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

Sudden.

Yu Xiaoheng's ears twitched slightly.

A faint sound of clothes rustling through the air came from the dense forest on the right.

The sound was extremely faint; if Yu Xiaoheng hadn't been so perceptive, he wouldn't have been able to detect it at all.

"Who?" Yu Xiaoheng turned his head sharply, his gaze fixed on the dark thicket.

Rou'er immediately became alert and assumed a fighting stance.

The bushes swayed slightly.

Two figures emerged slowly from the shadows, one after the other.

The person on the left wore dark gold armor, was burly, and had short, gray-white hair. The person on the right was thin, wrapped in a long black robe, and held a withered wooden staff in his hand.

Neither of them had any obvious sect insignia.

But as they approached, two overwhelming waves of soul power pressed down on them as if they were real. The surrounding air crackled and popped.

Rou'er's face turned pale, and she was forced to take two steps back by the oppressive force.

"A Title Douluo," Yu Xiaoheng said in a deep voice.

The burly old man stopped and looked down at Yu Xiaoheng.

"The young master of the Blue Lightning Sect, Yu Xiaoheng."

The burly old man spoke. His voice was like a resounding bell, causing the leaves to rustle and fall.

“The High Priest has ordered that we must see you alive or dead. You fled all the way here and even killed our Cardinal. Today you have nowhere to escape.”

The old man in black robes remained silent, gripping his staff tightly as his soul power surged wildly within him.

The Soul Douluo who had been chasing Rou'er was killed by Yu Xiaoheng. His martial soul aura was impossible to conceal, and the news spread over the next few days.

Naturally, this will once again cause a global uproar.

When Yu Xiaoheng defeated Tang Wei, many people felt the terrifying divine power residing in the Sacred Dragon Bone. Under normal circumstances, the various powerful figures might not have realized the magnitude of this power, but after Qian Yuhan, who was clearly a god-level being descended to earth, fought against Di Tian...

The various titles also confirmed that the strength of those two ice and fire dragon shadows was no less than that of Di Tian and Qian Yuhan. People who had come to their senses naturally wondered if Yu Xiaoheng's strength was due to the temporary influence of those two remnant souls...

After all, logically speaking, how could a Soul Emperor possibly succeed in obtaining a title?

However, Yu Xiaoheng's feat of instantly killing a Soul Douluo once again terrified everyone. Perhaps this prodigy is indeed not yet able to directly confront a Title Douluo, but he is already invincible below the Title Douluo level!

Chapter 463 All Cards Revealed, Yu Xiaoheng's Limit

The two Title Douluos from the Spirit Hall pondered, their eyes blazing with murderous intent.

A hint of confidence flashed in the burly old man's eyes.

In their eyes, Yu Xiaoheng was merely a level 64 Soul Emperor. Even with his exceptional talent, he was nothing more than a lamb to the slaughter before two Title Douluos. Taking down a severely injured Soul Emperor should have been an easy task for them.

But this confidence lasted only a moment.

The burly old man and the old man in black robes exchanged a glance, and both of them simultaneously dropped the disdain on their faces.

"Make your move. Don't give him any chance to breathe," the burly old man shouted.

Nine spirit rings simultaneously appeared beneath their feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.

The burly old man's martial spirit was a giant golden-backed bear king. He activated his martial spirit true form, and his size instantly increased to ten meters, his muscles bulging all over his body, resembling a small mountain.

The black-robed elder's martial spirit was a black raven. A pair of enormous wings appeared in the void behind him, with countless black feathers hovering in mid-air like sharp blades.

The two titled Douluo didn't waste any words and immediately used their full strength.

"Rou'er, step back!" Yu Xiaoheng shouted.

A resolute glint flashed in his eyes.

Under normal circumstances, he would have absolutely no chance against two Title Douluos. He wouldn't even have a chance to fight back.

If you want to survive, you have to play your last card.

hold head high--

A loud dragon roar echoed through the mountains and forests.

Yu Xiaoheng's soul power erupted. The Purple-Gold True Dragon Martial Soul rose into the air from behind him. A giant purple-gold dragon, more than ten meters long, coiled in mid-air, exuding a noble dragon's might.

Six spirit rings slowly rose from beneath his feet.

Purple, black, purple, black, black, red.

When the crimson 100,000-year spirit ring appeared, the pupils of the two titled Douluo contracted sharply.

"A 100,000-year soul ring?!" The burly old man was shocked. Even if he knew beforehand, which soul master could easily accept this?

