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

Won!

A team of unknown origin, composed of Soul Masters from the City of Slaughter, single-handedly defeated the combined forces of the Clear Sky Sect and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!

That's Tang Hao! A genius with the combat power of a hundred thousand years! And that's a team fully amplified by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!

They were all defeated by one person.

what does this mean?

This means that the champion of this competition has been decided!

The nameless team is the champion!

Tang Hao survived.

But saving his life meant he had to withdraw from the competition.

The outcome is decided.

Everyone knows the rules of the competition: whoever falls out of the ring loses, and whoever loses the ability to fight loses.

As for the Soul Emperor of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, he had long since turned into a headless corpse in the ruins.

The enthusiastic cheers from the stands lasted only a few seconds before being abruptly cut off by an invisible force.

A sense of oppression.

Amidst the ruins.

Yu Xiaoheng slowly turned around.

His bare upper body was bulging with muscles, and the purple-gold dragon tattoo on his back glowed faintly with his breath, while the golden threads swirling around him danced in the gale.

Purple divine fire burned quietly in the scorched earth beneath his feet, crackling and popping against the rocks.

Whether it was the sect leader high above in the stands or the ordinary spectators sitting on the periphery, no one made a move at this moment.

They wanted to scream, to whisper among themselves, and some even wanted to flee out of fear.

But it's impossible.

Everyone's body was frozen in place, their legs felt as heavy as lead, and even breathing became extremely cautious.

Tang Wei held Tang Hao, whose fate was unknown, in his arms.

This sect leader of Haotian Sect, who had dominated half his life, could only swallow his defeat at this moment.

The Haotian Sect has been defeated.

Having consumed all the immortal herbs, Tang Hao had revealed all his trump cards and could only flee in disarray with his soul bone, leaving behind not even a polite remark.

Ning Zhenyuan trembled all over as he stared at Yu Xiaoheng in the arena.

He wanted to seek justice for the Soul Emperor who died in his sect and wanted to kill him immediately, but he knew very well that this match was a fair and square duel.

However, many powerful individuals remain incapable of taking any action.

Yu Xiaoheng remained calm, completely unconcerned about what others thought of him.

He strode forward, stepping on the scorching hot gravel, and walked step by step toward the center of the field.

The once flat arena had been transformed into a huge crater by the intense collision, leaving only a towering rock pillar in the center that had not yet collapsed.

Yu Xiaoheng exerted force with his feet and leaped onto the rock pillar.

Yu Xiaoheng looked down from his high vantage point, surveying everything around him.

The eyes of tens of thousands of people in the audience involuntarily followed his movements and looked up.

All the top experts and all the ordinary people looked up.

No one spoke.

It was like witnessing a grand coronation ceremony.

It was as if a monarch ascended the throne on the blood of geniuses.

Chapter 426 is too fast!

The silence in the stands was broken by heavy breathing.

At first, there were only one or two rapid breaths.

Immediately afterwards, a chorus of gasps filled the entire viewing platform.

As a result, the temperature rose sharply.

The audience's brains finally started working again.

When they recovered from their extreme shock, they discovered something even more terrifying.

The most terrifying thing is not that Wuming or Yu Xiaoheng defeated Tang Hao.

That's right, Tang Hao's loss was indeed extremely outrageous.

Tang Hao is the youngest Soul Saint in the Douluo Continent, and he also has the amplification of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the number one auxiliary martial soul in the world.

Defeating Tang Hao like this is nothing short of a miracle.

However, for many veteran powerhouses present, this was not entirely unacceptable.

A Soul Master in the front row swallowed hard and spoke in a trembling voice.

Do you still remember Yu Xiaoheng from back then?

The people around them turned their heads in a daze.

"At that time, he was just a Soul Master."

"But he forcefully crippled Yang Wudi, the patriarch of the Po clan."

"That battle was absolutely brilliant. At the time, we all thought it was the limit that the Soul Master world could achieve, but now it seems... Yu Xiaoheng's limit is far more than that!"

and so……

Today, Yu Xiaoheng defeated Tang Hao. Although it was exaggerated and outrageous, given the precedent of crippling Yang Wudi back then, people subconsciously felt that... it wasn't entirely impossible for a real monster to achieve this level!

However, the Soul Master paused for a moment, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.

"But the scariest thing isn't that he won."

"It's time!"

The moment the word "time" was uttered, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

Correct.

time.

He spent too little time!

So little it's despair-inducing!

The sect leader of a minor sect shouted it out.

"One move..."

"He only used one move!"

"He used only one move to break through the combined attack of Tang Hao and the Soul Emperor of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

"Then, without any pause, he used another move to instantly kill the Seven Treasures Soul Emperor."

"Then, he easily crushed Tang Hao."

"How long has it been since the two collided head-on, and Tang Hao fled in disarray?"

Everyone began frantically calculating in their minds.

It only took a few breaths.

The battle was over before they even had time to cheer for the golden-red lightning that Tang Hao unleashed.

This devastating speed brought about fatal problems.

This is also the issue that truly terrifies all major powers.

The major powers had already reached a consensus.

Yu Xiaoheng's talent is too great; he must die.

Even if he does win the match in the ring, so what?

Tang Wei was sitting there.

Ning Zhenyuan was sitting there.

The sect leaders of the four lower sects, as well as the top experts from the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire, were all sitting in the stands.

Once the competition ends and some time has passed, these important figures will catch their breath and will definitely break off all pretense of civility, ignoring the rules of the competition and swarming forward to kill Yu Xiaoheng on the spot.

This is also the source of the confidence that the major sects have.

But now?

Everyone turned their heads in unison to look at the VIP stands high above.

Tang Wei knelt on the ground.

Ning Zhenyuan leaned against the fence.

Those bigwigs who were originally prepared to commit murder all collapsed in their seats.

They can move.

But it can only move.

Under the combined suppression of Di Tian and Qian Yuhan.

Tang Wei tried to stand up straight, but his legs were shaking like a leaf.

He could barely get up and had no fighting ability whatsoever.

Ning Zhenyuan's face turned deathly pale, and he couldn't even summon the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

All the experts who were about to make a move were now completely incapacitated.