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

He didn't even have time to grab her.

Rou'er strode towards the encirclement. She didn't actually recognize the three people surrounded. She had spent the last 100,000 years in the Star Dou Great Forest, and had only briefly encountered the Shui sisters at their camp in the far north, without ever exchanging a word. As for Bibi Dong, she only knew of her existence, but wasn't familiar with her.

But she had just read a lot of stories about knights rescuing princesses, and her mind was full of chivalrous deeds. The main theme was to speak out against injustice.

The thirty-odd fallen people were startled by the sudden shout and turned their heads.

They saw a pretty young girl standing not far away. Although she was covered in black mud, her delicate features, fair skin, and bright, intelligent eyes made her even more eye-catching than the three people surrounding her.

The bald man was stunned for a moment, then burst into wild laughter.

"What a lucky day it is today? Another exceptional person has delivered themselves right to my doorstep?"

He hoisted the axe onto his shoulder and tilted his head to examine Rou'er.

"Little girl, are you weaned yet? Why are you meddling in the affairs of the Killing City?"

Rou'er stood with her hands on her hips, glaring fearlessly at the bald man.

"I, your grandmother, can't stand scum like you who bully men and women. So many of you bullying three exhausted women, what kind of people are you!"

Shui Lingxi peeked out from behind Shui Yun'er and asked in a low voice, "Sister Dong, who is this? Is she also from the Spirit Hall?"

Bibi Dong watched Rou'er's retreating figure and shook her head.

"I don't know her. If she dares to show her face in this place, she's either a hidden top expert or a fool."

The bald man took two steps forward.

"Mind your own business? What makes you think you can interfere?" The bald man pointed at Rou'er's nose. "You don't even have the slightest fluctuation of soul power. I don't think you even released your martial soul. Were you scared out of your wits in the sewers just now?"

The surrounding fallen ones burst into laughter again.

"With such delicate skin, I'm afraid she couldn't even withstand one of my punches."

"Little sister, mind your own business. Come here and let your big brother give you a hug. I promise I'll make you feel comfortable."

Lewd lyrics and erotic songs were constantly heard.

Rou'er wasn't angry at all. Instead, she raised her chin high, her eyes radiating confidence.

With me here! Invincible!

"My soul power has indeed been sealed, and I can't use soul skills."

"But I still have my astonishing power!"

The bald man was laughing so hard his tears were almost coming out. He slapped his thigh hard.

"Amazing power? Come on, show it to me! If you can't scare me to death, I'll take you for myself today!"

Rou'er took a deep breath, turned around abruptly, and shouted towards the alleyway where Yu Xiaoheng was.

"Come on, Xiao Heng!"

That shout was full of energy and righteous indignation.

The entire audience looked on with bewildered expressions.

All the fallen ones followed Rou'er's gaze and turned to the dimly lit alleyway.

And in the center of the encirclement.

Bibi Dong's eyes widened suddenly.

Shui Yun'er and Shui Lingxi were shocked and suddenly raised their heads, their eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and disbelief.

Xiao Heng?

How many people in the world can be named Xiao Heng? And who else could appear in the City of Slaughter at this time?

In the shadows at the alley entrance.

Yu Xiaoheng covered his face with one hand.

He now not only wants to go back to the sewers, he even wants to use the Heavenly Dragon Annihilation Strike to flatten this entire neighborhood.

what is this?

A power that could shake the world?

His grand entrance, which he had been preparing for for so long, and the oppressive aura of a ruler, were all wiped away by Rou'er's shout.

"never mind."

Yu Xiaoheng sighed. Things had come to this point; there was no going back on his act.

Let's hit someone first.

He lowered his hand and stepped out of the shadows at the alley entrance.

Under the dark red sky, Yu Xiaoheng's face was revealed to everyone.

Chapter 503 Reunion

The boy wore a tattered black robe and had a tall, slender figure. His face was expressionless, and his eyes were calm.

“It really is him!” Shui Lingxi’s voice choked with emotion, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Shui Yun'er was able to remain calm, but in an instant, her vision blurred.

