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

Those allied soldiers whose cultivation was below the Soul Emperor level couldn't even scream before being crushed to death by the downward pressure.

Blood mist filled the air.

Tang Wei roared, "Retreat! Everyone, retreat immediately!"

He suddenly swung the Haotian Hammer and held it in front of himself.

Ning Zhenyuan went even further and summoned the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda, which shone with nine-colored light, giving the two elders beside him the strongest defensive boost.

The entire allied forces retreated frantically.

"To die from this move, Yu Xiaoheng, you have every reason to be proud."

Qian Daoliu pressed his palm down.

The enormous lightsaber, carrying the power to destroy everything, slashed straight down at Yu Xiaoheng.

There's no way to avoid it!

"Boom!"

The deafening roar caused many slow-moving Soul Masters to bleed from their ears and faint instantly.

This explosion was more than ten times stronger than the previous one.

Half of Zhenlong Mountain was flattened by this one sword!

Dust spread outwards like a tsunami.

The allied forces retreated to a safe distance and erected a soul power shield to withstand the aftershocks.

Tang Wei burst into excited laughter.

"Dead! Absolutely dead this time!"

Ning Zhenyuan also breathed a sigh of relief.

The ninth soul skill of the Peerless Douluo is something that no one in the world, except for the other two Peerless Douluos, can withstand.

Even if Yu Xiaoheng has extraordinary abilities, he is doomed to die this time.

The smoke and dust lingered in the air for a long time.

The whole world seemed to have quieted down.

All that remained was the mournful sound of the wind blowing through the gravel.

Time passed by, second by second.

When the last bit of dust was blown away by the wind.

All eyes were once again focused on the center of that enormous, deep pit.

Even the high and mighty Qian Daoliu was frozen in mid-air.

Yu Xiaoheng remained standing in the same spot.

The ground beneath his feet had completely disappeared, and he was suspended in mid-air.

His tattered clothes turned to ashes.

But there wasn't a single wound on his body.

There wasn't a trace of blood.

He slightly raised his head, looking at the thousands of streams in the sky.

Finally, a flicker of emotion appeared on that resolute face.

He smiled.

It wasn't the ecstatic joy of escaping death.

Rather, it was a sense of relief after confirming one's conjecture.

"Just as I expected."

Yu Xiaoheng's voice was calm and not deliberately amplified, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Although the effect is a bit exaggerated."

Yu Xiaoheng himself was somewhat surprised.

On his way back, he himself couldn't quite believe that he now possessed the power to fight against Qian Daoliu.

He knew he had become stronger.

But what they were facing was, after all, a thousand streams.

That was a peerless Douluo standing at the pinnacle of the continent.

In the original rules of this world, Sendo Ryu was synonymous with invincibility.

Until this moment.

When he withstood Qian Daoliu's ninth soul skill and stood there unscathed.

He finally confirmed a fact.

That's right.

He has it.

He possessed the power to disregard all these rules and even crush the world's power system.

Yu Xiaoheng slowly opened his arms.

"Qian Daoliu, you're done."

"Now, it's my turn."

The moment the words fell.

A ring of spirits slowly rose beneath Yu Xiaoheng's feet.

It's not the purple of a thousand-year-old soul ring.

It's not the black of a ten-thousand-year soul ring.

It wasn't even the red of a 100,000-year soul ring.

It was a crimson spirit ring.

It was a deep, almost blackish red, blood that looked almost real.

And around that rich crimson exterior, there was a dazzling golden edge.

The gold-rimmed glass is crimson!

The moment this spirit ring appeared, the gravity of the entire True Dragon Mountain increased a hundredfold.

There was no sound, but everything around was defying common sense.

The pebbles on the ground began to float upwards against gravity, and then silently turned into dust in mid-air.

The Clear Sky Hammer in Tang Hao's hand began to tremble uncontrollably, a manifestation of his martial soul's instinctive fear.

The nine-colored halo of Ning Zhenyuan's Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda was forcibly suppressed into a dim light.

The six-winged angel phantom behind Qian Daoliu flickered uncertainly.

This is the pure pressure brought by a spirit ring.

The Allied soldiers standing on the perimeter didn't utter a sound; they knelt down in droves, the sound of their kneecaps shattering echoing throughout the area.

Even sect leaders of Tang Wei and Ning Zhenyuan's caliber were forced to retreat repeatedly by this terrifying pressure, their soul power becoming completely out of control and chaotic.

"What...what is this?!"

Tang Wei's eyes widened, and his voice trembled.

"A 100,000-year spirit ring? No, a 100,000-year spirit ring doesn't have this kind of gold trim!"

Qian Daoliu stared at the spirit ring, his breath catching in his throat.

He had seen a 100,000-year-old soul ring.

He himself possesses a 100,000-year-old soul ring.

But he dared to swear that his proud 100,000-year spirit ring was nothing compared to this crimson spirit ring with gold trim, not even worth the roadside weeds.

This is a million-year soul ring!

No one says that absorbing a spirit ring has to be done in one go!

Especially with Yu Xiaoheng's body reshaped by energy, as long as he spares his mental energy to control and refine it, he can move freely while continuing to absorb soul rings!

Yu Xiaoheng has only absorbed a little over ten percent of his current spirit ring, but it is still a million-year-old foundation.

Even if it's only a dozen percent of the products are defective.

The intensity it exhibits is equivalent to at least 500,000 to 600,000 years!

Chapter 551 Martial Soul That Failed to Fully Evolve

Five or six hundred thousand years.

This is a concept that has never appeared before in the history of Douluo Continent.

Even someone as powerful as Qian Daoliu, with all nine of his spirit rings combined...

That's far from enough to defeat this one spirit ring.

That's right.

That's far from enough.

Everyone stared in shock at the dazzling gold-edged crimson.

The entire Zhenlong Mountain.

Tens of thousands of troops.

Two-digit titled Douluo.

At this moment, everyone was overwhelmed by the light of this spirit ring, making it hard to breathe.