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

The meteorite, carrying a devastating force, crashed directly into the main hall plaza of True Dragon Mountain!

"What the hell is that?!" An elder of the Haotian Sect exclaimed, his eyes wide.

"Defend!" Tang Wei shouted, swinging his Haotian Hammer fiercely.

Qian Daoliu stopped his attack on Yu Yuanzhen and looked up at the sky. The phantom of a six-winged angel spread its wings behind him, and a golden light shield instantly protected the Spirit Hall's elite troops below.

Ning Zhenyuan frantically channeled his soul power, and the halo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda showered upon the allied forces camp as if it were free.

boom!

The colorful meteorite crashed heavily into the center of the square.

The earthquake trembled.

The entire Zhenlong Mountain was shaking violently, and countless cracks spread outwards from the point of impact.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying shockwave erupted.

But this shockwave was extremely strange.

It did not spread indiscriminately in all directions like a normal explosion.

Instead, it seemed to have eyes, directly avoiding the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's family members and those seriously injured and fallen disciples.

Not even a hair on their head was blown away.

All the power transformed into a seven-colored tsunami, rushing straight towards the allied forces of the Spirit Hall, the Clear Sky Sect, the two great empires, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

"what!"

A piercing scream instantly tore through the sky.

The first few dozen Haotian Sect disciples were burned to ashes on the spot by the golden-red flames before they even had a chance to release their martial spirits.

The heavy armor that the Spirit Hall's Holy Emperor Warrior Legion was so proud of became as brittle as paper under the bombardment of the golden-blue lightning. The electric arcs pierced through the armor, instantly turning the people inside into charred corpses.

Blue and white frost followed closely behind, freezing the Tian Dou and Xing Luo Empire soldiers who were trying to escape into ice sculptures, which were then blown away by the gale and shattered into ice shards all over the ground.

The dark power eroded the soul power, while the holy white light directly destroyed the mental defenses.

In just a few breaths, a large number of the front-line troops of the allied forces fell.

Tang Wei swung the Clear Sky Hammer, smashing away the sweeping seven-colored storm. But his hands, gripping the hammer, trembled uncontrollably.

"What level of attack is this!" Tang Wei gritted his teeth, staring at the huge crater.

Ning Zhenyuan, carrying the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, stumbled back several steps before regaining his footing with the help of two elders.

His face turned deathly pale.

If it weren't for the group shield provided by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, at least half of the Soul Masters brought by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School would have died in that wave of impact.

The top brass of the coalition forces were all stunned.

The Soul Masters below were in complete panic.

"What exactly is going on?"

"Could this be a hidden trump card of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan? A power left behind by their ancestors?"

The general of the Heavenly Dou Empire shouted loudly.

A cardinal from the Spirit Hall wiped the cold sweat from his brow, looking at his charred subordinate with lingering fear.

"Definitely! The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan couldn't have been so dominant for so many years without any foundation!"

Chapter 547 Yu Xiaoheng Returns to the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex

"Although Yu Xiaogang was a good-for-nothing, the fact that he could create such a terrifying phantom through sacrifice shows that their sect possesses some kind of evil secret technique."

"Now that the sect is about to be destroyed, they must be going all out and revealing their true trump card!"

"What's the panic!" another Haotian Sect elder roared. "So what if you have a trump card? With the Grand Elder here today and our two sect leaders in charge, any trump card will be smashed to pieces!"

The allied soul masters nodded in agreement.

That's right, in front of a peerless Douluo, any resistance is meaningless.

They were simply caught off guard by this sudden attack.

Listening to the surrounding enemies' discussions, Yu Xiaogang raised his head from the pile of rubble.

He clutched his chest, his eyes darting around nervously.

Does the sect still have a trump card? Or is it the power of its ancestors?

The old man never told me this!

Why? I am his biological son. He actually kept this power, which determines the life and death of the sect, from me!

Yu Xiaogang felt a surge of intense jealousy.

He wasn't being unreasonable, but Yu Xiaogang knew that Yu Xiaoheng definitely knew about this secret power!

However, Yu Yuanzhen himself was also confused.

He lay at the bottom of the pit, blood and foam gushing from his mouth, but his eyes were filled with the same horror.

What ancestral power?

What trump card does the sect have to protect its members?

He had been the sect leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan for so many years that he knew exactly how many rotten bones were buried under the ancestral hall.

There is no such thing in Zhenlong Mountain!

The power of these seven intertwined elements has absolutely nothing to do with the pure lightning martial soul of his Blue Lightning Sect.

Who did this?

There was a brief pause on the battlefield.

All eyes were focused on the huge crater created by the meteorite.

Smoke and dust filled the air.

The seven-colored light gradually receded at the bottom of the pit.

Hey.

Hey.

Footsteps came from the bottom of the pit.

A gust of wind blew by, dispersing the lingering smoke and dust.

A person stood on the edge of the deep pit.

He was shirtless, his muscles were sharply defined, and there wasn't an ounce of excess fat.

What's most striking is his skin.

Seven distinctly colored lines, like living snakes, slowly slithered across his body: gold-red, gold-blue, blue-white, water ripples, dark black, pure white, and pale blue.

Behind him floated a massive dragon-shaped phantom.

It was a true dragon of purple and gold.

The dragon scales shimmered with a noble purple-gold light, and its eyes revealed an indifferent disdain for all living beings.

The aura of this martial spirit carries extreme ferocity and destruction, yet also contains a profound sense of weight that makes one's heart tremble.

The disciples of the Blue Lightning Sect stared at him blankly.

"Who is this?"

"Never seen them before... Are they from our sect?"

"His martial soul is a dragon, but why is it purple-gold? Doesn't our sect only have the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex?"

Many of the young disciples looked bewildered.

Even some of the elders didn't recognize the person in front of them.

It's not their fault.

Yu Xiaoheng hasn't returned to the sect for many years. The once-renowned genius boy has undergone tremendous changes in appearance, temperament, and even the form of his martial soul.

Even the martial spirit has changed considerably from its original form.

It cannot be said to be exactly the same as the original Golden Holy Dragon; it can only be said to be completely unrelated.

Aside from that faint connection deep within their bloodline, the people of the Blue Lightning Sect couldn't reconcile him with the young master they remembered.

The soldiers under the Allied forces were also bewildered.

"Just one person?"

"This is what they call the trump card?"

"Who is this kid?"

But not everyone failed to recognize him.

Yu Yuanzhen's pupils suddenly contracted, and his broken bones throbbed with excruciating pain due to the intense emotional turmoil, but he didn't even flinch.

That's his son!

When Yu Xiaoheng was resurrected, he met with Yu Yuanzhen.

“Xiao Heng…” Yu Yuanzhen’s chapped lips moved, but his voice was barely audible.

Yu Xiaogang also saw that face clearly.

In that instant, Yu Xiaogang felt as if his heart had been struck by something.

Yu Xiaoheng!

Why would he come back!

Yu Xiaogang slumped down amidst the rubble.

He stared at the shirtless man at the edge of the pit.

Seven lines of different colors slowly meandered across that solid and well-proportioned body.