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

Chapter 539 Another Battle for the Title

At the center of the vortex, Yu Xiaoheng was devouring their energy in large gulps. The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger's specialized attributes displayed terrifying dominance.

The soul masters caught in the turmoil had their soul power overflow uncontrollably, turning into visible white specks of light that continuously flowed into Yu Xiaoheng's body.

Those ordinary soul masters with lower strength had their physical bodies wither away, their life essence completely drained.

In just a few seconds.

The storm vortex dissipated.

The ground was covered with mummified corpses.

Austin and the Wind Sword Sect elder knelt on the ground, panting heavily. Their Martial Soul True Forms had been dispelled, their Soul Power was depleted, and they didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Yu Xiaoheng walked up to Austin and looked down at him.

"From the Spirit Hall?"

Austin raised his head, his face full of resentment: "You little beast, the Elders' Hall will not let you get away with this..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Yu Xiaoheng stepped on Austin's head.

"boom!"

The sound of a watermelon shattering rang out. Red and white splattered all over the ground.

The elder of the Wind Sword Sect was so frightened that he trembled all over and scrambled back, crying and shouting as he ran.

Yu Xiaoheng did not pursue.

He glanced at the remaining three or four hundred Soul Masters. They were terrified, their formation collapsed, and they fled into the depths of the canyon, pushing and trampling each other.

Yu Xiaoheng put away the elemental patterns. He felt the enormous energy he had just absorbed into his body, his soul power surging through his meridians, and he felt refreshed.

He turned around and waved to Bibi Dong.

"Let's go."

Bibi Dong quickly followed. She glanced at Austin's body on the ground, said nothing, and silently walked behind Yu Xiaoheng.

Shui Lingxi kept wiping the cold sweat from her forehead. Rou'er clung tightly to the hem of Shui Lingxi's clothes.

The procession continued forward.

Beyond the Cloud Piercing Gorge lies a vast, open plain known as the Sunset Plain.

If you travel another two hundred miles or so, you will reach the territory of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan.

Yu Xiaoheng's steps remained light and quick. Occasionally, a few scouting spirit beasts circled in the sky. He completely ignored those spies.

He knew that news of the battle had definitely spread. With the small fry dealt with, the real experts would be coming next.

as predicted.

When we reached the very center of the plain.

The air ahead rippled like water.

The air ahead rippled like water.

Four figures stepped out and landed steadily on the grass.

They wore large black cloaks with their hoods pulled low, obscuring their faces in shadow.

There was no opening statement.

As soon as the four landed, dazzling light burst forth beneath their feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.

Thirty-six spirit rings shone brightly, and a powerful spirit force swept across the surroundings like a tsunami. The grass on the ground was instantly flattened, and a strong wind howled.

Four titled Douluo.

Yu Xiaoheng stopped in his tracks.

He didn't even glance at the four people, but instead turned to Shui Lingxi and Rou'er and gestured with his chin.

"Stand back, don't get caught in the crossfire."

Shui Lingxi swallowed hard and pulled Rou'er along as they ran toward the edge of the plain.

Just as Bibi Dong was about to step forward, she was stopped by Yu Xiaoheng.

"You can just stand there and watch the show," Yu Xiaoheng said calmly.

Bibi Dong stopped and nodded.

In front.

The four titled Douluo remained silent.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, and they simultaneously activated their seventh black spirit rings.

True Form of Martial Soul.

Four enormous phantom figures rose from the ground and quickly solidified.

Directly in front of us is a giant ape covered in barbs, tens of meters tall, with arms as thick as pillars.

On the left is a giant black-feathered eagle with a wingspan of over thirty meters, circling in mid-air and stirring up gusts of wind.

On the right is a giant, emerald-green python over a hundred meters long, its tongue flicking in and out, emitting venomous gas.

Behind them was a huge man-eating flower, its petals open, spewing out a thick, dark green mist.

The four Martial Soul True Forms formed a pincer movement, blocking Yu Xiaoheng's path forward.

The giant rock ape slammed its fists into the ground, and its eighth spirit ring lit up.

Boom!

Ripples of earthy yellow spread across the ground. Countless stone pillars, as thick as buckets, burst forth from the earth, crisscrossing and instantly transforming into a sturdy stone cage, trapping Yu Xiaoheng in the very center.

