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

Ning Zhenyuan, carrying the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, stood at the rear with the Soul Masters of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. Brilliant streaks of light shot from the pagoda, landing precisely on the Clear Sky Sect elders and the Spirit Hall Saint Emperor warriors. With the full amplification provided by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, the allied forces' offensive became even more ferocious, their speed and power both rising to a new level.

"Sect Master Tang," Ning Zhenyuan raised his voice, the sound echoing across the battlefield, "at the current pace, it won't be long, at most a few hours, before the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is reduced to ashes and erased from this continent."

"Hahaha! Good!" Tang Wei laughed loudly, his aura surging. "Today, I'll turn this True Dragon Mountain into a pile of rubble!"

Following Tang Wei's command, the elders of the Haotian Sect moved like tigers among sheep. Although the disciples of the Blue Lightning Sect fought desperately, their resistance appeared futile in the face of the absolute difference in strength and the amplification provided by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

Magnificent buildings collapsed under the bombardment of the Clear Sky Hammer, dust billowing everywhere. Flames ignited by torches and various soul skills spread rapidly, engulfing half of True Dragon Mountain in a sea of ​​fire. Screams, the sounds of collapsing buildings, and the clash of weapons mingled together, tolling the death knell for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and burning.

Oppression, crisis, and despair weighed heavily on the hearts of every Blue Lightning Sect disciple, like a thick, dark cloud. They brandished their swords, unleashing their martial spirits, watching their companions fall one by one, their mental defenses crumbling bit by bit.

Chapter 545 Refining a Million-Year Soul Ring in One Week

Yu Yuanzhen climbed out of the deep pit in the distance. The sect leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was no longer recognizable as the imposing figure he once was. He was covered in blood, most of his proud dragon scales had fallen off, revealing the raw, chapped flesh beneath. His left arm was twisted unnaturally, with bone fragments piercing his skin and exposed to the air.

But he didn't retreat a single step. Yu Yuanzhen raised his head and stared at Qian Daoliu in mid-air.

"Qian Daoliu, as long as I am alive, you will never be able to raze my Blue Lightning Sect to the ground!"

Yu Yuanzhen roared, raising his remaining right arm with a vengeance. Raging blue lightning gathered in his hand, transforming into a ten-meter-long giant lightning sword. Dragging his heavily wounded body, he pushed off the ground with both legs, propelling himself into the sky like a cannonball, heading straight for Qian Daoliu.

"Overestimating yourself." Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, not even releasing his martial spirit.

He watched as Yu Yuanzhen charged forward, casually raised his right hand, and pressed it down. Instantly, a giant golden energy hand condensed in the sky and slammed into Yu Yuanzhen's body.

The lightning sword was instantly covered in cracks, and then shattered with a crash.

Yu Yuanzhen couldn't hold on for even a second. He was slammed down by the giant golden hand and crashed onto the roof of a side hall.

The side hall could not withstand the force and collapsed, burying Yu Yuanzhen in the ruins.

Qian Daoliu withdrew his hand: "Yu Yuanzhen, face reality. The era of your Blue Lightning Sect is over."

……

In the distance, in a dense forest.

Yu Xiaoheng was traveling at high speed, while a massive flow of soul power swirled around his body.

He was shirtless, revealing sharply defined muscles. At that moment, strange images were unfolding on his skin. Seven distinctly different colored lines moved across his body as if they were alive.

The fire patterns are golden-red, the lightning patterns are flashing with golden-blue arcs of electricity, and the ice patterns are a captivating blue-white.

The water ripples resemble flowing springs. Dark and light patterns complement each other, while wind patterns are intertwined with a faint flow of air.

Seven ultimate powers converged within Yu Xiaoheng's body. He was fully activating the Golden Dragon Element Body Tempering Technique.

Yu Xiaoheng gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead. The rapid tempering process, done for efficiency, was incredibly painful, like being thrown into a millstone, crushed, and then pieced back together, but he didn't utter a single groan.

He needs to become stronger. He needs to become stronger by any means necessary.

With absolute rationality, he could be cold-blooded and ruthless towards everything in the world, but he could not remain indifferent when facing his own family, or the elders and brothers of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan who had watched him grow up.

