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

Bibi Dong walked up to him in a few steps, her eyes filled with fine red blood vessels.

"Brother Xiao Heng, where did you go?" Bibi Dong's voice was tight, filled with lingering fear.

Shui Yun'er and Shui Lingxi also gathered around.

Rou'er then pounced on Yu Xiaoheng's back from behind, tightly gripping his neck with both hands.

"You scared me to death! I thought you'd been beaten to death!" Rou'er shouted.

Yu Xiaoheng patted Rou'er's arm, signaling her to let go.

"I went to familiarize myself with the environment of the killing field and also to find out the distribution of power here," Yu Xiaoheng said casually, without changing his expression.

He didn't want to mention Tang Chen, lest they live in constant fear.

"You'll be gone for three days?" Bibi Dong stared intently at him.

“The City of Slaughter is too big, and the situation is complicated.” Yu Xiaoheng walked to the wooden chair, sat down, picked up the water that Shui Lingxi had poured for him, and took a sip. “But it’s alright now. I know what I’m doing.”

Seeing that he was unharmed, the women finally relaxed.

The next few days.

Yu Xiaoheng began to regularly participate in the Hell Killing Arena competitions.

Each victory was a resounding triumph. His name quickly spread throughout the city of slaughter.

Bibi Dong also began to appear on stage.

She came here on her own initiative to train, so she was naturally very familiar with the place. Even though she couldn't use her soul skills, the spider blades that her arms had transformed into, as well as the potent toxins that accompanied her, still terrified those who had fallen from grace.

Victory after victory came without any pressure for her.

Between matches, life in the cellar was quite cozy.

Having gone through life and death together, the girls' feelings for Yu Xiaoheng quickly intensified.

Wiping away sweat, fetching water, and giving massages are tasks they practically vie to do.

Bibi Dong, in particular, completely abandoned her previous aloof and saintly demeanor. Whenever Yu Xiaoheng returned to the cellar, she would always be the first to take his blood-stained coat, her movements as practiced as a wife's.

The Shui sisters were not to be outdone, and they tried every means to improve the living conditions in the cellar with their limited resources.

Rou'er, however, remained as carefree as ever, constantly snuggling into Yu Xiaoheng's arms, which earned her eye-rolls from the other three.

But the problem also followed.

"Sister, it's our turn to register tomorrow."

On the wooden bed, Shui Lingxi hugged her knees and whispered to Shui Yun'er.

Shui Yun'er's expression was somewhat solemn.

They are the elites of Tianshui Academy, specializing in elemental control and soul skill bursts.

However, in the City of Slaughter, soul skills are completely sealed off.

They can only fight by relying on physical strength and basic martial spirit possession. Their delicate physical condition is far inferior to that of the burly, bloodthirsty Fallen Ones.

Yu Xiaoheng sat at the table, listening to everything.

indeed.

The Soul Masters of Tianshui Academy suffer a significant drop in combat power once they lose their Soul Skills. Sending them directly onto the stage would be too risky.

"You two, come here," Yu Xiaoheng said.

Upon hearing this, Shui Yun'er and Shui Lingxi obediently walked to the table.

Bibi Dong and Rou'er also stopped what they were doing and looked over.

Yu Xiaoheng stretched out his right hand, rolled up his sleeve, revealing his strong wrist.

Then, he brought his left hand together like a knife and made a light cut along the vein on his right wrist.

Fresh blood gushed out instantly.

But the blood wasn't the usual dark red.

In the dim fluorescent light, Yu Xiaoheng's blood shimmered with a noble purple-gold luster, with even faint red and blue veins flowing and intertwining within it.

A strange, pleasant fragrance instantly filled the entire cellar.

There was no trace of bloodiness; instead, it carried a refreshing medicinal fragrance and a subtle dragon's oppressive aura.

"Xiao Heng, what are you doing!" Shui Yun'er was startled and hurriedly went to find a strip of cloth to bandage the wound.

"Don't move," Yu Xiaoheng called out to her.

