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

Yu Xiaoheng didn't delve any deeper into the matter. He suppressed all his emotions and calmed the restlessness of the ancestral spiritual power in his mind.

He took a step and walked forward silently.

Rou'er immediately followed.

The two figures quickly disappeared into the dense shadows of the trees.

……

Sunset Forest. A hidden passage to the southwest.

The night wind rustled through the treetops.

Yu Xiaogang walked at the very front of the group.

Chapter 465 The Smile Disappears...

Yu Xiaogang struggled to walk, each step feeling like dragging a heavy burden.

Moonlight filtered through the leaves, illuminating his snow-white hair.

He was so young, yet his full head of white hair made him look like an old man.

"Cough-cough-"

Yu Xiaogang suddenly bent over and coughed violently.

A mouthful of dark red blood sprayed onto the ground covered with fallen leaves.

Lin Wan'er had been staying close to him, and upon seeing this, she immediately stepped forward and took his arm.

"Xiaogang, take a break." Lin Wan'er's eyes were red, and her voice was trembling with tears.

Yu Xiaogang pushed Lin Wan'er's hand away.

He raised his sleeve and hastily wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The burning pain inside his body was tearing at his nerves. It was the backlash left by his embezzlement of three Bloodthirsty Dragon Sunflowers and his forced increase of his soul power to level forty-nine.

His internal organs were extensively burned, and his lifespan was severely depleted. He could feel his life force draining away at an alarming rate.

"We can't rest." Yu Xiaogang straightened up.

He turned his head and looked at the group following behind him.

Even the elites of the Blue Lightning Sect above the Soul King level were mentally exhausted.

They had all changed into night clothes, their bodies reeking of blood from their breakout. This was the last remaining strength of Thunder Mountain, the last force the Blue Lightning Sect could muster.

……

Outside the forest at sunset. East.

A large post station established by the Heavenly Dou Empire was temporarily requisitioned.

The tents were brightly lit.

The tents were brightly lit.

A huge tactical sand table was placed in the very center.

The area was filled with generals of the Heavenly Dou Empire and key figures from various factions.

The Clear Sky Sect didn't send many people this time. There was only one Title Douluo elder wearing a gray robe, plus Tang San and Tang Hao.

Tang Hao sat in a large wooden chair. A glass of strong liquor sat on the table in front of him.

"The remnants of the Blue Lightning Sect won't last long." A general from the Heaven Dou Empire pointed to the markings on the sand table. "The outer post stations have been completely sealed off. The Star Luo Empire's heavy troops have blocked the retreat route to the south. The Spirit Hall's elite forces are also closing in. Yu Xiaoheng has no way to escape."

The elder of Haotian Sect stroked his beard and nodded, saying, "Even if a level 64 Soul Emperor has a 100,000-year Soul Ring, he would have ruined his physical body long ago by continuously overusing it. Sunset Forest is full of dangers, and he would bleed to death just by doing that."

The general turned to look at Tang Hao.

"Brother Tang Hao, you are the youngest Soul Saint on the continent, and you've even fought against Yu Xiaoheng before. What do you think?"

Tang Hao picked up his wine glass, forced a smile, and tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"The elders and the general are right." Tang Hao nodded vigorously. "He is doomed. No one can escape this inescapable net."

Those around him echoed his sentiments, creating a relaxed atmosphere inside the tent. Everyone was discussing how badly Yu Xiaoheng's body would decompose when it was finally found.

Tang Hao laughed along with everyone else.

He laughed loudly.

But his hand holding the glass was trembling. The wine spilled out of the glass and onto the back of his hand.

Tang Hao had absolutely no idea what to expect.

He consumed the immortal herb, the Golden Thunder Bright Light Lamp, which greatly increased his strength. Once he unleashed his full power, he could unleash golden-red lightning, making his attacks extremely terrifying. Even the titled Douluo elders praised his talent.

But as soon as Tang Hao closed his eyes, Yu Xiaoheng's image would appear in his mind.

Facing him, I lost my second spirit ring, as well as my talent and brilliance. Before that, I was completely numb from losing in the competition!

Will Yu Xiaoheng really die in Sunset Forest?

Tang Hao swallowed hard, feeling his back drenched in cold sweat. He was extremely uneasy. An instinctive fear coursed through his veins. He couldn't believe Yu Xiaoheng had died so easily.

I simply couldn't believe it.

A commotion suddenly broke out outside the tent.

Before the guards could even announce their arrival, the tent flap was violently ripped open.

Two figures stumbled in.

The laughter inside the tent vanished instantly.

