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

Use overwhelming numbers to wear him down from afar. Force him to use that area, force him to use combination attacks. If he dares to use them, he's only hastening his own demise.

The cardinal acknowledged the order and withdrew.

At the same time, the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan.

Several hundred people were gathered in front of the huge mountain gate.

The members of the four affiliated single-attribute clans of the Clear Sky Sect, the Knights of the Spirit Hall, and some idle soul masters who were attached to these two major forces blocked the road up the mountain.

"Yu Yuanzhen! Get out here!"

A hall master from the Haotian Sect stood at the front of the formation, shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Your son, Yu Xiaoheng, has committed numerous evils and offended the entire world! Now he is cornered and being chased like a wild dog by the experts from both our families! If your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan knows what's good for you, you should quickly announce that you are expelling him from the sect and drawing a clear line! Otherwise, once we catch him, we will raze your lousy mountain to the ground!"

A platinum bishop from the Spirit Hall also stepped forward.

"Listen up, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. The Papal Palace has issued the highest warrant for your arrest. Yu Xiaoheng is harboring the criminal Bibi Dong and colluding with a 100,000-year-old soul beast. If you continue to protect him, you will be making an enemy of the entire Spirit Hall. We are only here to deliver a message today; tomorrow, a large army may be pressing in!"

On the city wall at the mountain gate.

The disciples guarding the gate gripped their spears tightly, trembling with rage.

"These bastards who rely on their master's power!" a young disciple gritted his teeth. "The young master slaughtered them outside, and they dare not provoke him, yet they come here barking and howling!"

A deacon next to him patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't be impulsive. The sect leader has ordered that no one is allowed to go out to fight. Let them shout. No matter how loud they shout, it can't hide the fact that they are terrified by the young master alone."

In stark contrast to the arrogant atmosphere outside the mountain gate, the council hall of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was currently in a state of near-boiling excitement.

Seven or eight core elders sat around a huge long table, which was covered with battle reports that had just been sent back through secret channels.

Yu Luomian held a piece of parchment in his hand, his beard bristling with excitement.

"Look at this! Look at the results of this battle for yourselves!" Yu Luomian slammed the parchment on the table, making a crisp sound.

"The interception team consisted of two Title Douluos and seven Soul Douluos! And what happened? That old guy from the Spirit Hall named Morris had his Fire Hawk True Form shattered on the spot, and he was sent flying hundreds of meters away, crashing into the ruins, his fate unknown! That old bastard from the Clear Sky Sect fared even worse; his prized Clear Sky Hammer was knocked out of his hand, and all the bones in his arm were shattered!"

The second elder leaned over for a look and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"That's great! That's so satisfying! These bastards are usually so arrogant and domineering, but now in front of our young master, aren't they just like chickens and dogs?"

The Third Elder tapped the table, reminding everyone, "Pay close attention to the details. After the young master left the City of Slaughter, that underground city completely collapsed. According to ancient records, only by completely draining the core power of the City of Slaughter could this result occur. Moreover, the young master's current domain is astonishingly large."

Chapter 523 Douluo Continent, A Living Legend

Yu Luomian nodded.

"That's right! The scouts reported that the moment the young master unleashed his domain, the fighting spirit of everyone within a thousand meters was forcibly stripped away. Even purplish-black lightning descended from the sky. What does this mean? It means that the young master not only obtained the legendary Killing God Domain, but also evolved it!"

The elders looked at each other, their eyes gleaming with fanaticism.

A younger elder exclaimed, "The young master is only level sixty-something! A Soul Emperor who doesn't even have a Martial Soul True Body, facing a formidable lineup of two Title Douluos and seven Soul Douluos, not only instantly suppressed them but also managed to break through with a few others. Who throughout history has been able to match such combat prowess?"

"Those fools from the Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect think they can wear down the young master through a war of attrition. They don't understand how powerful the young master's spirit is at absorbing energy. The longer he fights outside, the more energy he absorbs. Once he truly breaks through level 70 and obtains his seventh spirit ring, this world will belong to our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"

An atmosphere of absolute confidence permeated the main hall. The shouts from outside could be faintly heard, but to the elders, they sounded more like the wailing of defeated dogs.

Passing through the noisy main hall, the atmosphere in the sect leader's secret chamber on the back mountain was much more somber.

Yu Yuanzhen sat on a mahogany chair, looking at the frontline intelligence in his hand.

At the other end of the room, Yu Xiaogang sat in a specially made wheelchair.

His condition was strange. The surrounding light seemed to be swallowed up by the aura emanating from him. His skin was sickly pale, but his eyes shone with a blood-red light.

Behind him, the faint phantom of a ferocious dark dragon hovered. That was his martial soul, formerly Luo Buhui, now the Dark Dragon.

Yu Xiaogang glanced at the battle report in his father's hand and shook his head.

"too slow."

"What's too slow?" Yu Yuanzhen asked.

"Big Brother's improvement speed." Yu Xiaogang looked up. "Yu Xiaoheng clearly absorbed the sacrifice of a 100,000-year-old soul beast, he should have broken through to level 70 by now. Why isn't he level 70 yet?"

Yu Yuanzhen fell silent.

Yu Xiaogang tapped his fingers on the armrest of his wheelchair, making a dull sound.

He didn't understand.

