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

The ground beneath his feet exploded. Yu Xiaoheng transformed into a blur of wind and thunder, hurtling backward at incredible speed, leaving a long trail of air in his wake.

"Want to run?"

Qian Daoliu snorted coldly. His eighth spirit ring shone, and a huge six-winged angel phantom slashed down from the sky.

The golden giant sword cleaved the ice wall in two, and with its remaining force, it slashed in the direction Yu Xiaoheng had fled.

The sword energy slashed through the sky, violently tearing apart the air along its path.

Yu Xiaoheng ran wildly with his back to the sword energy. He was fast now, but not fast enough. The wind power provided by the broken wind patterns was too low; even at his maximum speed with wind and thunder, he still couldn't shake off Qian Daoliu's slashes.

The brain is working at lightning speed.

The wind patterns are broken, but what is the essence of wind?

As a time traveler, the laws of physics from his previous life immediately came to mind. Wind is the air convection phenomenon caused by the movement of molecules due to alternating changes in temperature.

The greater the temperature difference, the greater the air pressure difference, and the more terrifying the wind speed.

What does he possess now?

He possesses the ultimate fire twisted by divine retribution, representing destructive high temperatures.

He possesses the ultimate ice, twisted by divine retribution, representing a freezing temperature that can freeze everything.

Since the outside winds aren't strong enough, we'll create our own storm.

Yu Xiaoheng immediately mobilized the soul power within his body.

In his left hand, the deep blue chill of extreme ice mixed with the purple flames of divine punishment, forming the source of extreme cold.

In his right hand, the golden-red flames of ultimate fire merged with the power of divine punishment, forming an extremely hot source.

He forcibly brought together two completely opposite extreme temperatures behind him.

boom!

Hot air expands and rises wildly, while cold air is rapidly compressed and descends. Under the forced reconciliation of the forces of divine retribution, the hot and cold air masses collide and displace violently.

The convection effect in physics was amplified countless times under the impetus of the Heavenly Punishment Soul Power.

A dark purple whirlwind suddenly exploded behind Yu Xiaoheng.

Divine retribution for the convective force!

Chapter 542 The Seventh Ultimate

The newly formed convective storm resonated violently with the broken wind patterns on Yu Xiaoheng's right arm. The power of wind and thunder was ignited by this convective gale.

In that instant, Yu Xiaoheng's speed surged to an illogical level.

A series of dense sonic booms erupted from the air behind him. He transformed into a streak of dark purple light, his speed increasing several times over, and he narrowly missed the edge of Qian Daoliu's golden sword energy.

The sword energy shattered the afterimage he left behind, striking the distant mountain and splitting the entire peak in two.

Yu Xiaoheng had already escaped several kilometers away.

During his high-speed run, he felt a stinging pain in his right arm.

The convective force of divine punishment not only provided extreme acceleration, but also continuously washed away and repaired the broken wind pattern. But this was not enough; the evolution of the wind pattern required enormous energy support.

"Since we're going to complete it, let's do it all at once."

Yu Xiaoheng opened up the constraints inside his body.

The divine power of the Sea God's origin, the killing power of the Asura, and the resentment of the Rakshasa that he had absorbed in Tiandou City before—these divine powers that had not yet been fully digested and remained in his limbs and bones—were forcibly extracted and frantically poured into the wind patterns on his right arm along his meridians.

The originally dull blue wind patterns burst forth with dazzling light under the nourishment of this complex and extremely high-level energy.

The blue veins spread rapidly across the skin, outlining and perfecting themselves.

The color deepened, shifting from cyan to a profound dark cyan. The rhythm of the wind became purer and more violent.

All Yu Xiaoheng could hear was the howling of the wind. He could clearly feel that his control over the wind element was increasing exponentially.

This was an unexpected surprise. He had thought he would need to devour a few more wind-attribute experts to complete the wind pattern, but unexpectedly, with the help of his previous life's knowledge of physics and the residual divine power within his body, he directly completed the deduction.

The ultimate style.

The seventh pattern is taking shape.

The moment it took shape, Yu Xiaoheng's speed surged once again. Wind resistance vanished for him; he himself became part of the wind.

In the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared into the vast wilderness, his presence perfectly concealed by the wind element.

in situ.

Qian Daoliu withdrew his right hand, which had been slashed down from the void.

Chuanyun Gorge.

Qian Daoliu withdrew his right hand, which had been slashed down from the void.

The golden, six-winged angel phantom slowly faded behind him. A few thousand meters ahead, a mountain peak was cleaved in two by the sword energy, the break as smooth as a mirror, but nothing was left except for the split rocks and billowing dust.

The sound of something cutting through the air rang out one after another.

Tang Wei, wielding the Clear Sky Hammer, slammed it heavily onto the ground with a gust of wind. Ning Zhenyuan followed closely behind, carrying the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. Dozens of core Title Douluos and Soul Douluos from the three major forces descended from the sky, sealing off all directions of this wasteland.

"High Priest." Tang Wei looked around and saw only a desiccated corpse and purple flames and frost covering the ground. "Where is he?"

"They ran away." Qian Daoliu said expressionlessly.

There was a moment of silence.

Ning Zhenyuan paused slightly in the hand holding the pagoda, glanced at the mummified corpse of the Black Feather Douluo, and then looked at Qian Daoliu: "Grand Elder, Yu Xiaoheng is just a Soul Emperor. No matter how talented he is, how could he possibly escape from your hands?"

"He's not a Soul Emperor, he's a Soul Saint," Qian Daoliu corrected.

Tang Wei's brows furrowed into a knot.

