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

However, in order to be protected by the rules of the Killing City and avoid being directly hunted down by external forces, she chose to temporarily seal away the Killing God Domain she had previously obtained.

Even the remaining soul power within the physical body is sealed off, making them essentially the same as ordinary killers.

Only in this way will the law enforcement team of the Killing City not treat her as an intruder and drive her away.

But this also means that her current situation has hit rock bottom.

These fallen ones recognized her and knew her abilities. If left unchecked, they might be killed by Bibi Dong during the competition.

Now is the perfect time to get rid of this scourge.

"Stop talking nonsense." Bibi Dong held the iron rod horizontally in front of her chest.

"Dong'er, there are too many people." Shui Lingxi clenched her fists, her voice strained.

Both she and Shui Yun'er are the pride of Tianshui Academy. In normal combat, they rely on powerful water and ice attribute soul skills for crowd control and damage output.

In this place where soul skills are completely sealed off, they can only rely on the characteristics of their martial souls to engage in hand-to-hand combat.

This was a disaster for magic-based soul masters like them.

"Don't panic." Bibi Dong turned her head and said to the Shui sisters, "Remember what I taught you before. After a martial soul is attached to the body, even if you can't use soul skills, the physical properties of the martial soul itself are still there."

"Shui Yun'er, use your water attribute to protect Lingxi's wings. Lingxi, cover your fists with ice and only strike their joints."

"Understood," the Shui sisters replied in unison.

The bald man roared, "Brothers, kill her! Drink the blood of the Goddess of Slaughter!"

More than thirty fallen men pounced on them like mad dogs.

Bibi Dong's expression changed.

Eight purplish-black spider spears instantly burst out from her back.

That was her first martial soul, the form in which the Death Spider Emperor possessed her.

Although they were not powered by soul power, these eight spider spears were as hard as iron and extremely sharp.

The two fallen ones at the front charged forward, wielding machetes.

Without even looking, Bibi Dong thrust out two spider spears like lightning, piercing directly through the throats of the two men.

Blood gushed out and splattered on her face, but she didn't even blink.

The broken iron rod in her hand wasn't idle either; with a backhand swing, she smashed it into the temple of another person who was trying to sneak up on her.

With the sound of bones cracking, the man collapsed to the ground and couldn't get up.

"Lingxi, to the left!" Bibi Dong shouted.

Shui Lingxi quickly turned around.

A fallen being with wolf ears opened its mouth full of fangs and bit down on Shui Lingxi's neck.

Shui Lingxi took a deep breath, and her arms were instantly covered by a thick layer of ice crystals.

She didn't back down; instead, she met the man's mouth head-on and punched him hard.

The hard, icy gauntlets smashed the man's fangs, the immense impact sending him sprawling backward.

Taking advantage of the moment, another person next to her raised his longsword and stabbed at Shui Lingxi's ribs.

Shui Yun'er reacted quickly, waving her hands in front of her.

The moisture in the air condensed instantly, forming a semi-transparent water shield that blocked the longsword.

The water shield, lacking the support of soul power, was not sturdy. The longsword pierced through it, and although it was not deflected, it encountered great resistance, causing its speed to decrease sharply.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shui Lingxi sidestepped the sword and slammed her ice fist into the opponent's wrist, knocking the longsword away.

Although the three worked together seamlessly, this was, after all, the first time the Shui sisters had fought in such a pure hand-to-hand combat arena.

The fallen are fearless and do not care about the lives of their companions. They will fill any gap they see.

Bibi Dong endured the greatest pressure.

She stood alone in front, her eight spider spears flying up and down, constantly reaping the lives of her enemies.

But the other side had far too many of them.

A burly man wielding two axes leaped high from the side, aiming his axes straight at Bibi Dong's head.

Bibi Dong raised two spider spears and crossed them to block.

"when!"

A loud bang.

The spider spear blocked the axe, but the immense, purely physical force caused Bibi Dong's legs to buckle violently, her knees almost hitting the ground.

Her physical strength is currently largely sealed, making her at a significant disadvantage in a head-on confrontation.

Just as she was being pinned down by the strong man, three other Fallen Ones emerged from the blind spot.

One of them, holding a rusty dagger, stabbed her hard in the waist.

Bibi Dong gritted her teeth, and her aura instantly changed.

The purplish-black aura of the Death Spider King receded, replaced by a layer of ghastly green light.

Second Martial Soul: Possessed by the Soul-Devouring Spider Emperor.

The carapace of the Soul-Devouring Spider King is even thicker.

