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

I'm destined to be an emperor, to be incredibly arrogant, and to live the life of a wish-fulfillment novel!

Normally, he would ignore his subconscious desires, but now... Yu Xiaoheng can do whatever he wants!

Yu Xiaoheng exerted force with all five fingers.

"Click".

The 100,000-year-old sacred dragon bone made a crisp sound in his hand, and the golden light instantly turned into a viscous liquid, which flowed into his body through his palm.

He forcibly began the refining and absorption process.

"Madman!" the ancestor roared.

The next second, Tang Wei's attack came rushing over.

A violent black light engulfed Yu Xiaoheng's figure. The destructive power swept across the entire Great Soul Arena, and the deafening roar caused everyone present to temporarily lose their hearing.

When the ancestors discovered that Yu Xiaoheng was facing such a life-or-death crisis, they dared not hesitate for a moment longer.

He quickly mobilized his remaining strength.

Previously, in Sunset Forest, the ancestor had told Yu Xiaoheng that he had the ability to fight once or twice.

If he doesn't act now, Yu Xiaoheng will truly be shattered to pieces.

"I will move you out of the room and make you give up absorbing!" the ancestor shouted, trying to persuade Yu Xiaoheng.

Golden light shone through the black storm of destruction, and space began to distort as the ancestor prepared to forcibly teleport Yu Xiaoheng to a safe place.

But Yu Xiaoheng had already crushed the Sacred Dragon Bone.

No need to switch positions.

There is no need to run away.

"Open!" Yu Xiaoheng shouted angrily.

The power of the soul bone, the power of the soul ring, and the remnants of the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings all manifested between heaven and earth.

This power...

That's too overpowered!

The 100,000-year-old sacred dragon bone transformed into a pure golden torrent, breaking through the lightning armor on Yu Xiaoheng's body and merging with the purplish-gold divine punishment fire.

A sacred aura erupted into the sky like a volcanic eruption.

Putting aside everything else, the power unleashed by the Sacred Dragon Bone alone was already stronger than the explosive power of Tang Wei's ninth soul skill, which was now combined with his Martial Soul True Body.

Tang Wei stood in mid-air, gripping the giant hammer with both hands, feeling an irresistible force surging from below. His most powerful and prized attack was beginning to shatter inch by inch before this golden power.

"This is impossible!" Tang Wei exclaimed, his eyes wide open.

Immediately afterwards, the Soul Bone's mechanism was triggered.

The soul power between heaven and earth surged wildly.

The power of the previously formed 100,000-year soul ring, also known as the Golden Sacred Dragon Soul Ring, descended with a thunderous roar.

Above the Great Battle Arena, the clouds were torn apart.

A colossal, indescribably massive phantom of a golden holy dragon soared through the sky. Its golden scales shone like the blazing sun, and its pure dragon might swept across the land.

Below, the purple-gold dragon tattoo on Yu Xiaoheng's back came to life.

A purple-gold light shot into the sky, transforming into a purple-gold holy dragon phantom, echoing the golden holy dragon in the sky.

Two dragons meet.

The earth-shattering roar of the dragon resounded throughout Wuhun City.

Tang Wei's giant hammer was forced into mid-air by the impact of the two dragons converging, and could no longer be pressed down even slightly.

But it's not over yet.

As Yu Xiaoheng's power was fully unleashed, the temperature of the world began to change drastically.

Extreme cold and extreme heat arrive at the same time.

Half of the air was frozen with frost, while the other half was engulfed in flames.

Under everyone's gaze, two even larger, more ancient and majestic dragon phantoms appeared at the end of the sky.

One red, one blue.

The two dragon kings, one of ice and one of fire.

These two are truly god-level beings!

Even if they were just remnant souls, even if they were just projections of the power that formed the soul rings, the pressure they exuded made all the titled Douluos present feel their legs go weak.

Everyone, including Tang Wei, was forced to retreat under this divine pressure. The elders of the Haotian Sect even collapsed to the ground, their faces deathly pale.

What's even more astonishing is that these two god-level ice and fire dragon king phantoms did not display any arrogant attitude after they appeared.

They lay prostrate in mid-air, bowing their noble heads.

They are showing their allegiance to that purple-gold sacred dragon.

Suddenly, the entire Wuhun City underwent a tremendous and bizarre phenomenon.