"How old is he? The news from a few days ago clearly said he was only level sixty-something!" Tang Wei gripped the hammer handle tightly. "And even if he broke through to level seventy, he wouldn't last a single move against the power of a level ninety-nine. What exactly happened to the Grand Elder?"

"He suddenly unleashed an extremely pure wind elemental power." Qian Daoliu looked up at the direction where Yu Xiaoheng disappeared. "The level of that wind power was frighteningly high. In all my years of life, I have never seen such pure wind. That wind not only neutralized my pressure, but also instantly increased his speed several times over, directly grazing past the edge of my sword energy."

Everyone was stunned.

An elder from the Haotian Sect blurted out, "Wind? Doesn't he only know lightning, fire, ice, and that strange purple power? Where did he get the wind from?"

On the Douluo Continent, no Soul Master has ever been able to control so many attributes simultaneously. Not to mention Yu Xiaoheng's attributes, each one more powerful than the last, defying all logic. And now, he's added a wind attribute of extremely high level?

Tang Wei's face was extremely ugly.

Yu Xiaoheng's growth rate is truly abnormal. In such a short time, not only has his cultivation level surged to the Soul Saint realm, but the power he controls is also constantly increasing. If he were allowed to hide for a few more years, and truly reached the Title Douluo realm, who on this continent could restrain him?

No, he might not need such a high level. If he absorbs a higher-level soul ring and can unleash his true martial soul, then probably no one except Qian Daoliu can stop him.

"Great Elder, what do we do now?" Ning Zhenyuan asked, holding the pagoda. "That kid is very cunning. Most of the women he was protecting have probably scattered into these mountains. This mountain range stretches for thousands of miles. Finding them is like looking for a needle in a haystack."

“No need to search.” Qian Daoliu turned around. “You can run away, but you can’t hide. Since Yu Xiaoheng has escaped, there’s no point in us staying here any longer.”

Tang Wei's eyes lit up: "You mean..."

"Pass down the order," Qian Daoliu commanded. "Everyone evacuate from Chuanyun Gorge. Notify the armies of Tiandou and Xingluo Empires to immediately assemble at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. We're going straight to Zhenlong Mountain."

Qian Daoliu didn't care where Yu Xiaoheng was hiding.

Yu Xiaoheng is Yu Yuanzhen's eldest son. As long as we put a knife to Yu Yuanzhen's neck and force the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan into a corner, Yu Xiaoheng will eventually come out on his own.

……

Deep in the mountains.

Yu Xiaoheng walked along the moss-covered forest path.

He didn't run wildly; his steps were steady, even slow. But with each step, the bluish-black wind pattern on his right arm would light up.

Immediately afterwards, his figure would become blurred in the wind and appear dozens of meters away.

Shrinking the earth to an inch.

The power of the wind was completely integrated into his body. The overgrown dead branches and fallen leaves on the ground did not hinder him; on the contrary, they formed air currents in the direction he was moving, constantly propelling him forward.

Yu Xiaoheng closed his eyes and felt the changes within his body.

The primordial divine power of the sea god, the killing power of the Asura, and the resentment of the Rakshasa. These three extremely high-level powers have been forcibly drained by the convection force of heavenly punishment and used to fill this seventh pattern.

At this moment, the patterns of that ultimate wind have stabilized.

Meanwhile, his martial soul, the Half-Purple Gold Extreme Dragon, was emitting a joyful dragon roar within his meridians.

The purplish-gold dragon scales shone even brighter. Ultimate fire, ultimate lightning, ultimate water, ultimate ice, divine punishment purple fire, plus the newly formed ultimate wind—multiple terrifying elements intertwined within his meridians, and the origin of his martial spirit had expanded to its limit.

It was so close.

Chapter 543 Blue Lightning Sect Annihilation Crisis

Yu Xiaoheng knew perfectly well that he was only one seventh spirit ring away from truly forming the Purple-Gold Extreme Dragon. Once he completed this final ring and activated his Martial Soul True Body, his combat power would experience a qualitative leap.

He opened his eyes and looked up towards the southeast. That was the location of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan.

"If Qian Daoliu didn't kill me, he'll definitely target Lan Dian," Yu Xiaoheng muttered to himself.

Even Qian Daoliu's personal intervention failed to capture him, so there's no way he'll return empty-handed. With the main forces of the Spirit Hall, the Clear Sky Sect, and several other major powers currently outside, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan absolutely cannot withstand a full-scale offensive of this scale.

We must hurry back.

Yu Xiaoheng no longer suppressed the power in his right arm. A dark blue-green light shone brightly, and he transformed into a gentle breeze, disappearing from the spot. His speed was so fast that even the birds and beasts in the forest didn't have time to notice; only a few fallen leaves swirled slowly in mid-air.

……

Zhenlong Mountain.

The once majestic Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has now become a living hell.

At the foot of the mountain, an endless army stretched as far as the eye could see. The royal knights of the Heavenly Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire, clad in heavy armor, pushed massive siege engines, relentlessly bombarding the defensive lines in front of the mountain gate.

The Holy Emperor Warrior Legion of the Spirit Hall formed a neat square formation, and all kinds of dazzling spirit skills poured down on the sect's protective formation like a torrential rain.

In the sky, Ning Zhenyuan stood on the back of a giant flying soul beast. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda shone brightly, and seven halos of light enveloped the Haotian Sect experts in front of him.

Tang Wei, wielding the Haotian Hammer and accompanied by seven elders, caused the protective light barrier of True Dragon Mountain to tremble violently with each strike.

Tang Hao was also among the crowd smashing the formation. He held the Clear Sky Hammer, and his body was flashing with golden and red lightning effects, which was the outward manifestation of the power he gained after consuming the Golden Thunder Bright Light Lamp.