This can only be attributed to the fact that the sacrifice of soul beasts is extremely rare, and there may be various special circumstances.

The benefits that Yu Xiaoheng was allowed to receive were not significant.

Yu Yuanzhen and Yu Xiaogang remained silent, their expressions gradually darkening.

Damn it, why did Yu Xiaoheng's sacrifice have to go wrong?

……

The Imperial City of the Heavenly Dou Empire.

The once bustling tavern was now filled with whispers.

Around the round table in the center of the tavern, several Soul Masters dressed as adventurers huddled together, staring at the joint wanted poster on the table, stamped with the Pope's Seal of the Spirit Hall and the Grand Seal of the Clear Sky Sect.

"It's been six days." A scarred-faced Soul Master took a swig of ale, his voice low. "A full six days! The Spirit Hall has deployed three Title Douluos, along with the Knights, and four powerful elders from the Clear Sky Sect. With such a lineup, how come they still haven't captured a Soul Emperor?"

"It's more than just that we didn't take it!" The tall, thin Soul Master next to him slapped his thigh hard. "You guys didn't go to the front lines! That valley on the outskirts of the Star Dou Forest was completely flattened. I heard that the Spirit Hall lost three Soul Douluos, and on the Clear Sky Sect's side, even the experts from their affiliated clans were killed in droves."

In the corner sat several people wearing straw hats.

Those were people from the Divine Wind Academy and the Blazing Fire Academy.

Feng Che lowered the brim of his hat, holding a teacup in his hand, but the surface of the water rippled because of the trembling of his hand. He turned to look at Huo Yan and Huo Ning beside him.

"A Soul Emperor, fighting alone against a titled Soul Master, slaughtering Soul Douluos like dogs." Feng Che exhaled. "While we were still basking in the glory of securing a spot in the top eight at the Advanced Soul Master Tournament, Yu Xiaoheng was already invincible."

Huo Ning bit her lower lip, recalling the boy with only two spirit rings during the exchange competition, and felt a little dazed.

"He won't live long." Huo Yan crossed his arms. "The entire continent is after him. He's a walking treasure trove, with 100,000-year soul rings and 100,000-year soul bones. He's a piece of fat meat right now, and everyone wants a bite. No matter how strong he is, how many rounds of attrition can he withstand?"

The eyes of the world are now focused on that escape route that stretches for hundreds of miles.

Shock, greed, fear.

The name Yu Xiaoheng has become a legend.

A living legend.

……

North of the Starry Sky Forest lies the Valley of Doom.

"boom--!"

An explosion resounded deep within the canyon. The towering cliffs on both sides shook violently, and countless boulders tumbled down.

Yu Xiaoheng slid backward for more than ten meters with both feet on the ground, carving out two deep furrows.

His upper garments had long since been stripped to shreds, revealing his muscular physique. At this moment, his body was covered in a layer of golden-blue arcs of electricity.

Ahead, amidst billowing dust, five Spirit Hall Soul Douluos flanked them in a fan shape.

"He's done for! Charge!" a cardinal shouted, his seventh spirit ring shining brightly behind him, and the true form of a huge black-armored rhinoceros appeared, charging towards Yu Xiaoheng with immense force.

Yu Xiaoheng didn't waste any words.

The dragon shadow roared behind him and detached from his body.

Yu Xiaoheng slammed his right leg off the ground, shooting straight towards the black-armored rhinoceros.

Golden and blue lightning gathered wildly on his fist.

"die."

Yu Xiaoheng punched the black-armored rhinoceros's hardest horn.

Thunder! Paralysis!

Extreme lightning power surged wildly into the opponent's body through the unicorn's horn. The cardinal felt his body stiffen, and his soul power stagnated.

In that half-second pause, Yu Xiaoheng had already unleashed more than a dozen punches.

Each attack is accompanied by a weakened version of thunderous strike, with output far exceeding that of a normal second soul skill!

"Crack!"

Unicorn fracture.

Yu Xiaoheng smashed the black-armored rhinoceros's skull with a single punch. Blood mixed with brain matter gushed out, and the cardinal died on the spot without even uttering a scream.

The remaining four Soul Douluos were dumbfounded.

But at that moment, an overwhelming pressure descended from the sky.

"You beast, cease your madness!"

In the sky, a titled Douluo elder from the Spirit Hall swooped down, his ninth spirit ring lighting up. The wind blades that filled the sky transformed into a meat grinder, sealing off all of Yu Xiaoheng's escape routes.

Faced with the ultimate attack from a Title Douluo, Yu Xiaoheng did not take it head-on.

A thought suddenly occurred to him.

The third spirit ring lit up.

Purple fire!

The golden-blue lightning armor on Yu Xiaoheng's body faded away, replaced by blazing purple flames.

Divine Punishment Form!

The martial spirit behind him also turned purplish-black in an instant, transforming into a divine dragon of divine punishment.

Yu Xiaoheng raised his right hand, and the power of divine punishment condensed in his palm into a long spear burning with purple flames. He threw it forcefully, sending the spear flying towards the countless wind blades.

Chapter 524 You did not accept the sacrifice!?

The instant the two came into contact.

Those wind blades formed by the ninth soul skill of the titled Douluo were burned, twisted, and collapsed the moment they encountered the purple fire, just like the first snow meeting boiling water.