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

Watching Yu Xiaoheng swagger away.

However, Yu Xiaoheng did not leave immediately.

He stood on the edge of the arena, which had shattered into a giant crater.

A sudden, rapid explosion rang out in the air.

Crack!

Yu Xiaoheng's aura surged once again at this moment.

Normally, the battle would be over.

Tang Hao was defeated, and the Seven Treasures Soul Emperor died; the outcome was decided.

Yu Xiaoheng should stop activating his soul power and conceal his aura.

But he didn't.

On his bare upper body, the purple-gold dragon tattoo, which had appeared ferocious due to the battle, now shone with a dazzling luster.

Immediately afterwards, fine golden threads emerged from under his skin.

These gold threads were initially scattered, but in the blink of an eye they became increasingly dense.

Golden threads spread rapidly along the lines of his muscles, climbing like living things and weaving into a dazzling golden network.

"He's still getting stronger!"

Someone suddenly cried out.

"How is this possible? The battle is over, and his physical abilities are still improving!"

It's not just about physical fitness.

All the experts present could clearly sense that the soul power surging in Yu Xiaoheng's meridians had become even purer.

That outward-radiating fighting power seemed endless, climbing higher and higher.

Even the pebbles around his feet were pulverized by the invisible aura.

Yu Xiaoheng stood still and casually stretched his neck.

The bones rubbed together, producing a crisp cracking sound.

He tilted his head and craned his neck, looking directly at the grandstand of the major sects high above.

His gaze swept across the entire room.

Tang Wei knelt on the ground, holding the seriously injured and unconscious Tang Hao in his arms, and his gaze met Yu Xiaoheng's.

Tang Wei is the dignified master of the Haotian Sect. He has roamed the continent for many years and has seen all kinds of storms.

But the moment their eyes met.

A strong sense of lingering fear welled up in Tang Wei's heart.

It's an instinctive reaction when prey is targeted by a top predator, completely beyond the control of reason.

It's not just Tang Wei.

Ning Zhenyuan's hand holding the cane trembled violently, and the sect leaders of the four lower sects subconsciously tried to avoid his gaze.

They did not retreat.

This is not because they have much backbone or willpower.

It was purely because his body was extremely weak and he was completely unable to move due to the suppression.

Followed by.

Yu Xiaoheng took a step forward.

He did not head towards the exit.

He turned around and walked straight toward the VIP stands.

The entire room fell silent instantly.

Everyone was stunned.

What is he going to do?

The sect leader of the Wind Sword Sect stared wide-eyed, panting heavily.

Why did he come back when he wasn't leaving?

"Does he intend to kill us all while we can't move?"

Panic spread rapidly through the stands.

Everyone was terrified.

A monster who had just crippled two powerful individuals with extreme killing techniques was approaching a group of defenseless people.

Yu Xiaoheng stepped on the stone slabs of the ruins, walking up step by step.

The footsteps were slow and rhythmic.

Everyone held their breath, staring intently at his route.

Soon, everyone realized that his target was neither Tang Wei nor Ning Zhenyuan.

He walked straight towards the area where the Spirit Hall was located.

They went towards a thousand streams and a thousand speeds.

Time began to tick away second by second in the stands.

In the quiet environment, only Yu Xiaoheng's footsteps echoed.

despair.

despair.

Qian Xunji sat in the large chair, watching Yu Xiaoheng getting closer and closer.

He's starting to panic.

The scene of Yu Xiaoheng instantly burning away the martial soul and burning through the Soul Emperor's chest with that purple fire was truly shocking.

At this moment, Qian Xunji was so suppressed that he could not move, just like a fish on a chopping board.

If this kid goes berserk and accidentally delivers a vicious blow, I'll be in big trouble.

Chapter 428 Yu Xiaoheng: Let's Celebrate!

However, this panic only lasted for a moment.

When Yu Xiaoheng finally reached Qian Xunji's side and stopped.

Qian Xunji first subconsciously held his breath, and then a strange sense of relief suddenly arose in his heart.

He chuckled to himself.

Qian Xunji secretly mocked himself for overreacting.

Although many powerful figures from major forces are currently suppressed and unable to move.

But who am I?

Pope of the Spirit Hall!

A genuine Title Douluo!

Even if he sits still now and can't release a single soul skill, his protective soul power at the Title Douluo level is still there, and his physical defense foundation is still intact!

No matter how extraordinary you, Yu Xiaoheng, are, or how many miracles you can create.

At best, their current combat strength is only enough to deal with Soul Saints and support-type Soul Emperors.

You want to kill a Title Douluo?

Could Yu Xiaoheng really kill himself?

It's impossible to break through their defenses!

Having figured this out, Chihiro relaxed.

He raised his eyelids and looked at Yu Xiaoheng, who was standing close to him.

Chihiro was completely bewildered.

What exactly is this kid up to?

Instead of taking the opportunity to run away, he deliberately came and stood in front of me.

Not only was Chihiro completely bewildered.

Qian Daoliu, standing beside him, frowned.

Tang Wei and Ning Zhenyuan, who were in the distance, were also completely bewildered, staring wide-eyed at this side.

Under everyone's gaze, Yu Xiaoheng stared directly into Qian Xunji's eyes.

Yu Xiaoheng slowly raised his right hand.

In front of Qian Xunji, Yu Xiaoheng directly opened his palm.

Qian Xunji was stunned for a moment.

what?

What do you mean?

What are you doing with your palms outstretched?

Does he want something? Money? Or some kind of provocative act?

The important figures around them were all dumbfounded, completely baffled as to what Yu Xiaoheng was up to.

Just as Qian Xunji was filled with doubts and was about to ask questions.

Yu Xiaoheng's palm fell down smoothly.

Snapped.