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

A crimson soul ring with gold trim slowly rotated beneath Yu Xiaoheng's feet.

Everyone was trembling.

Everyone is wondering.

How exactly did Yu Xiaoheng manage to block Qian Daoliu's ninth soul skill, which was powerful enough to destroy the world?

The answer is actually quite simple.

The seventh soul skill.

True Form of Martial Soul.

For ordinary Soul Saints, the Martial Soul True Body is merely a means to comprehensively enhance their attributes and fuse with their Martial Soul. After activating the Martial Soul True Body, a Soul Saint experiences a qualitative leap in both their survivability and damage output.

But beneath Yu Xiaoheng's feet was a damaged soul ring with a base age of one million years.

Even if it only absorbs a little over ten percent, the martial spirit it bestows upon it possesses a terrifying level of five or six hundred thousand years.

A martial spirit true form that has existed for five or six hundred thousand years is a concept that is beyond the common understanding of the Douluo Continent.

At the very moment that Qian Daoliu's lightsaber struck down.

Yu Xiaoheng did not use the invincible skill of the 100,000-year-old holy dragon bone at all.

He activated his seventh soul skill in a very brief instant.

One-thousandth of a second.

In that fraction of a second, the density of his soul power, physical strength, and elemental resistance increased exponentially.

The phantom of the half-purple-gold dragon perfectly overlapped with his body.

The extreme heat, divine purification, and absolute cutting power of the Angel God's judgment force slammed into Yu Xiaoheng's body.

It was like a fragile wooden stick being forcefully smashed onto a thick piece of refined steel.

The wooden stick broke into pieces.

The steel was completely undamaged.

The absolute difference in quality caused Qian Daoliu's ninth soul skill to be forcibly shattered the moment it touched Yu Xiaoheng's body by that tangible true dragon defense.

The angelic power that claimed to purify everything couldn't even burn away the layer of basic golden light covering Yu Xiaoheng's body.

This also explains why he was able to fall into the battlefield in such a shocking way.

It transformed into a seven-colored meteorite, directly smashing through the front ranks of the five-way allied forces, instantly vaporizing countless elite soldiers and soul masters.

That's also because he activated his Martial Soul True Form state during his descent.

A terrifying dragon, aged five or six hundred thousand years, compressed all its mass and kinetic energy into a human-sized body and fell from a height of ten thousand meters.

It was not a soul skill attack.

It's physical crushing.

There are no fancy techniques; it's all about brute force over skill!

However, Yu Xiaoheng was well aware of his own situation.

His current situation is very unusual.

The energy of the million-year soul ring is too enormous. He has only refined a small portion of it so far, and his martial soul is only stuck at the half-purple-gold extreme dragon stage.

He was unable to fully activate this Martial Soul True Body, let alone maintain it for a long time.

Because once fully released, the vast ocean of energy within the spirit ring will instantly burst its banks, forcibly propelling the martial spirit to complete its final evolution and transform it into a true purple-gold extreme dragon.

With his current physical body and meridians' capacity to withstand the backlash of complete evolution before refining the soul ring, he would only cause his energy to go out of control and his body to explode and die.

Therefore, he could only do it like pressing a switch.

Turn it on for a moment to block the attack, then immediately turn it off.

Turn it on again for a brief moment, then subject it to a physical impact, and then turn it off again.

He can only maintain it for a few extremely brief moments at the moment.

But that's more than enough.

As a level 99 peerless Douluo, Qian Daoliu's upper limit for output ability is that ninth soul skill, which is at the level of 100,000 years.

Even Qian Daoliu's strongest trump card couldn't break through his Martial Soul True Body when he activated it for a moment.

Then nothing on that battlefield could threaten his life anymore.

Yu Xiaoheng was very pleased with himself.

His rationality, his calculations, and the power he gained by frantically devouring resources on the brink of life and death finally allowed him to truly transcend the rules of this world at this moment.

On Zhenlong Mountain.

The gloom of despair was torn apart.

The white-haired elder who had been pounding his chest and weeping bitterly just moments before suddenly collapsed to his knees.

His hands were digging into the rubble on the ground, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

"He blocked it... Young Master, he really blocked the Grand Elder's attack..."

The old elder's voice was trembling.

The young disciples who had drawn their swords, ready to fight to the death, dropped their weapons one after another.

They stared blankly at the suspended figure in mid-air.

The young master's power has shattered their understanding.

"Is that the young master? That's a god!"

In the ruins.

Yu Xiaogang remained slumped there.

The black dragon Luo Buhui behind him was as quiet as a beaten dog. Luo Buhui didn't even dare to let out a silent roar, but just trembled and curled up.

Yu Xiaogang looked up at Yu Xiaoheng.

He exhaled a long breath.

The anger, resentment, and jealousy on his face all transformed into deep emotion at that moment.

"Big brother, oh big brother... you really are still that monster."

Yu Xiaogang shook his head, talking to himself.

Yu Yuanzhen, lying in another pile of ruins, was in a completely different situation.

Yu Yuanzhen's sword wound in his chest was so deep that the bone was visible, and the blood had stained a large area of ​​the ground red.

He was breathing heavily, and his vision was beginning to blur.

He witnessed the light sword strike with his own eyes, and he also saw his eldest son completely unharmed.

The intense pain caused insufficient blood supply to his brain.

He didn't believe anyone could withstand the ninth soul skill of a peerless Douluo.

He felt that this must be a dream.

"It seems I really can't hold on any longer."

Yu Yuanzhen murmured.

"Before a person dies, they really do see the illusion they most want to see... To see Xiao Heng invincible, my life has been worthwhile..."

A look of relief appeared on Yu Yuanzhen's face.

He closed his eyes, tilted his head, and fainted.

On the side of the coalition forces.

Fear spread like a plague among the tens of thousands of soldiers.

Tang Wei gripped the Haotian Hammer tightly with both hands, but he found that his arms were trembling uncontrollably.

"What kind of monster is that?!"

Tang Wei gritted his teeth, his voice filled with terror.

Tang Hao stood not far behind Tang Wei.

Feeling the deadly pressure emanating from the golden-edged crimson spirit ring, Tang Hao felt breathless and didn't even have the courage to take a step forward. He even took two steps back, hiding his body in the shadows of several elders.

Chapter 552 Enhancement and Strengthening, Thousand Paths Flow

Ning Zhenyuan held the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, his palms covered in cold sweat.

The entire battlefield was silent.

Yu Xiaoheng remained silent.

He knew he was very strong now, ridiculously strong.

At this point, according to common sense, he should have announced his return from a superior position, or ridiculed these invaders mercilessly, in order to establish absolute authority.

He really wanted to recite a poem.

A poem that perfectly captures his invincible state at this moment.

He quickly searched his mind.

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river?"

No, that's too old-fashioned and doesn't fit the current context.

"At the pinnacle of immortality, reigning supreme over the world?"

It's so embarrassing. He must feel ashamed to say something like that in front of tens of thousands of people.

He was an ordinary person who devoted all his energy to studying elemental patterns and mastering soul ring skills.

He didn't have the writing skills to write effortlessly, nor the talent to compose poems and essays.

If you simply copy a couple of lines, the meaning won't fit properly, and it will seem out of place.