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

Tears streamed down her cheeks uncontrollably.

The drops either fell onto the soil or were directly evaporated by the ever-growing crimson flames on her body, turning into wisps of white smoke.

Yu Xiaoheng looked at her quietly.

He didn't expose her clumsy pretense.

I didn't point out the flaws in her excuse.

The secret passage was very quiet.

All that could be heard were the faint crackling sounds of the flames burning and the patter of water droplets falling from the cracks in the soil.

Yu Xiaoheng felt as if his chest cavity was filled with something.

It was so heavy that he could hardly breathe.

My mind went slightly blank.

A sharp pain spread through my meridians to every part of my body.

"never mind."

Yu Xiaoheng finally spoke.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Rou'er was stunned for a moment.

The smile on her face froze, and tears still clung to the corners of her eyes.

"What do you mean, 'let it go'?"

She didn't understand the meaning of those two words.

Yu Xiaoheng opened his eyes again, staring fixedly ahead.

"Fine, I mean it when I say fine."

He leaned against the wall, trying to straighten his body.

"I have other ideas."

Upon hearing this, Rou'er immediately became anxious.

What are you still trying to prove?

"What other options are there now?"

She pointed upwards.

"Don't you know how strong those three people outside are?"

"We're completely trapped, with nowhere to turn!"

"If you keep dragging this out, we'll both die here!"

Chapter 482 Yu Xiaogang's Desperate Situation?

Yu Xiaoheng felt a throbbing pain in his head.

Forced into this desperate situation and hearing these words, he felt a surge of anger.

"I am not the hope of any soul beast at all."

Yu Xiaoheng raised his voice, directly interrupting Rou'er.

He stared at the tear-streaked face, his tone irritated.

"I did not inherit the Dragon God title."

"Moreover, even if one inherits the Dragon God, it doesn't necessarily mean they are the hope for soul beasts."

"Back then, there was absolutely no way I could have inherited the Dragon God title."

Yu Xiaoheng finished speaking in one breath.

"What? Back then, Da Ming and Er Ming knew I was the hope of the soul beasts and that's why they helped me?"

"Isn't this nonsense?"

Yu Xiaoheng wanted to continue speaking.

He wanted to tear apart all the absurd fantasies in Rou'er's mind and tell her the truth.

But Rou'er in front of him did not give him a chance to speak again.

The crimson flame surged violently.

That was not ordinary fire that scorched flesh, but a pure energy that burned the soul and blood, illuminating the cave as if it were daytime.

Rou'er took a step forward and pounced on him.

She opened her arms, and Yu Xiaoheng hugged her.

The burning flames instantly enveloped the two of them.

There was no scorching heat, but rather a warmth that reached straight to the soul.

Rou'er tilted her head back and leaned closer.

She kissed Yu Xiaoheng's lips.

This was a kiss stained with tears and filled with determination.

After a brief touch, Rou'er moved her lips away and whispered in his ear.

"Xiao Heng, I like you."

Her voice was soft, yet it clearly reached Yu Xiaoheng's ears.

Yu Xiaoheng's pupils dilated slightly.

He stood frozen in place.

He looked at the girl who was holding him tightly in his arms.

He looked at Rou'er, whose face was covered in tears.

Looking at the sacrificial light that was now completely irreversible.

A clear wavering appeared in Yu Xiaoheng's eyes.

There was also an overwhelming sense of panic.

The sacrificial fire had reached its most intense peak.

Once this force is activated, no one can forcibly stop it.

Rou'er raised her head and looked into Yu Xiaoheng's eyes.

She saw the panic in Yu Xiaoheng's eyes.

I saw the panic in his eyes.

I also saw that immense guilt.

However, these turbulent emotions subsided in a very short time.

Finally, it all settled into peace.

Then, Rou'er saw a shadow.

A phantom image of a true dragon, purplish-gold in color, quietly appeared in Yu Xiaoheng's eyes.

The dragon's shadow started as a tiny point of light, then quickly spread and expanded.

Until it occupies the entire pupil.

That oppressive aura almost devoured Rou'er's soul completely.

At the same time, Yu Xiaoheng's wrist, which was hanging by his side, trembled slightly.

He took something out of the storage ring on his hand.

Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan, in the dense forest behind the mountain.

The night wind, carrying a strong smell of blood, swept through the treetops.

The shouts of battle and the roar of colliding soul forces from below the mountain grew louder and louder.

Yu Xiaogang grabbed Lin Wan'er's hand and ran wildly down the moss-covered stone steps.

"Faster, faster!" Yu Xiaogang urged.

Lin Wan'er was panting heavily, her legs weak.

She followed closely behind Yu Xiaogang, constantly turning back to look at the firelight below the mountain.

"Xiao Gang, is the sect really beyond saving?"

Yu Xiaogang didn't answer, but just pulled her along and continued running into the deep mountains.

When crossing a steep slope, Yu Xiaogang's steps suddenly became unsteady.

His boots slipped on a wet, slippery stone, causing him to lose his balance and fall forward.

"Xiao Gang!" Lin Wan'er exclaimed in surprise.

She grabbed Yu Xiaogang's arm tightly, trying to pull him back.

But the force of the fall was too great.

The two of them rolled down the steep slope together.

The mud and gravel tore the clothes.

Yu Xiaogang, protecting Lin Wan'er's head, slammed it heavily against a thick, ancient tree at the bottom of the slope.

Lin Wan'er struggled to get up from his arms.

"Are you alright?" She reached out and touched Yu Xiaogang's shoulder.

Before Yu Xiaogang could reply, the sound of breaking branches echoed through the surrounding woods.

Four figures emerged from the darkness, standing in four directions and surrounding the two people tightly in the middle.