Back in Wuhun City, the three of them had no choice but to use a beacon to escape in order to avoid falling into the hands of the Clear Sky Sect. They struggled desperately in the City of Slaughter, worrying day and night about whether Yu Xiaoheng would survive.

Seeing him standing there alive and well, the joy of escaping death almost overwhelmed them.

A trace of color finally returned to Bibi Dong's pale face. She looked at Yu Xiaoheng approaching, and her tense body relaxed slightly.

Yu Xiaoheng walked up to Rou'er and looked at her smug "I'm awesome, aren't I?" expression.

Without any hesitation, he raised his hand and slapped Rou'er on the back of the head.

"Ouch!" Rou'er covered her head, glaring at him with a wronged expression. "Why did you hit me! I gave you a chance to shine, you should thank me!"

"Show off my foot." Yu Xiaoheng said coldly.

He walked past Rou'er and headed straight for the encirclement.

The bald man and more than thirty degenerates looked Yu Xiaoheng up and down.

"This is your astonishing power?" The bald man sneered. "A pretty boy who doesn't even have a shred of soul power?"

Yu Xiaoheng didn't even glance at the bald man. He stopped in front of Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong opened her mouth, about to speak.

Yu Xiaoheng raised his hand, palm facing outward.

"We can catch up later. Let's take care of the trash first."

He turned around, shielding Bibi Dong and the Shui sisters behind him, facing the thirty-odd menacing thugs.

The bald man was enraged by Yu Xiaoheng's dismissive attitude.

In the City of Slaughter, soul skills are forbidden; everyone relies solely on physical strength and combat experience. This pretty boy in front of him hasn't even unleashed his martial soul, yet he dares to put on airs.

"Damn it, kill him! Chop the man up and feed him to the dogs, leave the woman alive!" the bald man roared, raising his axe.

The fallen ones around him, like hyenas smelling blood, brandished rusty swords and iron bars and pounced on Yu Xiaoheng.

Leading the charge was a burly man nearly two meters tall. He held a large, chipped machete in his hand, and using the momentum of his charge, he brought it down hard on Yu Xiaoheng's head.

The wind howled, and the force of this strike was immense.

Yu Xiaoheng stood still, his feet not moving an inch.

Just as the cleaver was about to strike his head, Yu Xiaoheng casually raised his right hand.

Bring your index and middle fingers together.

"Snapped."

A crisp sound.

The massive cleaver, carrying immense force, was firmly held between Yu Xiaoheng's two fingers. The blade stopped less than three inches from his forehead, unable to advance any further.

The burly man's eyes bulged instantly, his face flushed red, and he gripped the knife hilt with both hands and pressed down.

But Yu Xiaoheng's two fingers were as still as if they were cast in iron.

"too slow."

Yu Xiaoheng spoke in a flat tone.

The two fingers suddenly exerted force.

With a clang, the rusty steel blade snapped in two.

Yu Xiaoheng held the broken blade between his fingers and flicked his wrist.

The broken blade transformed into a streak of silver light, instantly piercing the burly man's throat. The powerful kinetic energy propelled the blade out from the back of his neck, embedding it deeply into the stone wall not far away.

The burly man clutched his bleeding neck, and his massive body collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The Fallen Ones rushing up from behind paused in their tracks.

Breaking a machete with bare hands requires incredible finger strength and bone toughness!

But Yu Xiaoheng didn't give them time to think. He deliberately pushed his way into the crowd.

The second level of the Golden Dragon Element Tempering Method.

Extreme tempering of thunderstone veins.

His physical body had long surpassed human limits; his muscle density, bone strength, and even the toughness of his internal organs were comparable to those of a 100,000-year-old soul beast. In this place where soul power was sealed, he was a humanoid tyrannosaurus.

A fat man wielding a hammer swung it from the side, aiming to smash Yu Xiaoheng's ribs.

Yu Xiaoheng neither dodged nor evaded, but instead clenched his right fist and delivered a straight punch directly to the iron hammer.

The mortal body fights against iron.

"boom!"

A deafening explosion rang out.

The wooden hammer handle instantly shattered into countless splinters. The hard iron hammerhead was dented by Yu Xiaoheng's punch, and then the fat man's arm flew backward along with it.