The sky was completely enveloped in golden light, dazzling and spectacular.

Beyond the sky above this grand arena, ice blue and fiery red divide the entire world in two, their colors complementing each other.

The strange phenomenon in the sky completely overwhelmed all the noise.

In the center of the Great Soul Arena, the pure golden dragon shadow formed from the bones of a 100,000-year-old holy dragon collided head-on with Tang Wei's towering hammer.

The moment the two made contact...

It was pure crushing.

The golden dragon shadow pierced through the chaotic black light covering the giant hammer's surface. The dark golden patterns crumbled inch by inch, and the lightning was brutally torn apart by the golden power of bone and blood.

"Click—"

The Haotian Hammer in Tang Wei's hand let out a mournful cry, unable to bear the weight any longer.

The enormous recoil force rolled back along the hammer handle.

Tang Wei's hands instantly exploded from the tiger's mouth, splattering blood. Under this tremendous force, he was like a bird struck by a boulder, flying straight back dozens of meters before crashing heavily into the ruins of the stands.

The mighty Haotian Sect Master, a titled Douluo, had his deadly attack shattered head-on by the power unleashed from a single soul bone.

But this is just the beginning.

In the sky, the phantom formed by the 100,000-year-old golden holy dragon soul ring let out a long roar.

Golden light cascaded down like a waterfall.

Faced with this pure dragon's might, tens of thousands of spectators in the stadium held their breath.

A large number of Soul Masters below level 60 fell to their knees uncontrollably, unable to even lift their heads.

Yu Xiaogang collapsed behind a broken wall. His detached martial soul, Luo Buhui, seemed to have encountered its natural enemy, shrinking tightly within his body, not daring to leak even a trace of soul power. Yu Xiaogang gasped for breath, his eyes staring blankly at the sky.

"What kind of power is this..." Yu Xiaogang's voice trembled.

At the same time, the purple-gold dragon rose from the ground and soared into the sky.

It raced alongside the Golden Sacred Dragon in the air. The two supreme dragon auras intertwined, transforming into visible golden waves that swept outwards from all directions of Martial Soul City.

Chapter 434 Yu Xiaogang: Is he courting death?

Wherever the blast wave passed, the buildings along the way swayed as if made of paper.

On the high platform of the Spirit Hall.

Several cardinals were forced to retreat by this oppressive force, and some even coughed up blood and fainted on the spot.

Bibi Dong stood firmly.

But... the Rakshasa divine power within his body was constantly trembling.

Ning Zhenyuan's face turned deathly pale. His Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul appeared uncontrollably, but it trembled violently under the dragon's might, its light dimming to the extreme.

"Sect Master!" several disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School exclaimed in surprise.

Ning Zhenyuan gritted his teeth, stubbornly refusing to kneel down: "A miracle...this is a miracle!"

Just when everyone thought this was the pinnacle of power.

Real fear has descended.

At the edge of the sky, the red and blue lights suddenly shone brightly.

The aura of ice and fire instantly drained the surrounding air.

On the ruins of the Great Arena to the left, a ghostly blue frost spread wildly. The hard stones were cracked from the freezing, and thumb-sized, icy blue snowflakes drifted down from the air. The temperature plummeted to a chilling level.

Shui Lingxi and Shui Yun'er hugged each other tightly. Even though they were water-attribute soul masters, their lips still turned purple from the extreme cold.

The area on the right, however, had been transformed into a hellish landscape.

Crimson flames suddenly erupted from nowhere. The stones on the ground melted rapidly, turning into dark red lava that flowed across the earth. Even the air itself was distorted and warped by the heat.

Two enormous dragon phantoms, large enough to cover half of Wuhun City, emerged fully from the red and blue light.

Ice Dragon King.

Fire Dragon King.

The oppressive aura of the two god-level remnant souls was unleashed without reservation.

At this moment, even a titled Douluo could not remain standing.

Tang Wei had just struggled to his feet from the ruins. When that divine pressure landed on his shoulders, his legs buckled violently, his bones grinding under the weight, and he almost collapsed to his knees.

His proud Haotian True Form appeared utterly ridiculous in front of these two deities.

"Impossible..." Tang Wei's eyes widened.

"That's absolutely impossible!!!"

The elders of the Haotian Sect had already collapsed to the ground, their faces ashen.