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

"Monster... what the hell is this thing?!" Tang Wei gritted his teeth, the broken giant hammer in his hand trembling.

He thought he had already won!

But now, Yu Xiaoheng is not only not dead, but his aura is even ten or a hundred times more terrifying than before!

Tang Hao looked at the sky, his face filled with despair.

He didn't believe that Yu Xiaoheng could defeat Tang Wei and escape at this moment; he was simply in despair...

It was as if his spine had been broken.

Tang San slumped down not far from Tang Hao.

Pope Chihiro suddenly stood up.

The two sisters, Shui Yun'er and Shui Lingxi, hugged each other, tears streaming down their faces.

"Yu Xiaoheng didn't die! He pulled through!" Shui Yun'er gasped for breath, her legs buckled and she knelt on the ground.

Bibi Dong stood to the side, her clenched fists loosening, her palms covered in cold sweat.

On the other side, in Lan Dianzong's seat.

The Blue Lightning Sect elders, who had been weeping just moments before, all stopped sobbing, their mouths agape, staring blankly at the sky.

Yu Xiaoheng suddenly opened his eyes.

From within its brilliant golden vertical pupils, the Heavenly Punishment Purple Flame erupted forth in an instant.

Above Yu Xiaoheng's head, the wind and clouds changed color.

Where the previously dissipated purple-gold pillar of light had been, a dense crimson light began to condense.

"What the hell is that?"

The powerful figures from various factions exclaimed in surprise.

The crimson light surged wildly in the air, drawing in the Heavenly Punishment Purple Flame and the streams of light from the six elements, which served as the furnace for tempering. As the elements were absorbed and circulated frantically, the crimson light began to stretch and extend, eventually connecting end to end.

Countless people looked up at the sky.

"Red...red..."

midair.

Blood-red formation.

A 100,000-year soul ring has been formed!

"One hundred thousand years..."

Tang Hao murmured to himself.

Compared to Yu Xiaoheng, he was nothing.

Tang Wei also took a half step back.

The feeling of timidity vanished from Tang Wei's mind in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, the murderous intent that had surged to its peak overwhelmed the cowardice.

This kid reshaped his physical body by self-destructing and even created a 100,000-year soul ring.

If we let him walk off the stage alive today.

What will Haotian Sect use to stop him in the future?

Tang Wei caught a glimpse of Tang Hao, who had fallen to the ground, out of the corner of his eye.

Seeing his son's distraught state, Tang Wei felt a surge of resentment.

Tang Wei cursed:

"Hao'er! Stand up!"

"You are the future hope of our Haotian Sect! We cannot let our spirit be broken here!"

"It's just a 100,000-year soul ring!"

"Watch how your father will smash him to pieces today!"

Tang Hao looked up blankly, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Tang Wei stopped wasting words.

He bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the cracked Haotian Hammer in his hand.

The essence and blood were infused into the hammer.

The cracks on the hammerhead were forcibly suppressed.

"Yu Xiaoheng!"

Tang Wei roared at the top of his lungs.

"I don't care what evil magic you used to reshape your body!"

"I don't care how you got that 100,000-year-old soul ring!"

"You must die here today!"

Tang Wei's eyes were bloodshot. Ignoring the churning injuries within his body, he forcibly squeezed out the soul power from his dantian.

Nine spirit rings rose again beneath his feet.

Two yellow, two purple, five black.

The seventh black spirit ring instantly burst forth with dazzling light.

Tang Wei shouted:

"Seventh Soul Skill!"

"Martial Soul True Form!"

The Haotian Hammer in his hand swelled with the wind.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a colossal hammer that could support the heavens.

The giant hammer, its surface covered with black patterns, hung above Tang Wei's head with the imposing force of Mount Tai.

The remaining ground of the Great Battle Arena collapsed in large areas under this immense pressure.

The strong wind whipped up pebbles from the ground and flung them wildly in all directions.

Tang Wei did not stop.

The last black spirit ring lit up immediately afterward.

Ninth Soul Ring!

This is the most crucial killing move of a Title Douluo.

There was no probing.

Tang Wei unleashed his full power once again.

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The deafening roar was like the sky collapsing.

The massive hammer atop Tang Wei's head swelled in size once more as the dark light of his ninth spirit ring infused it.

On the hammer, the black luster that was originally just some patterns has transformed into a substantial stream of light, like giant black pythons swimming across the surface of the hammerhead.

Tang Wei's attack was completely unrestrained.

He wanted to smash Yu Xiaoheng, along with the newly formed 100,000-year soul ring, into a pulp.

At the edge of the ruins of the Great Soul Arena, powerful figures from various factions stared at the figure in the center of the arena.

Looking at Yu Xiaoheng, who was suspended in mid-air and surrounded by the six elements and the Heavenly Punishment Purple Flame, everyone's eyes were filled with a look of extreme regret, yet also a sense of entitlement.

Everyone present was a high-level Soul Master.

They were well aware of the ironclad rules governing Soul Master cultivation.

The symbolic power of a 100,000-year spirit ring and the ability to use it for one's own benefit are two completely different things.

Yu Xiaoheng was ultimately just a Soul Emperor.

Even if he reshaped his physical body using those strange methods, even if he created a 100,000-year soul ring, his total soul power still has a limit.

A Soul Master can only mobilize so much power from their meridians, bones, and dantian.

Faced with the merciless ninth soul skill of a titled Douluo, the Soul Emperor's realm is an insurmountable chasm.

He couldn't stop him.

Absolutely unstoppable.

This is a consensus in everyone's mind.

After a brief moment of shock, a hint of hesitation flashed through the minds of many.

Yu Xiaoheng has created too many miracles today.

From the divine punishment purple flames burning everything, to the self-destruction of his physical body, to the six-colored flames reshaping his body, and finally, the creation of a 100,000-year soul ring.

Would someone like that really be killed with a single blow?

But the idea was rejected by everyone themselves as soon as it arose.

Many people even chuckled to themselves.

how can that be possible?

Tang Wei is the master of the Clear Sky Sect and a top-tier Title Douluo of this era. He forcibly activated his Martial Soul True Body and Ninth Soul Skill despite his internal injuries. Such power is something that even a Title Douluo of the same level would not dare to withstand head-on.

How could a Soul Emperor survive?

Jue Qiandao stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the devastated scene below.

Qian Daoliu looked at the young man enveloped in six-colored light and shook his head inwardly.

What an amazing talent!