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

Yu Xiaoheng and the others disappeared into the night.

However, the news from Tiandou City swept across the entire Douluo Continent like a violent storm the next morning.

At the beginning.

The Heaven Dou Royal Family, the Clear Sky Sect, and the Spirit Hall, these major forces, wanted to join forces to cover up the news.

After all, if word got out that five Title Douluos had been beaten to the ground by a Soul Emperor, the major powers would have lost all face.

But it was completely useless.

Tiandou City is a vital transportation hub for the entire continent.

Hundreds of high-level Soul Masters participated in the battle, and the Imperial Palace Square was reduced to ruins, witnessed by so many people.

The news spread too fast.

Countless carrier pigeons and fast horses scattered from Tiandou City in all directions.

The far north.

On the icy plains amidst wind and snow.

In a simple ice and snow tavern, the fireplace was burning brightly.

Dozens of Soul Masters, wrapped in heavy animal hides, sat together, drinking large gulps of cheap, strong liquor.

"Have you heard?" A bearded Soul Master slammed his wine bowl heavily on the table. "Something terrible has happened in Heaven Dou City!"

"What happened? The Emperor of Tiandou was killed?" someone nearby casually asked.

"Even more deadly than that!" The bearded man leaned closer to the stove. "Yu Xiaoheng single-handedly took on five Title Douluos in the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace!"

The tavern fell silent instantly, with only the crackling of burning firewood.

Everyone turned to look at the bearded man.

"Are you drunk?" someone sneered. "How old is Yu Xiaoheng? I remember he only broke through level 60 when he participated in the Soul Battle Competition. One Soul Emperor fighting five Title Douluos?"

"This news is absolutely true!" the bearded man hurriedly defended. "My relative works for the Heaven Dou Royal Knights and saw it with his own eyes! The Seventh Elder of the Clear Sky Sect had his Martial Soul destroyed, the Eighth Elder had his sternum smashed by a single punch, the Spirit Hall's Demon Bear Douluo cut off his own arm to escape, and the Ghost Leopard Douluo was directly beaten into pieces!"

hiss--

Gasps of astonishment echoed throughout the tavern.

"real or fake……"

"That's a Title Douluo!"

The same scene unfolded in various cities of the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire.

All the Soul Masters were talking about this name like crazy.

Yu Xiaoheng.

This name has become a mountain weighing down on the heads of all his contemporaries.

The capital of the Star Luo Empire.

A tavern in an underground black market.

This place is a melting pot of all sorts of people, and it's a gathering place for a large number of evil spirit masters who have escaped from the City of Slaughter.

Since the destruction of the Killing Capital, these evil soul masters have been scattered across the continent, living a life of hiding and concealment.

At this moment, on a large wooden table in the center of the tavern stood a malevolent spirit master with a long scar on his face.

He was boasting with spittle flying everywhere.

"Yu Xiaoheng? Yu Xiaoheng is nothing!" Scarface shouted, patting his withered chest. "Back in the City of Slaughter, I fought Yu Xiaoheng head-on, a real battle!"

The surrounding evil spirit masters all stopped drinking and looked at them with astonishment.

That's a ruthless person who crippled five Title Douluos.

How did this scarred man manage to fight him and survive?

"Scarface, did you really fight Yu Xiaoheng?" A short evil spirit master approached, his face full of curiosity.

"Of course!" Scarface proudly raised his chin. "Back in the killing arena, Yu Xiaoheng was slaughtering everyone. I couldn't stand it, so I attacked him directly. I didn't even consider his so-called martial spirit a threat!"

Actually.

The stands of the killing field a few months ago.

Scarface, as a spectator, sat in the last row of the audience.

He ate an apple while watching Yu Xiaoheng slaughter his opponents below.

Seeing Yu Xiaoheng win several matches in a row, Scarface impulsively threw the half-eaten apple at Yu Xiaoheng on the stage.

The apple, still more than ten meters away from Yu Xiaoheng in mid-air, was torn to pieces by the fierce winds sweeping across the battlefield.

Yu Xiaoheng didn't even raise his head at that moment.

This is what Scarface boasted about as a "head-on confrontation".

"I don't believe it." An old voice came from the corner.

A gaunt old man came out leaning on a cane.

"It's the lie detector master, the Ghost Hand!" someone recognized the old man.

Ghost Hand himself is not very strong, but his martial soul is a special mirror that can accurately test whether other people's words are true or false.

"Kid, do you dare let me test you?" Ghost Hand stared at the scarred face on the table.

Scarface swallowed hard and nodded with forced composure: "I'll take the test! I didn't lie!"

Ghost Hand summoned the Mirror Martial Soul, and a white light enveloped Scarface's body.

"Did you really attack Yu Xiaoheng?" Ghost Hand questioned.

Scarface recalled the image of himself forcefully throwing that half-apple and shouted, "Yes! I did lay a hand on Yu Xiaoheng!"

The mirror's light was steady and did not flicker.

The truth.

The old man with the ghostly hand's eyes lit up.

"And, after you attacked him, you survived unscathed?" Ghost Hand continued to press.

Scarface, recalling his escape from Killing City after watching the match, shouted again, "Yes! I survived! Not a single hair on my head!"

The mirror's reflection remained steady, emitting a soft white light.

The truth!

Immediately afterwards, a roar of exclamations erupted.

"Scarface! You're my own brother!"

"Scarface is amazing! Even Yu Xiaoheng couldn't kill you!"

"From now on, all of us brothers will follow Scarface!"

The look in everyone's eyes as they looked at Scarface instantly changed from suspicion to admiration.

The old man with the ghostly hand also withdrew his martial spirit, bowed deeply to the scarred man, and spoke respectfully.

"It was my mistake. You are actually a hidden peerless expert, able to withstand Yu Xiaoheng without dying. My apologies."

Scarface stood on the table, enjoying the worship of the crowd, but his legs were shaking uncontrollably.

Chapter 536 The Spirit Hall Shakes

Haotian Sect.

Council Hall.

The current sect leader, Tang Wei, sat in the main seat, his face ashen.

In the center of the main hall were the Seventh Elder and the Eighth Elder, who had been carried back on stretchers.

The Seventh Elder had a full head of disheveled white hair and looked emaciated. His martial spirit origin had been burned by the Heavenly Punishment Purple Flame, and his meridians were broken. He was now a cripple who could not even gather soul power.

The Eighth Elder suffered a large-scale collapse of his sternum. Although he survived, he suffered irreversible damage.

"How could it have gotten like this..."

In a corner of the main hall.

Tang San was distraught.

When he received the message from Tiandou City, his first reaction was that it was absurd.

No matter how strong Yu Xiaoheng is, he is still just a Soul Emperor.

The Clear Sky Sect dispatched two titled Douluo elders, along with Mad Rhino, Demon Bear, Ghost Leopard, and others from the Spirit Hall.

With the experts from the Heavenly Dou royal family providing support, the situation became even more challenging.

Such a lineup is used to besiege a young man who has no sect protection.

How could we possibly lose?

But the facts speak for themselves.

Tang San felt a bottomless despair welling up in his heart.

He painstakingly plotted and schemed in secret, wanting to eliminate Yu Xiaoheng, the greatest enemy of the Haotian Sect.

He thought that this scheme of using someone else to do the dirty work would surely kill Yu Xiaoheng in Tiandou City.

Did it fail again?

Yu Xiaoheng did not die.

Instead, in front of the entire continent, he completed a battle to become a god, fighting against five opponents single-handedly.

How do we handle this?

Is Yu Xiaoheng really unbeatable?

Tang San turned his head and looked at Tang Hao on the other side of the hall.