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

"It's the young master!"

"It really is the young master!"

Some people were so excited that their eyes turned red, and several young disciples couldn't help but take a few steps forward.

But that excitement lasted for less than two seconds.

Immense fear and a deeper despair immediately overwhelmed them like a tidal wave.

"Young Master is confused!" An old elder with a full head of white hair pounded his chest, tears streaming down his face.

"The sect's great formation has been broken; we are all doomed today."

"Young Master is the last bloodline of our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and our hope for the future."

"How could he come back at this time!"

"It's over, it's all over now. Our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is completely wiped out."

Several hot-blooded young disciples of the sect gritted their teeth, their eyes bulging with anger, and drew their long swords from their waists.

"If our young master isn't afraid, what do we have to fear!"

"Let's fight them!"

"We'll take them down with us, one by one! We'll die together with them!"

They were hysterical, their faces filled with determination.

But everyone knows that this is nothing more than a roar of despair.

Facing the five-party coalition, the elite forces of the Spirit Hall and the two great empires, and the peerless Douluo floating in mid-air.

They simply couldn't bring themselves to die together.

They wouldn't even qualify to be cannon fodder if they rushed in.

Among the crowd, several elders who had once accompanied Yu Xiaoheng to Tiandou City to watch the Elite Tournament of Advanced Soul Master Academies looked at his back and the scenes from back then unconsciously surfaced in their minds.

At that time, Yu Xiaoheng stood out among a group of geniuses.

He absorbed his seventh spirit ring in front of everyone.

A 100,000-year soul ring!

Outsiders were unaware that it was the soul ring of a 100,000-year-old golden holy dragon, including the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan members who were also unaware of the details.

All they knew was that it was 100,000 years ago.

That scarlet, glaring color, and that terrifying burst of combat power, are still deeply etched in their memories.

Back then, Yu Xiaoheng relied on that strength to stand out from the crowd and defeat all his opponents.

They even suppressed Tang Hao at one point.

But now?

Even if Yu Xiaoheng replicated his combat power from back then.

They even doubled their strength from back then.

What's the use?

Standing opposite him was Qian Daoliu, the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall and a peerless Douluo of level ninety-nine.

Faced with such an absolute difference in combat power, even a 100,000-year-old soul ring could not bridge this insurmountable gap.

Dead end.

In the eyes of most people, Yu Xiaoheng was simply throwing his life away.

Yu Yuanzhen lay amidst the ruins.

He had a shocking wound on his chest, caused by Qian Daoliu's sword energy, so deep that the bone was visible.

He didn't even have the strength to lift a finger, and every breath was accompanied by excruciating pain.

Looking at his eldest son at the edge of the deep pit, Yu Yuanzhen's eyes were bloodshot.

"Xiao Heng..."

Yu Yuanzhen's lips trembled, and he managed to utter only these two words, his voice so weak that they were almost inaudible.

He knows his eldest son too well.

From childhood to adulthood, Yu Xiaoheng has always been synonymous with rationality.

How could someone like that make such a basic mistake when faced with certain death?

Confused.

That's utterly foolish.

Yu Yuanzhen closed his eyes, unable to bear watching any longer.

He could accept the destruction of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan; after all, history is written by the victors.

But he couldn't accept that his proudest son would die alongside them, the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled.

On the ruins nearby.

Yu Xiaogang collapsed to the ground.

The black, monstrous dragon phantom behind him flickered between light and shadow due to the intense fluctuations in his emotions. Luo Buhui opened his enormous dragon mouth and let out a silent roar.

Chapter 549 Yu Xiaogang: He's not going to his death.

Yu Xiaogang stared at Yu Xiaoheng, panting.

He was jealous of Yu Xiaoheng.

He has always lived in the shadow of his older brother.

Yu Xiaoheng is exceptionally talented, decisive, and possesses unparalleled strength among his peers.

And what about Yu Xiaogang?

A useless person whose martial soul mutation failed.

He hated Yu Xiaoheng.

This hatred was etched into my very bones.

But now.

Yu Xiaoheng stood there in front of Qian Daoliu and the Five Allied Forces.

What welled up in Yu Xiaogang's heart was not the joy of getting revenge.

Instead, it was immense anger and sorrow.

"What right do you have to come back!"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes were bloodshot as he cursed loudly in Yu Xiaoheng's direction.

"Do you think you're so great? Do you think coming back to save us makes you a hero?"

"You bastard!"

"Your talent is so good! So good that I can't even be jealous! You could have run away, you could have survived!"

Yu Xiaogang roared recklessly.

"As long as you live, the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan has a future!"

"What are you doing back here? Coming to your death?!"

"Do you even know what kind of situation this is?! Do you think you're a god?!"

He slammed his fist on the rubble beside him.

Sharp stones cut the back of his hand, drawing blood, but he was completely unaware.

"Go and revitalize the sect! Go and avenge us!"

"With your return, the last embers of our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan have been extinguished!"

"Get out! Get out of here!"

By the end of his tirade, Yu Xiaogang's voice had cracked.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes fixed on Yu Xiaoheng.

He was actually scared.

He was terrified to see his brother, whom he had always regarded as a towering mountain and a nightmare, die right before his eyes.

Even Yu Xiaoheng is dead.

Then the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan really has no hope at all.

Yu Xiaoheng stood still.

He didn't look back at Yu Xiaogang, nor at Yu Yuanzhen.

He simply turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the desperate Blue Lightning Sect disciples.

He then turned his head to look at the high-ranking allied officers opposite him, whose faces were full of mockery and boiling with murderous intent.

Yu Xiaoheng's expression was unusually calm.

Nothing at all.

He simply stood there, the seven-colored patterns on his body moving according to a certain pattern.

He was unmoved by his allies' concerns and completely disregarded the enemy's taunts.

This nonchalant attitude made Tang Wei on the other side feel very uncomfortable.

"Yu Xiaoheng, you're just playing tricks!" Tang Wei raised the Haotian Hammer, sneering repeatedly.

midair.

Qian Daoliu hovered there, the six-winged angel phantom behind him radiating dazzling golden light.

The light illuminated the entire Zhenlong Mountain.