiling and twisting divine punishment power within his body, were all forcibly extracted by this vortex, frantically shredded and compressed at the center of the storm, and then smashed back into Yu Xiaoheng's limbs and bones in a violent manner that was almost self-destructive.

He did not draw strength from the enemy at all.

He is pushing himself to his limits.

The immense energy feedback caused large beads of blood to seep from Yu Xiaoheng's skin, but they were instantly evaporated by the high temperature on his body.

The fourth spirit ring was lit up at this moment.

The black halo instantly contracted, clinging tightly to Yu Xiaoheng's skin.

Burning explosion.