All eyes were on the two of them.

They didn't have any sect markings on them, but the soul power fluctuations they emitted were those of genuine Title Douluos.

However, they look extremely miserable now.

The man on the left had a horrifying hole in his chest, his skin and flesh charred black, blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushing out. The man on the right had lost an arm, the stump charred beyond recognition, even the edges of the bone melted by some extremely high-temperature force.

The Haotian Sect elder suddenly stood up. The wooden chair behind him fell to the ground with a dull thud.

"You two... what's wrong?" The elder stepped forward.

These two were the nameless titled Douluo sent by the Spirit Hall to hunt down Yu Xiaoheng.

The one-armed Douluo slumped into a chair, panting heavily. The army doctor rushed over with his medicine box, but Douluo pushed him away.

“Yu Xiaoheng…” he gritted his teeth and uttered these three words.

The audience was silent.

General Tian Dou stared wide-eyed and asked urgently, "Did the two seniors encounter Yu Xiaoheng? He... his last stand before his death actually injured the two seniors?"

"Before he died?" The Douluo with a hole in his chest laughed bitterly. "Who told you he was going to die? The two of us let him escape."

Tang Hao's hand trembled, and the wine glass fell to the ground and shattered.

A level 64 Soul Emperor drove away two Title Douluos?

The Haotian Sect elder's face turned ashen, and he loudly retorted, "How is this possible! You are all Title Douluos! What is he? Even if he has a 100,000-year soul ring, it's impossible for him to cross such a huge level gap!"

The one-armed Douluo raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.

"If you don't believe me, go and try it yourself." He pointed to the wounds on his body.

A collective gasp of astonishment filled the tent.

The one-armed Douluo continued, "When we caught up with him, he was indeed seriously injured. But as soon as we engaged in combat, he unleashed a combination technique of his 100,000-year spirit ring and spirit bone."

"The main body releases a beam of destruction, and above its head, a huge phantom of an ancient golden holy dragon spews out a beam of light of equal power. The two forces merge together."

“That was an absolutely devastating, penetrating blow,” the Douluo with a hole in his chest replied. “My ninth soul skill, Defense, was like paper in front of that beam of light. Just one strike and we were in this state. If Yu Xiaoheng’s level hadn’t been so low, we would be dead by now.”

After hearing their descriptions, the laughter and joy that had filled the tent vanished.

The flag in the hands of the Heavenly Dou general fell onto the sand table. Representatives from various factions looked at each other in bewilderment.

Tang Hao slumped into a chair, his lips turning white.

All his previous anxieties have now become reality. Not only is Yu Xiaoheng not dead, but he can even unleash the power to repel a Title Douluo.

"He's so badly injured, yet he still dares to use such a trump card. Isn't he afraid of exploding and dying?" The Heavenly Fighting general was sweating profusely.

Chapter 466 Tang San: Yu Xiaoheng is definitely loyal and righteous.

“He’s gone mad.” The Haotian Sect elder’s face was contorted. “But what is he after? Running into the depths of Sunset Forest is a dead end.”

"That's not a dead end."

A young voice rang out inside the tent.

Tang San stepped out from behind the crowd.

He walked straight to the sand table and focused his gaze on the center of the Sunset Forest.

Tang Hao looked up and asked, "Xiao San, what did you figure out?"

Tang San stretched out his hand and pointed his fingertip at the area marked as poisonous miasma in the center of the sand table.

“He didn’t run around.” Tang San said calmly.

The Heavenly Dou general frowned: "That's the most dangerous place in Sunset Forest, shrouded in poisonous miasma year-round. Even a fully-fledged high-level Soul Master wouldn't last long. Is he going to his death?"

Tang San shook his head.

“Others would be going to their deaths, but he’s going to find a way to survive.” Tang San looked around at everyone. “There’s a special place there called the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eye.”

The Haotian Sect elder was completely bewildered: "What is that?"

"A treasure trove blessed by nature. The environment there is extreme, only suitable for the growth of top-grade immortal herbs and poisonous plants." Tang San stared at the terrain on the sand table. "Yu Xiaoheng has been continuously activating his 100,000-year-old soul skill, and his physical body and soul power are on the verge of collapse. Ordinary medicines are simply not enough to save him. He can only go to find immortal herbs."

Tang San's deduction was completely wrong. Yu Xiaoheng's background meant that he didn't need to worry about his physical body collapsing due to excessive activation of the 100,000-year soul ring.

But the conclusion is correct.

Yu Xiaoheng desperately needs strength...