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

And it's that Lin Wan'er? Isn't that Lin Wan'er human?! How did she become a 100,000-year-old soul beast?!

Yu Yuanzhen felt like his brain was about to explode.

"Go on!" Yu Yuanzhen slapped his thigh anxiously.

"What happens after the sacrifice? His weak body, which is not even a Soul King, should have been burst open on the spot, even with 100,000 years of origin power supporting it!"

Yu Yuanlong gave a bitter laugh on the other end of the communication line, his voice hoarse.

"Sect Master, the Second Young Master didn't explode."

"He forcibly compressed the excess primal power and forcibly put four virtual rings on himself."

"With the help of these four fake rings, he forcibly raised his cultivation level to the level of a Title Douluo."

"His current martial spirit is no longer the Golden Sacred Dragon."

"He himself called that dragon... the evil dragon."

Evil dragon.

These two words sent a chill down Yu Yuanzhen's spine as he heard them.

Although he did not witness the horrific scene firsthand.

But just by listening to Yu Yuanlong's description, he could imagine the horrific extent of that kind of life-draining.

Virtual ring.

Use the essence of life to condense the void ring!

This is like dancing on a knife's edge, walking a tightrope with your life on the line!

The slightest mistake could result in the complete annihilation of one's soul and body!

The eldest son, Yu Xiaoheng, is a madman who will stop at nothing to become stronger.

But Yu Yuanzhen never expected this.

My second son, who has always been timid and seemingly weak, can be even more ruthless than his brother when he goes crazy! Does he have no regard for his life?!

"How is he doing now?" Yu Yuanzhen asked anxiously.

"Very bad, extremely bad."

Yu Yuanlong's voice became heavy and sorrowful.

"I saw his face when he killed the Spirit Hall elder."

"My skin is peeling off, and my hair has turned completely white."

"He said he could only last thirteen days in this condition at most. But he just forced himself to fight a match, so the time will definitely be shortened."

"Sect Master, please come back soon."

"The second young master... he's planning to risk his life to guard the pass until we're all settled!"

beep--

The communication device ran out of energy, and the sound was cut off.

Yu Yuanzhen hovered in mid-air.

The strong wind blew his disheveled long hair into disarray.

The initial ecstasy in his eyes vanished, replaced by repression and heartache.

Xiao Gang.

The son who was pointed at and ridiculed by the entire sect since childhood.

That good-for-nothing son whom even his own father often felt had no hope for the future.

just now.

He was actually risking his life to shield the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan from a fatal blow!

And he actually blocked it.

He killed a titled elder of the Spirit Hall, scaring away thousands of fierce-looking allied troops!

Yu Xiaogang guarded the pass of Chu.

The strong winds have stopped.

Several thousand elite Allied troops stared at the purplish-black line of fire on the ground, then at the gaunt figure with a full head of white hair behind it. After a brief silence, someone finally couldn't contain themselves any longer.

"Even if he killed Elder Jiuyuan, he would still be just one person! He's clearly at his last gasp!"

A Spirit Hall Soul Douluo shouted, "All troops, charge! Whoever takes Yu Xiaogang's head will be richly rewarded by His Holiness the Pope!"

A great reward will surely bring forth brave men. Hundreds of heavily armored knights and soul masters, their eyes bloodshot, channeled their soul power and bravely crossed the line of fire.

Yu Xiaogang raised his cloudy eyes.

The four blood-red virtual rings inside the body spun rapidly.

"die."

He uttered a single word.

The purplish-black dragon phantom behind him suddenly spread its wings, which blotted out the sky, and spewed out a mouthful of thick, ink-black dragon flame.

There were no screams, no struggles.

The hundreds of people at the forefront, along with their heavy steel armor, martial spirit bodies, and even the rocks beneath their feet, were instantly vaporized.

When the wind blew, only a thick layer of black ash remained on the ground.

The remaining coalition forces collapsed.

The Contra player who shouted was so frightened that he fell to the ground and scrambled backward to escape.

"Monster! This is a monster!"

Ordinary combat power is no match for a Title Douluo, especially a monster with 100,000 years of original power.

The army collapsed like a house of cards; thousands of soldiers abandoned their armor and fled without a trace.

The crisis has been temporarily averted.

Yu Xiaogang's originally straight back suddenly bent down.

"cough!"

A mouthful of black blood spurted from his mouth, splashing onto the stone slabs beneath his feet.

The four crimson rings on his body began to fluctuate violently, each flash drawing away his life force with frantic speed.

His already gray hair was now falling out in clumps like withered grass. His exposed skin was visibly drying out and developing large age spots, making him look like a piece of old, dead wood.

Yu Yuanlong quickly stepped forward and helped the swaying Yu Xiaogang up.

Is Chapter 493 worth it? (by Xiao Gang)

Through the fabric, Yu Yuanlong could only feel a handful of hard bones.

All are not fools.

Anyone with eyes can see how Yu Xiaogang acquired his strength. He traded his life for power. Those red spirit rings weren't normal entities, but rather phantoms created by overdrawing his own essence to contain power that should have dissipated. His aura was now extremely weak; the flame of his life was like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

"Second Young Master!" Yu Chengfeng cried out anxiously, his eyes reddening.

Yu Xiaogang waved his hand, pushing away Yu Yuanlong's attempt to help him up.

"I am fine."

Looking at him like this, Yu Yuanlong asked for no apparent reason.

"Second Young Master, you've put yourself in this state, almost risking your life," Yu Yuanlong's voice trembled. "Was it worth it?"

The surrounding elders and core disciples all fell silent, their gazes all fixed on Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang stopped in his tracks.

He did not answer immediately.

He turned his head, glanced at the empty wilderness outside the pass, and then looked at the huge stone gate behind him that led to the ancestral homeland refuge.

He pondered deeply for a while.

"For the sake of the family, I will spare no effort."

The tone was flat.

Yu Xiaogang turned around and dragged his battered body into the ancestral land.

With each step he took, his legs trembled unnaturally, and his footsteps dragged on the ground, making a rustling sound.

His back view was withered and desolate.

People around him unconsciously made way for him.

No one spoke; only heavy breathing echoed in the corridor.

Enter the evacuation hall.

The once noisy cave fell silent the moment he stepped inside.

All eyes are now on this former negative example.

The lingering purplish-black aura emanating from him now makes it difficult for the stewards and disciples, who usually talk about how great the young master is, to breathe.

A severely injured, one-armed deacon leaned against the wall, looking at Yu Xiaogang's face, which was even uglier than a ghost, and couldn't help but speak.

"Second Young Master, what are you doing this for? Is it worth it?"

Yu Xiaogang glanced at him.

"For the sake of the family, I will spare no effort."

The same answer.

He staggered through the crowd, and people with red eyes kept asking him questions.

"Second Young Master, is it worth it?"