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

Yu Xiaoheng nodded slightly, his expression remaining calm.

"There's no need to bring up the past."

These words further solidified his glorious and noble image in the hearts of the three girls. He did good deeds anonymously and did not seek anything in return for his kindness.

Rou'er smiled smugly as she watched the three women being convinced by her words.

"Now you know the stakes, right? That's why my relationship with Xiao Heng is something you can't compare to."

Bibi Dong ignored her and continued to straighten Yu Xiaoheng's collar.

After Rou'er's outburst, the four of them actually got along a little better. They started to divide the work and clean the cellar.

The clutter was piled up to one side, and a makeshift bed was built using discarded wooden planks.

The Shui sisters even found some fabric and created a touch of everyday life in the corner.

Looking at the newly renovated cellar, smiles appeared on the girls' faces. In this underground world filled with death and killing, having such a safe place felt like home.

Yu Xiaoheng is the pillar of this family.

Once everything is settled.

Yu Xiaoheng stood up and walked to the cellar door.

"You stay here and don't wander off."

Bibi Dong stopped what she was doing and walked over.

"Where are you going?"

“To the Hell Slaughter Arena.” Yu Xiaoheng straightened his cuffs. “Since we’ve fallen down here, we have to find a way out. The rules of the Slaughter City are that you have to win a hundred matches and walk the Hell Road. That’s the only way out.”

Hellish Slaughter Field.

The interior of the massive circular building was filled with the pungent stench of blood. The fallen in the stands screamed madly, waving their withered arms, as if insane.

Holding a number plate in his hand, Yu Xiaoheng walked step by step down the dimly lit passageway toward the central arena.

The first match.

The iron fence fell heavily behind me.

He raised his eyelids and glanced around.

Including him, there are ten people.

Nine fallen beings of varying stature surrounded him. Some wielded rusty iron knives, others had sharp fingernails, and without exception, their eyes gleamed with a beastly light.

"Where did this pretty boy come from?" A burly man covered in thick phlegm spat out a mouthful of phlegm, holding a broad-backed cleaver in his hand, his eyes scanning Yu Xiaoheng up and down. "This delicate-skinned guy, he must have come to the wrong place, right?"

"Don't waste your breath on him, just rip out his heart and liver to eat with your drinks!" another skinny man chuckled.

Yu Xiaoheng stood still, his expression calm.

The starting bell rang.

All nine people moved at the same time.

They attacked from all directions, blocking all escape routes.

Yu Xiaoheng did not use the Purple-Gold True Dragon Martial Soul, nor did he activate any elemental patterns.

He simply clenched his right fist.

The Golden Dragon Element Body Tempering Technique quietly circulated within his body. Blood surged, and muscle fibers tensed to their limit in an instant.

The burly man's large cleaver was already aimed at his head.

Yu Xiaoheng raised his hand, his index and middle fingers together, and directly pinched the thick blade.

"when."

A crisp sound.

The burly man's face changed. He felt as if he had struck not two fingers, but an iron mountain. No matter how hard he tried, the blade remained unmoved.

"too slow."

Yu Xiaoheng spoke.

He snapped his fingers suddenly.

"Crack." The steel machete broke in two.

Yu Xiaoheng took a step forward and slammed his right fist into the burly man's chest.

"boom!"

The burly man's chest caved in instantly, creating a huge crater. His spine exploded, sending bone fragments mixed with blood and flesh spraying out. His over 100-pound body flew out like a rag doll, crashing into the iron netting at the edge of the ring and turning into a bloody mess.

The remaining eight people's sprint came to an abrupt halt.

His eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets.

Is this the kind of power a human could generate?

Yu Xiaoheng did not give them time to think.

He flashed and transformed into a blur as he rushed into the crowd.

There are no fancy moves, no dazzling soul skills.

Only the most direct violence.

He smashed the throat bone with one punch.

One kick and his skull exploded.

The sound of bones breaking echoed repeatedly on the arena, like a barrage of firecrackers.

In just half a minute.

Nine corpses lay scattered on the ground. Blood flowed down the cracks in the stone of the arena.

The cheers from the entire audience momentarily stopped.

The lunatics in the stands all shut their mouths.

Yu Xiaoheng flicked the blood off his fist, didn't even glance at the corpse on the ground, and turned to walk towards the exit.

Even after leaving the killing field, the air outside was still murky.

Yu Xiaoheng frowned slightly.

It was utterly tasteless.

That battle wasn't even a warm-up for him. These fallen ones, stripped of their soul skills, were pitifully weak and posed no threat to him whatsoever.

But he did not immediately return to the cellar in the abandoned neighborhood.

He walked north along the dark alleys on the edge of the killing city, eventually disappearing under the ruins of a collapsed building.

Finding a secluded corner, Yu Xiaoheng sat down cross-legged.

He needs to verify something.

The Killing City is Tang Chen's territory.

Yu Xiaoheng was afraid that Tang Chen would come knocking on his door.

It would be one thing if he died, but if he dragged Bibi Dong, Shui Yun'er, Shui Lingxi, and Rou'er into it, that would be a real tragedy.

It's not that I'm particularly willing to sacrifice for them, but as a modern person who transmigrates, there's no need for me to die and then have a few people buried with me.

He deliberately separated from them and hid outside alone.

If Tang Chen really sensed something and unleashed a Shura sword aura, then he could only accept his bad luck.

one day.

Two days.

Three days.

Yu Xiaoheng sat in the ruins like a stone, concealing all his aura.

The dome of the Killing City overhead was dark and oppressive, devoid of any divine power.

The entire Killing City continued to operate according to its original rules.

No powerful mental energy swept over this area.

Yu Xiaoheng slowly opened his eyes.

He recalled the situation during the previous match.

He did not use the power of divine retribution at that time.

The angel god Qian Yuhan, who was possessing Qian Renxue, was completely unaware of his abnormality.

Yu Xiaoheng had a guess in his mind.

The level of divine punishment is probably higher than that of ordinary demigods or even gods.

As long as he doesn't actively release the purple fire that's powerful enough to burn everything, those high and mighty beings won't be able to detect the secrets within him.

Since Qian Yuhan couldn't find out.

Tang Chen, who was in a daze, naturally had no way of noticing.

Chapter 507 The Power of Bloodline Evolution

Alert lifted.

Yu Xiaoheng stood up and brushed the dust off his clothes.

It's time to go back too.

Back in the cellar of the abandoned neighborhood.

Yu Xiaoheng pushed open the heavy iron-clad wooden door.

The cellar was spotless, and a few fluorescent mosses were gathered on a wooden table, emitting a soft glow.

Hearing the door open, the four women immediately stood up.