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

The old man, who had been fighting all night and was on the verge of despair, now had red eyes and his withered hands trembling violently.

"Heaven will not forsake the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan!"

Chapter 487 Yu Xiaogang's Battle

But before the Blue Lightning team could recover from their euphoria...

On the other side of the dense forest, a large number of pursuers also arrived.

Seven or eight Soul Saints from the Clear Sky Sect wielded the enormous Clear Sky Hammer, while elite knights from the Heaven Dou Empire carried heavy crossbows, with several Platinum Bishops from the Spirit Hall following closely behind.

They spread out in a fan shape, completely blocking the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan's retreat.

"Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"

The leader, a Soul Saint of the Haotian Sect, shouted loudly, and the Haotian Hammer in his hand shone brightly with dark light, smashing it first towards the wounded Yu Yuanlong.

The immense air pressure snapped all the surrounding trees.

Yu Yuanlong gritted his teeth, preparing to exhaust his last bit of soul power to take the blow head-on.

Just when the Haotian Hammer was less than five meters away from Yu Yuanlong.

A purplish-black afterimage flashed into the battlefield like lightning.

Yu Xiaogang appeared in front of Yu Yuanlong without warning.

He didn't summon his martial spirit; he simply raised his right hand in an unremarkable manner.

A thin layer of purplish-black flames swirled around his pale palm.

boom.

The palm collided head-on with the Haotian Hammer, which weighed thousands of kilograms.

There were no earth-shattering explosions.

The Haotian Sect Soul Saint felt an extremely cold and viscous force surging up along the hammer handle.

His proud soul power defense was instantly burned through like paper in the face of this purplish-black flame.

"what--!"

A piercing scream echoed through the night sky.

The hands of the Soul Saint of the Haotian Sect quickly withered and turned black, and even the surface of the huge Haotian Hammer was covered with a layer of grayish-rust color.

Yu Xiaogang flicked his wrist.

Click.

The Soul Saint's arms were both broken, and he was sent flying like a rag doll, crashing through more than a dozen large trees before his fate became unknown.

The entire room fell silent.

The pursuing soldiers abruptly stopped in their tracks, staring in horror at the white-haired youth who had crippled a Soul Saint with a single blow.

Yu Xiaogang turned around and looked at Yu Yuanlong behind him.

There was not a trace of joy in those dark purple eyes.

"Elder, lead the people into the ancestral land."

Yu Xiaogang's voice was very flat, so flat that it made people feel uneasy.

"Second Young Master, your strength..." Yu Yuanlong sensed something was wrong.

Yu Xiaogang's current state is too strange; that deathly aura doesn't seem like that of a normal living person at all.

"There's no time to explain."

Yu Xiaogang interrupted him, pointing to the dark enemy army ahead and the menacing Jiu Yuan in mid-air.

"Leave this to me."

"You all, withdraw."

Looking at Yu Xiaogang's pale face, Yu Yuanlong knew that now was not the time to hesitate.

"Blue Lightning disciples, follow me back to the ancestral land!"

Yu Yuanlong waved his hand and led everyone to retreat towards the stone gate at the deepest part of the back mountain.

Seeing that the Blue Lightning group was about to run away, the Platinum Bishops of the Spirit Hall became anxious.

"Stop them! Fire!"

Dozens of heavy crossbows fired simultaneously, their thick bolts whistling through the air as they shot towards the backs of the Blue Lightning team.

Yu Xiaogang did not turn around.

The fifth spirit ring beneath his feet, a blood-red 100,000-year spirit ring, suddenly lit up.

"Luo Buhui".

The dark dragon in mid-air roared to the sky, its enormous mouth wide open.

The purplish-black flames poured out of the dragon's mouth like a flood bursting its banks, forming a dark fire barrier tens of meters high behind Yu Xiaogang.

The moment those crossbow bolts, crafted from fine steel, came into contact with the smoldering fire, they were instantly melted into molten iron.

Not even a spark was ignited.

"With me here, no one can get through this."

Yu Xiaogang turned around and faced the thousands of allied troops.

In mid-air, Jiu Yuan let out a piercing, cold laugh.

"What arrogance!"

"Does he really think he's invincible just because he's created a few virtual rings?"

The seventh spirit ring on Jiu Yuan's body suddenly lit up, and black light instantly covered his entire body.

True Form of Martial Soul.

His body rapidly expanded, transforming in the blink of an eye into a gigantic, blood-red demonic eagle over thirty meters long.

Each feather was like a bloodstained blade, exuding a nauseating stench of blood.

The titled Douluo's aura was released without reservation, forcing the ordinary soldiers below to kneel down.

"Let me teach you what a true Title Douluo is!"

The Bloodwing Demon Vulture flapped its wings suddenly, transforming into a streak of blood-red light that hurtled straight at Yu Xiaogang.

The speed was so fast that it created a series of sonic booms in the air.

Its two sharp claws gleamed with a chilling light as they reached straight for Yu Xiaogang's head.

Yu Xiaogang remained expressionless.

The eighth spirit ring beneath his feet—a gray-black void ring temporarily formed from a vast source—suddenly expanded.

"Dark Dragon Break".

Instead of dodging, he pushed off the ground with both legs and soared into the sky to meet the Bloodwing Demon Vulture.

The dark dragon roared in mid-air, transforming into a streak of purplish-black light that adhered to Yu Xiaogang's right fist.

Two figures, one large and one small, collided violently in mid-air.

boom--!

The dull, deafening roar was like thunder from the heavens.

A visible shockwave emanated from the two individuals and spread wildly in all directions.

The surrounding mountains collapsed in large sections under the impact, and huge rocks rolled down into the valley.

Those Allied soldiers below who didn't have time to retreat were blown away by the gale and crashed heavily onto the distant rock face.

midair.

Yu Xiaogang's body suddenly sank downwards, falling more than ten meters before he regained his balance.

On the surface of his right fist, the layer of purplish-black flames was torn open, and a few drops of dark red blood dripped down his fingertips.

Although the power brought by the Void Ring is immense, it ultimately cannot compare to that of a true Title Douluo in terms of cohesion and physical endurance.

He suffered a slight loss in this head-on clash.

But on the other side of him.

The Bloodwing Vulture let out a cry of shock and rage.

A large ball of purplish-black flames had appeared on Jiu Yuan's enormous eagle claws.

The flames didn't burn his skin; instead, they traveled along his claws and frantically drilled into his veins.

The woman's shriek coming from the flames caused a sharp pain in Jiu Yuan's mental sea.

"What the hell is this?!"

Jiu Yuan immediately mobilized his vast soul power, attempting to force the purplish-black flames out of his body.

But to his shock, he discovered that the moment his soul power came into contact with the flames, it was as if adding fuel to the fire, making the purplish-black flames burn even more fiercely.

This flame feeds on his soul power!

"Go away!"

Jiu Yuan decisively cut off the soul power supply to the meridians in his right claw, and with a sudden flap of his huge wings, he forcefully flung away the ball of ignited soul power.

The purplish-black flames landed on a small hilltop, instantly burning it to the ground, leaving nothing but barren land.

Jiu Yuan's gaze toward Yu Xiaogang finally turned serious.

This kid's soul power is extremely strange. Once you get involved, it's like a leech that you can't shake off.

We can no longer engage in hand-to-hand combat.

The Bloodwing Vulture created distance in the air, and Jiu Yuan's eighth black spirit ring lit up.

"Eighth Soul Skill, Blood Feather Storm!"