The dagger pierced the armor at the waist with a screeching sound, leaving only a white mark.

Taking advantage of the opening, Bibi Dong twisted her waist sharply.

A powerful whip kick lashed the neck of the fallen man wielding the dagger, sending him flying.

Then she pushed hard, knocking the burly man with two axes away.

After the fight, more than a dozen corpses were lying on the ground.

But the remaining twenty-odd fallen ones did not retreat; instead, they were driven even more insane by the smell of blood.

The bald man stood on the periphery, watching Bibi Dong's slightly heaving chest, and laughed triumphantly.

"Even a god of war gets tired!" The bald man raised his axe. "She has no soul power to replenish, and her stamina is almost at its limit! Let's wear her down!"

The Fallen Ones have once again narrowed their encirclement.

Bibi Dong's hand holding the iron rod was already trembling slightly.

Her tiger's mouth was torn open by the shock, and blood flowed down the iron rod.

Shui Yun'er and Shui Lingxi also leaned against her, panting heavily.

Their water shields grew thinner and thinner, and cracks began to appear in the ice crystals on their fists.

"Sister Dong, I have no strength left." Shui Lingxi's voice was trembling with tears.

Shui Yun'er bit her lip, staring intently at the greedy men around her.

"We can't stop." Bibi Dong took a deep breath.

She knew the rules of the Killing City very well.

Falling here would be a thousand times worse than death.

She watched as the enemy charged forward again, preparing to use her last bit of strength for a counterattack.

Chapter 502 I unleash my earth-shattering power!

The bald man's axe was still dripping blood. He looked at Bibi Dong and the Shui sisters, who were trapped in a corner and panting heavily, his bloodshot eyes revealing a deep greed.

"Brothers, don't rush to kill them." The bald man licked his dry, cracked lips. "These three women are usually so arrogant, especially the one with the stick. She's a killing machine! If I could ride her, it would be worth dying for."

The surrounding fallen ones let out bursts of ear-piercing laughter.

A skinny man holding a chipped machete stepped forward: "Boss, you enjoy this killing god first. How about we leave those two pretty young girls next to him for the brothers to have a taste? We haven't seen such delicate and tender girls in years in this dark and gloomy place."

"Yeah, look at that blue-haired guy, he was shaking when he was hitting someone, he'll definitely be even softer if he takes off his clothes."

"Break their arms and legs, drag them back to camp, and take turns playing with them every day."

Vicious and foul language echoed through the abandoned neighborhood.

Shui Yun'er and Shui Lingxi's hands were ice-cold. They had always been pampered and cherished at Tianshui Academy, and had never heard such filthy language before. Shui Lingxi's eyes were red, and she gritted her teeth.

Bibi Dong's face was cold. She had very little physical strength left. If she really wanted to fight to the bitter end, she could take a dozen or so people down with her, but the rest of them would definitely devour them alive.

"What? Too weak to resist?" The bald man strode closer, dragging his axe across the ground with a bloody trail and a series of clanging sounds. "Drop the stick obediently, take off your clothes, and maybe I'll be in a good mood and let you live a few more days."

At this critical moment.

At the entrance of an alley on the outskirts of the abandoned neighborhood, two figures had just climbed up from the sewer drain.

Yu Xiaoheng stood in the shadow of the dark red streetlights. He only glanced around before recognizing the person surrounded by more than thirty thugs.

Bibi Dong, Shui Yun'er, Shui Lingxi.

Yu Xiaoheng raised an eyebrow. What a small world. He had guessed that Bibi Dong had escaped into the City of Slaughter, but he didn't expect to run into her so soon after arriving.

This is practically a golden opportunity to show off, handed to us by God.

Yu Xiaoheng straightened his collar and stretched his wrists.

He could already picture what was about to happen. He would descend from the sky, blast this group of trash into a bloody pulp with a few punches and kicks, and then, amidst the shocked and adoring gazes of the three women, casually ask, "Are you alright?"

He never denies that he enjoys showing off, especially when it comes to crushing someone in a desperate situation with overwhelming strength.

In addition... previously, it was affected by various forces.

However, he hadn't taken a step yet.

A gust of wind carrying the scent of grass and trees suddenly swept around me.

Rou'er, holding up the pink skirt covered in mud with both hands, charged past Yu Xiaoheng like an enraged little lioness.

"Stop! You shameless, filthy men!"

Rou'er's clear and loud voice instantly drowned out the laughter of the surrounding degenerates.

Yu Xiaoheng stood frozen in place, still adjusting his collar, his clothes disheveled in the wind.