"Don't hold back, use the ninth soul skill directly!" The black-robed elder sensed the deadly threat and shouted shrilly.

Yu Xiaoheng didn't give them any time to react.

The lightning patterns within his body lit up instantly.

Golden-blue lightning surged forth from his meridians. Immediately afterward, the 100,000-year-old soul ring shone brightly.

"Heavenly Dragon Annihilation Strike!"

Yu Xiaoheng drank loudly.

This is his strongest burst combo: a fusion of Extreme Dragon Meteor and Sky Dragon Shadow.

His right arm bone emitted a dazzling golden light. A colossal phantom of an ancient golden holy dragon burst forth from the void and hovered above his head.

Yu Xiaoheng instantly compressed the lightning element within his body, as well as the ultimate power of his martial soul.

A pure beam of destruction shot out from his hand.

The golden holy dragon phantom above its head simultaneously opened its massive maw and spewed out a beam of annihilation that was a perfect replica.

The two beams of light converged in mid-air, forming a terrifying strike powerful enough to pierce through spatial barriers. They hurtled straight towards the two Title Douluo.

"Ninth Soul Skill, Golden Bear Shakes the Heavens!"

The burly old man roared. His ninth black spirit ring lit up. The enormous phantom of the Golden-Backed Bear King clasped its hands together, and layers of thick, dark golden barriers blocked its way.

"Ninth Soul Skill, Dark Raven Meteor Array!"

The old man in black robes also unleashed his strongest attack. Countless black feathers gathered into a massive tornado, meeting the beam of destruction head-on.

Rumbling--

The deafening explosion uprooted trees covering thousands of square meters in the surrounding area.

The violent energy surge spread outwards like a blade. A huge trench, over ten meters deep, was plowed into the ground. Soil mixed with wood chips flew through the air.

The black-robed old man's crow tornado lasted for less than two seconds before it was completely pierced through.

The beam of light continued its relentless advance, striking the burly old man's dark gold barrier with tremendous force.

Click.

The barrier shattered.

The burly old man screamed in agony as his massive body was blasted away, crashing through more than a dozen ancient trees before coming to a stop. His chest armor was completely shattered, and he coughed up mouthfuls of blood.

The old man in black robes was also thrown off balance by the aftershocks of the explosion. His staff slipped from his hand and crashed heavily to the ground, leaving him disheveled and in a sorry state.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

The two titled Douluo struggled to get up from the ground.

They were severely injured, but being experts above level 90, they managed to withstand the attack thanks to their powerful soul energy.

"That's all he's got going on!"

The burly old man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashing with ruthlessness.

"To be able to unleash a 100,000-year-old soul skill, his soul power must have been completely drained. He's a cripple now. Kill him!"

The old man in black robes picked up his staff and glared at Yu Xiaoheng through gritted teeth.

According to their intelligence, Yu Xiaoheng was able to defeat Tang Wei thanks to this earth-shattering strike. Such a powerful combination technique places an extremely heavy burden on the caster. Even a Title Douluo would be weakened after using a 100,000-year-old soul skill.

Yu Xiaoheng, a level 64 Soul Emperor, could not possibly release it twice in a row.

They're guaranteed to win.

When they looked up at Yu Xiaoheng, who was standing at the edge of the pit.

The two of them froze.

Yu Xiaoheng stood there, and the 100,000-year soul ring beneath his feet flashed with a dazzling red light once again.

The ancient golden holy dragon phantom that had just dimmed above its head roared once more, shaking the heavens and earth. Its body solidified again.

An aura of destruction, powerful enough to annihilate the world, is gathering again in Yu Xiaoheng's hands.

"He...he can still release?!" the black-robed old man screamed in disbelief.

This is the information gap that Yu Xiaoheng possesses.

In his previous match against Tang Wei, he only used a combination attack once. Everyone thought that was his limit.

Unbeknownst to them, with his level 64 cultivation and powerful physical foundation, he could unleash two 100,000-year soul skill combinations in succession.

"Get out of here!"

Heavenly Dragon Annihilation Strike. Second strike.

The ultimate dragon's fall and the celestial dragon shadow merged once again.

An even more ferocious beam of annihilation, with overwhelming force, crashed down on the two already severely injured Title Douluos.

"Do not--"

The burly old man opened his eyes wide in anger, frantically mobilizing the last of his soul power in an attempt to defend himself.

The beam of light instantly engulfed them.

The massive explosion completely leveled the forest. A blinding light illuminated the entire night sky.