He held out his wrist to Shui Yun'er.

"Drink it."

The four women were stunned at the same time.

"Are you crazy?" Bibi Dong frowned and strode over.

“I’m perfectly sober.” Yu Xiaoheng looked at the Shui sisters. “You can’t use soul skills in the City of Slaughter. Your bodies are too weak. Going up there would just be suicide.”

"My constitution is very special. I have consumed many top-quality medicinal herbs before, and their medicinal effects have long been integrated into my bones and blood."

"Now all these powers are suppressed in my bloodline."

Yu Xiaoheng looked at the purple-gold blood dripping continuously from his wrist.

"Drinking it will transform your body. It's the fastest way."

What he didn't say was that his blood still contained the power of the Ice Dragon King, enough to transform the Shui sisters.

Shui Lingxi opened her eyes wide.

She sensed the terrifying energy contained within the blood. Just smelling that fragrance increased the speed of her soul power circulation by three points.

Looking at Yu Xiaoheng's calm face, Shui Yun'er felt a warm current surge in her heart.

"Aren't you going to drink it? It's going to spill on the floor," Yu Xiaoheng urged.

Shui Yun'er no longer hesitated.

She stepped forward, bowed slightly, and held Yu Xiaoheng's right hand in both hands.

Her soft, warm lips pressed directly against the wound on his wrist.

"Gudong."

Blood enters the throat.

Shui Yun'er felt as if scalding magma rushed down her esophagus and into her stomach, which then turned into an extreme chill.

The interplay of ice and fire caused the medicinal properties and energy to explode within her body.

Her face flushed red, and her body began to tremble slightly.

"That's enough, change the player."

Yu Xiaoheng withdrew his hand.

Shui Yun'er took two steps back, immediately sat down cross-legged, closed her eyes, and began to fully guide the rampaging power within her body.

Seeing this, Shui Lingxi also came over.

She gritted her teeth and, imitating her sister, put her mouth on Yu Xiaoheng's wound.

The purple-gold blood was lost again.

Yu Xiaoheng only withdrew his hand after Shui Lingxi also sat down cross-legged.

The purple-gold dragon bloodline surged at the wound, and the skin and flesh healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving not a single scar.

The cellar fell silent.

Fine beads of sweat began to seep from Shui Yun'er and Shui Lingxi's bodies.

The sweat contained grayish-black impurities.

Their brows were tightly furrowed, clearly indicating that they were enduring unimaginable pain.

In the current Douluo Continent, the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings are absolutely comparable to replicable immortal herbs. If it weren't for the bloodline energy in Yu Xiaoheng's blood forcefully suppressing and guiding these energies, they would have exploded and died long ago.

Two hours later.

The two opened their eyes at the same time.

A strong gust of wind swept over them, scattering the wood ash from the cellar everywhere.

Shui Yun'er stood up and stretched her shoulders.

The bones emitted a crisp popping sound.

Her originally fair and delicate skin was now crystal clear, like the finest mutton-fat jade. Beneath her seemingly frail body lay explosive power.

Chapter 508 Reigning Supreme, the Power of Subjects

"So strong." Shui Lingxi clenched her fist and threw a punch out of thin air.

The fist whistled through the air, creating a muffled explosion.

This was something they wouldn't have dared to even dream of before.

"Your physical strength has met the requirements." Yu Xiaoheng nodded. "But strength alone is not enough. You relied too much on soul skills before and didn't understand true killing techniques."

He stood up and walked to the center of the cellar.

"Watch closely. I'm going to teach you a trick."

Yu Xiaoheng's eyes narrowed.

An invisible spiritual force instantly surged from between his eyebrows and clung to his right fist.

"The Killing City forbids soul techniques, but not mental power."

"Concentrate your mental energy and integrate it into your physical attacks. While striking the opponent's body, destroy their will and defenses from a mental perspective."

Yu Xiaoheng slowly threw a punch.

It's clearly moving very slowly.