Immediately afterwards, the man-eating flower's stamens suddenly contracted, spewing out an extremely dense, dark green poisonous miasma that rushed straight towards the stone prison. The giant green python opened its blood-red maw, spitting out several jets of foul-smelling venomous water that merged into the poisonous miasma.

The black-feathered giant eagle in mid-air flapped its wings wildly, creating a tornado.

The gale, carrying poisonous miasma and venom, transformed into a deadly toxic storm that poured wildly into the cracks of the stone prison.

The four worked together seamlessly.

Controlling routes, altering terrain, releasing toxins, and catalyzing wind.

None of them chose to engage in close combat, nor did they launch any probing attacks.

The opening move is to use the Martial Soul True Form to control and consume resources.

Their goal was very clear: to avoid mistakes rather than achieve anything, and to keep Yu Xiaoheng in this position by maintaining a safe distance and using attrition tactics.

Trapped in the center of the stone prison, Yu Xiaoheng looked up at the deadly poisonous storm looming overhead.

The venom fell on the stone pillar, producing a harsh, corrosive sound, and the hard rock melted at a visible speed.

Yu Xiaoheng showed no sign of panic.

"Is that all the tricks you have?"

His shoulders trembled.

With a high-pitched dragon roar that pierced the clouds, a purple-gold light shot into the sky.

A detached martial soul, half-purple-gold extreme dragon.

The enormous dragon body coiled in mid-air, its purple-gold scales reflecting a metallic luster in the sunlight.

The giant green python on the periphery let out an uneasy hiss, and its massive body involuntarily curled up.

A highly toxic storm is approaching, and its stench is nauseating.

Yu Xiaoheng did not dodge. He slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers spread wide.

A deep blue light gathered in his palm. The ultimate ice.

Immediately afterwards, the third spirit ring on his body, glowing with purple flames, shone brightly. Divine Punishment Form activated.

Purple flames erupted from his body, rapidly circulating along with the chilling aura of the extreme ice. Under the forced distortion of the power of divine punishment, the ferocity of the flames and the extreme cold of the ice merged, transforming into a strange, eerie frost of a dark purple hue.

"Let it freeze," Yu Xiaoheng said calmly.

The half-purple-gold dragon, hovering in mid-air, opened its mouth and spewed out a fan-shaped stream of dark purple cold breath.

A chilling breath collided head-on with a deadly storm.

The rapidly spinning storm froze in mid-air the moment it touched the purplish frost. The gale instantly transformed into a still, ice-sculpted whirlwind.

The dark green poisonous miasma, the foul-smelling columns of venomous water, and the crisscrossing stone prisons surrounding them were all covered by a dark purple frost at this moment.

The power of divine retribution, with its properties of burning and distorting all physical matter and soul energy, erupted in full force. It not only froze the venom and stone pillars but also frantically burned and destroyed their structures.

With a cracking sound, the ice on the surface of the stone prison cracked rapidly, shattering the frozen stone pillars into countless tiny purple ice fragments.

The encirclement was easily broken.

Chapter 540 Seventh Pattern: Wind Pattern

Just as the Giant Ape Douluo was about to charge forward, a layer of purple frost suddenly formed on his arms. To his horror, he discovered that the purple frost not only froze his rock spikes but was also frantically devouring his soul power through his Martial Soul True Body.

The Giant Eagle Douluo flapped his wings wildly in mid-air, trying to shake off the ice shards clinging to his feathers. But the wind element on his wings was completely out of control, as heavy as if it were made of lead.

"This cold air is strange! My wind is frozen!" Giant Eagle Douluo's voice trembled.

"The venom has lost its effectiveness. We can't gain an advantage by fighting head-on. Retreat!" the Emerald Python Douluo shouted immediately.

Without the slightest hesitation.

These four people had come to wear each other down, and seeing their combined attack formation broken in an instant, and even their own martial soul bodies suffering backlash, their will to survive instantly took over.

The Man-Eating Flower Douluo was the first to retreat, its massive flower body suddenly contracting and burrowing directly into the ground.

The emerald green giant python Douluo twisted wildly, smashing aside the boulder in front of it, and slithered away madly along the grass into the distance.