He knew what was happening.

The Spirit Hall, the Clear Sky Sect, and the allied forces of the two great empires, with thousands of elite troops, are besieging True Dragon Mountain.

With his current cultivation level of 70, relying on the characteristics of his half-purple-gold extreme dragon martial soul and those abnormal soul skill combinations, he can walk sideways against titled Douluo, and can even instantly kill ordinary titled Douluo.

But outside there are Qian Daoliu, Tang Wei, and the various elders of the Spirit Hall. His current strength is not enough to kill them all.

Just a little bit more!

After being subjected to the frenzied tempering of these seven extreme forces, Yu Xiaoheng's physical limits were rising at an illogical rate. Seven hundred thousand years, eight hundred thousand years, eight hundred thousand years.

Finally, the excruciating pain subsided, and his physical strength soared to a terrifying level, capable of withstanding a 900,000-year soul ring.

The martial spirit is also on the verge of evolution, just one last push away.

Yu Xiaoheng opened his eyes, a purple-gold light flashing deep within his pupils. With a wave of his hand, the air in front of him distorted violently.

An enormous sphere of energy, too large to be described in words, floated in mid-air.

One was an intensely icy blue, instantly freezing the surrounding air into a thick layer of frost. The other was an intensely fiery red, its intense heat causing the white jade on the altar's surface to melt. These were the million-year-old soul rings formed from the remnant soul of the Ice and Fire Dragon King.

In the history of Douluo Continent, no one had ever dared to imagine absorbing a million-year-level spirit ring. Even with Yu Xiaoheng's current physical body's endurance of eight or nine hundred thousand years, he felt a chill run down his spine when faced with these two energies.

But he did not hesitate.

“So what if it’s a million years?” Yu Xiaoheng murmured. “Even if it’s the power of a god, I will swallow it.”

He knew this was an extremely slow process. The energy contained in the million-year spirit rings was simply too immense; he estimated it would take at least a week to fully absorb and fuse the two spirit rings, completing the final evolution of his martial soul.

Yu Xiaoheng closed his eyes again, took a deep breath, and formed a strange hand seal.

The fifth spirit ring lit up. The black light carried a devouring quality, and elemental absorption was activated. The air in the secret chamber instantly transformed into a huge vortex, drawing in the energy of the two million-year spirit rings little by little.

The red and blue energies transformed into two slender dragons, which slowly entered Yu Xiaoheng's body along with his breath.

Yu Xiaoheng's body shuddered violently as the extreme cold and heat forces exploded directly in his meridians.

……

The fighting has reached a fever pitch.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's extensive buildings had been reduced to scorched earth, with hundreds upon hundreds of disciples lying in pools of blood. A deafening explosion erupted from the ruins, sending bricks and tiles flying everywhere, and Yu Yuanzhen burst forth from the rubble.

His current state was extremely gruesome. Half of his body was charred, and there was a huge bloody hole in his chest, through which his internal organs could be seen beating.

But he didn't fall. Despite his severe injuries, he gasped for breath, his eyes fixed on Qian Daoliu in the sky.

"As long as I have a breath left, the Blue Lightning Sect is not dead!" Yu Yuanzhen's voice was no longer majestic.

He completely abandoned defense, squeezing out all the remaining soul power within his body. He transformed into a streak of blue lightning, charging towards Qian Daoliu once more. Lightning crackled between his broken bones, forcibly connecting his battered body to fight.

This... is the last pride of a sect leader.

"Stubborn fool." Qian Daoliu snorted coldly, and the phantom of the six-winged angel behind him shone brightly.

A lightsaber formed from divine power appeared in his hand. Qian Daoliu swung the lightsaber, slashing at Yu Yuanzhen who was charging forward. The lightsaber was too fast; Yu Yuanzhen had no time to dodge.

The lightsaber struck Yu Yuanzhen's shoulder directly, slicing through muscle and severing bone.

The burning sensation from the divine power was far more intense than that from lightning. The powerful impact slammed Yu Yuanzhen's body into the bluestone ground in the center of the plaza.

boom!

In an instant, it was as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had caved in!

