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

He raised an eyebrow as he looked at Yu Xiaoheng's calm demeanor.

"Yu Xiaoheng".

Qian Daoliu spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet it drowned out the noise of the entire room.

"I have to admit, you are a rare genius."

"The Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect went to great lengths to kill you. It's amazing that you've survived this siege."

"Now, do you still have the guts to turn around and face me?"

Qian Daoliu raised one hand, his palm facing Yu Xiaoheng below.

"This courage deserves my respect."

"No matter what cards you have left, no matter what you plan to do."

"Today, I will personally eliminate you and give you a dignified death befitting a top-tier expert."

These words are both an acknowledgment of Yu Xiaoheng's abilities and the most absolute death sentence.

The voice just fell.

A dazzling golden ball of light suddenly erupted from Qian Daoliu's palm.

However, the destructive power contained in this casual strike from the peerless Douluo made all the titled Douluos present feel their scalps tingle.

The air was sucked out at that moment, producing a piercing sonic boom.

The golden beam of light, like divine punishment, crashed down upon Yu Xiaoheng.

Wherever the beam of light passed, the space appeared to be distorted and cracked to the naked eye.

Tang Wei gripped the Haotian Hammer, his eyes fixed on the beam of light, a cruel smile creeping onto his lips.

Ning Zhenyuan shook his head, sighed, and looked away.

ended.

This is a thousand-fold attack, how can Yu Xiaoheng block it?

"boom--"

The golden light engulfed the location where Yu Xiaoheng was.

The deafening explosion resounded through the sky.

The entire True Dragon Mountain trembled violently under this terrifying force.

The blinding light caused many people to instinctively close their eyes.

Amidst the flying sand and stones, a massive shockwave uprooted the surrounding trees, and fragments of rock shot out in all directions like bullets.

Many low-level Soul Masters were thrown out and crashed heavily to the ground.

A few seconds later.

The light dissipated.

All eyes immediately turned to the center of the explosion.

The smoke and dust gradually settled.

A phantom of a purple-gold dragon stood proudly amidst the chaos of the scene.

Yu Xiaoheng was still standing there.

His body was covered with a very faint layer of pure golden flame.

Above his head, a black spirit ring emitted a faint glow. This was his second spirit ring, but at this moment, he simultaneously activated the skill of the 100,000-year-old holy dragon bone.

An immortal dragon body.

Once activated, it grants immunity to all levels of physical and elemental damage for three seconds, and converts all attacks received during this period into pure soul power to replenish itself.

He didn't need to hide at all.

The terrifying destructive power of Qian Daoliu's attack not only failed to harm him in the slightest, but was instead transformed into pure soul power, which continuously flowed into his body.

Besides the huge crater blasted into the ground beneath their feet.

Yu Xiaoheng himself didn't have a single hair out of place.

Even the rhythm of his breathing remained unchanged.

The pupils of the thousand streams in mid-air suddenly contracted.

Although his attack just now wasn't a soul skill, with his Peerless Douluo cultivation, even a level 95 Super Douluo would absolutely not dare to take it head-on.

Yu Xiaoheng not only caught it, but he was also completely unharmed!

"how is this possible?"

In the allied camp, Tang Wei's smile froze, and he tightened his grip on the Clear Sky Hammer.

Ning Zhenyuan took out the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda again, and his expression changed drastically.

"He's not injured?"

Tang Hao stood beside Tang Wei, his body trembling even more violently. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself not to make a sound. His fear of Yu Xiaoheng had long since seeped into his very bones.

Despite witnessing this, the allied high command still did not believe that Yu Xiaoheng could win.

This was just a casual strike from Qian Daoliu.

So what if you withstand one hit?

An elder from the Spirit Hall snorted coldly.

"He's definitely at his last gasp now!"

"Grand Elder Qian Daoliu hasn't even gotten serious yet. Does he really think that's all the Peerless Douluo is capable of?"

On the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's side, everyone was also dumbfounded.

The young master actually blocked it!

But so what?

Yu Yuanzhen lay in the ruins, silently grieving. He didn't even have the strength to be surprised.

One or two moves won't change the outcome.

It's just stalling for time.

Only Yu Xiaogang.

He looked at Yu Xiaoheng, who stood proudly in the center of the pit, and a bright light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

He knows Yu Xiaoheng too well.

He hated his older brother because Yu Xiaoheng was too talented, and every decision and every adventure he made was a perfect success.

In Yu Xiaogang's mind, Yu Xiaoheng represents absolute rationality.

He would never fight a battle he wasn't confident of winning.

He dared to stand here and take Qian Daoliu's attack head-on; he definitely wasn't here to die!

There must be a reason!

Chapter 550 A 100,000-Year Soul Ring? A Million Years!

Yu Xiaogang clenched his fists, even his breathing stopped, and stared at Yu Xiaoheng's back.

He was the only one in the entire room who felt that Yu Xiaoheng wasn't courting death.

Qian Daoliu looked down at Yu Xiaoheng from his high vantage point.

Soon, the surprise on his face disappeared.

As a peerless expert who had lived for over a hundred years, he keenly sensed something terrifying.

The force that Yu Xiaoheng used to block his attack was not simply for defense.

That bizarre absorption and transformation mechanism has gone beyond the scope of ordinary defensive soul skills.

"very good."

Qian Daoliu spoke slowly.

"You certainly have the right to be arrogant."

"You've certainly exceeded my expectations to be standing here."

"It seems I have to use all my strength to deal with you."

Nine spirit rings simultaneously appeared on Qian Daoliu's body.

Black, black, black, black, black, black, black, red!

The divine aura of an angel instantly surged to its peak throughout his body.

That red 100,000-year soul ring erupted with dazzling blood light.

Ninth Soul Skill!

Qian Daoliu actually used his ninth soul skill directly!

This is the greatest respect for him, and also the most decisive blow.

The audience was silent.

The air was compressed, making even breathing difficult.

The sky was dyed golden red.

A giant lightsaber materialized and took shape in front of Qian Daoliu.

Around the lightsaber, space collapsed inch by inch, revealing a pitch-black void.

This sword strike embodies Qian Daoliu's lifelong cultivation and carries the power of judgment from the God of Angels.

Faced with sheer scale, any skill is futile.

The surrounding air emitted a series of popping sounds.