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

His enormous wings flapped wildly, and tens of thousands of blood-red feathers fell from his wings, transforming into countless incomparably sharp blood-red throwing knives.

Chapter 488 Slaying a Titled Hero!

The crimson flying knives, carried by the gale, formed a massive crimson tornado, sealing off all of Yu Xiaogang's escape routes.

Each of these blood feathers possesses extremely strong penetrating and tearing properties.

The crimson tornado, carrying the power to annihilate everything, crushed towards Yu Xiaogang.

Despite the overwhelming attack, Yu Xiaogang's eyes remained completely unmoved.

The seventh virtual ring beneath his feet lit up.

"Martial Soul True Form".

A flash of black light.

Yu Xiaogang's body instantly merged with the dark dragon in mid-air.

A dark purple-gold dragon, whose body length was no less than that of a Bloodwing Vulture, lay suspended in mid-air.

A viscous, purplish-black sheen flowed across the dark dragon's scales.

Faced with the onslaught of blood feather storms, the Dark Dragon made no attempt to defend itself, but instead spread its wings and charged straight into the storm.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

The dense clanging of metal echoed through the sky.

Countless crimson throwing knives struck the dark dragon's scales, bursting into streaks of sparks.

The immense source of power brought by the sacrifice of a soul beast over 100,000 years has endowed this dark dragon's true form with extremely strong physical defense.

Those blood feathers, powerful enough to grind a Soul Saint into mincemeat, could only leave shallow white marks on the Dark Dragon's scales.

"break!"

The dark dragon, located at the center of the storm, let out a roar.

The massive dragon body suddenly spun around in the storm, its thick tail lashing out with the force of thunder, striking the node of the crimson tornado.

boom!

The crimson tornado collapsed with a deafening roar, scattering into countless fragments of feathers across the sky.

The dark dragon burst forth from the wind, heading straight for the Bloodwing Vulture above.

"court death!"

Jiu Yuan was furious.

As a titled Douluo who has been famous for many years, being suppressed by a junior in this way made him lose face.

The Bloodwing Vulture opened its massive beak, unleashing an extremely dense beam of blood-red light that struck the Dark Dragon's head.

The dark dragon did not back down, and opened its huge mouth, unleashing a breath of purplish-black dragon breath to meet the attack.

Two terrifying energies collided in mid-air.

On one side was a blinding flash of blood, and on the other side was a suffocating purplish-black.

The two forces were locked in a stalemate in the air, devouring each other.

The residual energy waves plowed deep trenches, several meters deep, into the ground below.

Jiu Yuan felt immense pressure during the competition.

The chilling corrosive power accompanying the opponent's purplish-black dragon breath was constantly eroding his blood-red aura.

"This is impossible! How could a piece of trash who forcibly raised his cultivation level using evil methods have such a deep reserve of soul power!"

A storm raged in Jiu Yuan's heart.

What he didn't know was that the soul power within Yu Xiaogang's body did not come from himself.

That was the complete essence, energy, and spirit of a 100,000-year-old soul beast, plus the life essence sacrificed by Lin Wan'er.

In terms of sheer numbers, Yu Xiaogang is absolutely no less than any titled Douluo below level 95.

A cruel glint flashed in Dark Dragon's eyes.

Yu Xiao began to recklessly exploit the primal power within her body.

He could originally maintain his condition for thirteen days, but with this intense exertion, it is shrinking significantly.

Twelve days.

Ten days.

Eight days.

The primal power was being rapidly drained away, but in return, the purplish-black dragon breath ahead surged.

The pillar of purplish-black fire instantly overwhelmed the blood-red light and slammed into the chest of the Bloodwing Demon Vulture.

"puff--!"

Even though Jiu Yuan was inside the Martial Soul True Body, he was still shaken so badly that he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The large feathers on the Bloodwing Vulture's chest were ignited by purplish-black flames.

That burning sensation that pierced the soul returned.

Jiu Yuan let out a shrill scream as his massive body struggled violently in the air.

He desperately mobilized his soul power to suppress the purplish-black flames, but the more he suppressed them, the faster they spread.

In just a few breaths, half of the Bloodwing Demon Eagle's body was engulfed by purplish-black flames.

"You're insane! You're a madman!"

Jiu Yuan finally got scared.

He sensed the threat of death.

This Yu Xiaogang seems... not to have any intention of living; he's risking his life for another!

Jiu Yuan abruptly retracted his Martial Soul True Form and transformed back into human form.

Taking advantage of the moment he dispelled his true form, he forcibly stripped away the portion of his soul power that had been tainted by the flames.

At this moment, Jiu Yuan's face was deathly pale, his blood-red robe was burned and tattered, and his aura was extremely weak.

He glared at Yu Xiaogang fiercely, then turned and tried to flee into the distance.

"Want to go?"

The dark dragon dispersed, and Yu Xiaogang transformed back into human form.

He hovered in mid-air, coldly watching the fleeing vulture.

Beneath his feet, the most crucial red 100,000-year soul ring shone brightly.

This is the strongest soul skill that Lin Wan'er left him after her sacrifice.

"Fifth Soul Skill".

"Resentful Flames, Soul Locking."

Yu Xiaogang raised his right hand and clenched his fist tightly inward.

Jiu Yuan, who had escaped hundreds of meters away, suddenly stopped.

He was horrified to discover that the space around him was completely locked.

Giant chains formed from purplish-black flames emerged from nothingness.

These chains were covered with distorted human faces, emitting chilling female screams.

This is an absolute locking skill of a 100,000-year soul ring. Unless one's strength exceeds Yu Xiaogang's by two major realms, there is no way to break free.

A dozen or so fiery chains, like venomous snakes emerging from their holes, instantly coiled around Jiu Yuan's limbs and neck.

"No! Let me go!"

Jiu Yuan struggled frantically, unleashing his soul power without reservation in an attempt to break the chains.

But these chains were not only incredibly tough, but the purplish-black flames attached to their surface also penetrated directly into his pores, beginning to burn his meridians wildly.

Didn't you say I was a good-for-nothing?

Yu Xiaogang's voice came from behind.

Jiu Yuan turned his head with difficulty.

Yu Xiaogang had already arrived behind him.

On Yu Xiaogang's body, large areas of pale skin began to peel off, revealing the bloody and mangled tissue underneath.

The intense battle brought this fragile body to the brink of collapse.

But he didn't even frown.

His right hand transformed into a sharp, dark dragon claw, its surface wreathed in an extremely dense purplish-black death aura.

"In your next life, don't mess with lunatics."

puff.

The Dark Dragon Claw encountered no resistance and pierced straight through Jiu Yuan's back, emerging from his chest.

A heart that was still beating slightly was held in Yu Xiaogang's hand.

Jiu Yuan's eyes widened, and he made a "clucking" sound as a large mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth.

His cloudy eyes were filled with resentment and fear.

A dignified level 91 Title Douluo, a high-ranking elder of the Spirit Hall.

He died in a remote mountain forest.

Yu Xiaogang tightened his fingers expressionlessly.

boom.

His heart was crushed into a lump of minced meat.