Yu Yuanzhen lay at the bottom of the pit, blood and foam constantly gushing from his mouth. He tried to move his fingers, but found that most of the bones in his body were broken, and he could no longer muster any strength. He could only watch helplessly as everything around him unfolded.

Chapter 546 Seven-Colored Meteorite

Tang Wei had already led a group of elite Haotian Sect warriors to the rear of True Dragon Mountain. That was the core of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's last protective array. This array protected the elderly, weak, women, and children within the sect who lacked combat power. Several Blue Lightning Sect elders fought desperately to block the array's core.

"Tang Wei, you are also a sect leader. You shouldn't harm your family. Do you intend to exterminate them all?" An elder, his face covered in blood, glared at Tang Wei.

Tang Wei let out a sneer.

"If you don't cut the weeds at the root, they'll grow back in the spring breeze. Your Blue Lightning Sect will be destroyed today. Do you want to keep these bastards around to seek revenge later?" Tang Wei raised the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, and his seventh spirit ring shone brightly, "Clear Sky True Form!"

"Stop him!" The elders unleashed their strongest soul skills. But before Haotian's true form, their resistance was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. As the hammer fell, several elders were smashed into a pile of minced meat before they could even scream.

Tang Wei didn't even glance at the corpse on the ground. He turned around, swung the Haotian Hammer, and smashed it into the pillar of light at the center of the formation.

A deafening roar echoed throughout True Dragon Mountain. The light barrier of the grand formation flickered violently a few times, then shattered with a crisp sound. Like broken glass, the light barrier dissipated into countless specks of light, vanishing into the air. The runes on the key stone pillar of the formation collapsed at that moment.

The thousands of Blue Lightning Clan family members hiding behind the great formation were exposed to the enemy's slaughter. Mothers held their children tightly in their arms, and old people spread their arms to shield the young people.

despair.

It enveloped the hearts of all Blue Lightning Sect disciples.

Their weapons slipped from their hands and fell to the ground. Some people knelt down, covering their faces with their hands and letting out piercing cries.

Some had empty eyes, as if their souls had been drained. The sect's protective formation was broken, the sect leader had fallen, and all the elders were dead. What would they use to stop the ferocious enemies outside?

There were no other sounds, only the crackling of the flames and the approaching footsteps of the enemy.

Tang Hao charged over, his body crackling with lightning, and a cruel smile appeared on his face as he looked at the unarmed family members.

"Kill! Leave no one alive!" Tang Wei gave the final order.

Disciples of the Clear Sky Sect and warriors of the Spirit Hall raised their knives and rushed towards the family members.

Yu Yuanzhen lay at the bottom of the pit, two lines of bloody tears streaming down his face. He closed his eyes, unable to bear to watch the hellish scene that was about to unfold.

however.

Suddenly, a dazzling seven-colored light shone on the horizon, piercing the sky shrouded in war and smoke.

Wherever the light passed, the smell of blood and burnt food in the air was instantly dispelled.

This light directly dispelled the amplifying aura of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, and even the golden-red lightning on Tang Hao's hammer dimmed under its seven-colored radiance. Qian Daoliu's angelic phantom even rippled visible to the naked eye under the impact of this light.

All the enemies rushing towards the Blue Lightning Clan's family members stopped in their tracks under this oppressive force. The weapons in their hands suddenly felt incredibly heavy, making it impossible for them to even swing them.

Tang Wei suddenly raised his head, his eyes fixed on the direction of the back mountain. Qian Daoliu, who was suspended in mid-air, also paused, his brows furrowing.

Seven-colored rays of light streaked across the sky.

The light started as a single point, but in the blink of an eye it filled half the sky.

That wasn't just light.

Seven distinct forces intertwine wildly within it.

Golden-red flames burned on the outermost layer, distorting even the surrounding air.

Golden-blue arcs of electricity weaved through the flames, emitting ear-piercing crackling sounds.

Next came the blue and white icy air, and the flowing spring.

The dark energy devoured everything around it like a black hole, while the holy white light illuminated it.

The pale blue aura transformed into shackles, forcibly binding together these six riotous forces.

The entire sky was illuminated by these seven colors, making it vibrant and colorful.

The booming sonic boom grew louder as it approached.

That was a huge, multicolored meteorite!