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

In pursuit of the ultimate show-off effect, Yu Xiaoheng simply shut his mouth.

He doesn't speak.

He hovered quietly in mid-air, slightly raising his chin, looking down at Qian Daoliu and the Five Allied Forces with the gaze of someone looking at a dead man.

There was no verbal embellishment.

Judging solely from that gold-edged crimson spirit ring and that indifferent attitude towards peerless Douluo.

The scene was completely dominated by him at that moment.

Under immense psychological pressure, some of the Allied soldiers below even began to suffer mental breakdowns, letting out desperate cries.

However, this state did not last long.

Ning Zhenyuan bit his tongue hard, drawing blood.

The excruciating pain allowed him to barely escape the psychological shock of that terrifying pressure.

He was an excellent leader, and he knew very well that if this fear was allowed to spread, the allied forces would be annihilated today.

Qian Daoliu is the backbone of the army. If the Grand Elder's fighting spirit collapses, everyone will die here.

"We can't let him control the situation!"

Ning Zhenyuan shouted loudly.

He suddenly lifted the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, and his soul power erupted wildly without reservation.

The nine-colored light forcefully tore open a small section of space.

"Seven treasures transform into crystal!"

"Strength, speed, soul power, defense, attributes!"

The five thickest and most dazzling beams of amplification light crossed the battlefield and precisely entered Qian Daoliu's body in mid-air.

Qian Daoliu's previously stiff body suddenly trembled.

With the full amplification from the world's number one support soul master, the angelic divine power within him surged instantly.

As the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, his pride did not allow him to bow down to a junior.

A fierce fighting spirit reignited in Qian Daoliu's eyes.

The red 100,000-year soul ring on his body lit up with a blinding blood light for the second time.

The sky was once again dyed golden red.

A lightsaber, even larger and with more terrifying energy fluctuations than before, began to rapidly condense in front of Qian Daoliu.

Upon seeing this scene, Yu Xiaoheng's expression changed drastically.

Finished!

I forgot!

When Douluo Continent was created, the goal was to adapt it into an online game.

The Seven Treasures are all percentage-based bonuses, which can directly multiply Qian Daoliu's combat power many times over!

Five dazzling nine-colored rays of light traversed the sky and crashed into Qian Daoliu's body.

The percentage increase from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda revealed the terrifying potential of the number one support martial soul in the world.

The hunched back of Qiandaoliu straightened instantly.

The sacred golden light that Yu Xiaoheng had forcibly suppressed from his body shot straight into the sky. The enormous six-winged angel phantom behind him swelled even more in the wind, its size increasing several times over, and the edges of its wings even took on a dazzling blood-gold luster.

The lightsaber, which was suspended in mid-air, suddenly increased in size, and the destructive energy flowing on its blade caused large black cracks to appear in the surrounding space.

The gloom that had been cast over Yu Xiaoheng on Qian Daoliu's aged face was completely swept away.

As a level 99 peerless Douluo, after receiving this level of comprehensive enhancement, he could clearly feel that his current power had reached the legendary threshold of godhood.

If this sword strikes down, the entire True Dragon Mountain will be razed to the ground.

Within the five-party allied forces, the morale that had been collapsing was rekindled at this moment.

Tens of thousands of soldiers and soul masters gripped their weapons tightly.

The allied generals who were trembling just moments before now stared at Qian Daoliu, who was as majestic as a god in the sky, and their fighting spirit was rekindled.

Tang Wei's trembling arms steadied.

He gripped the handle of the Clear Sky Hammer with both hands, and his soul power began to circulate wildly within his body, preparing to cooperate with Qian Daoliu to deliver a fatal blow.

In the ruins of Zhenlong Mountain, the atmosphere plummeted to freezing point.

The white-haired elder, who had just knelt down in excitement because of Yu Xiaoheng's display of divine power, was now staring blankly at the giant sword in the sky that was capable of destroying the world.

The young disciples who picked up their swords again felt their legs go weak, and the light that had just appeared in their eyes was extinguished by the holy and fierce golden light.

Yu Xiaogang collapsed onto the ruins.

The black dragon Luo Buhui behind him let out a whimper and retreated repeatedly.

despair.

The despair that had just been torn apart by Yu Xiaoheng returned to the hearts of all the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan members with tenfold, even a hundredfold, weight after the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda lit up.

In the blink of an eye.

Yu Xiaoheng moved.

His gaze instantly locked onto Ning Zhenyuan, who was holding up the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda at the rear of the Allied Forces camp.

The golden-edged crimson soul ring beneath Yu Xiaoheng's feet trembled violently.

The seventh soul skill, Martial Soul True Form.

The phantom of the Purple-Gold Dragon flashed across his body.

It starts in a fraction of a second.

Yu Xiaoheng's body transformed into a streak of purple-gold light that tore through the air and disappeared from the spot.

The enormous air ring created by breaking the sound barrier didn't explode in mid-air until after he left.

The rear of the Allied forces.

Ning Zhenyuan was still maintaining his soul power output, and nine-colored light was continuously surging into the sky.

Suddenly, a deadly sense of crisis pierced his brow like a steel needle.

Ning Zhenyuan had no time to react; all he could see was a rapidly expanding ball of purple-gold light.

At this critical moment.

A figure dressed in a snow-white robe appeared out of thin air in front of Ning Zhenyuan.

He was an elderly man with gray hair and a simple, unadorned appearance.

In the old man's hand, he held a simple, unadorned three-foot-long sword upside down.

He didn't waste any words, nor did he unleash any fancy soul skills or visual effects.

The old man simply flicked his wrist, and the longsword thrust upwards horizontally.

The moment the sword was thrust out, the air within a hundred meters was sucked away, and the purest, soul-splitting killing intent of the sword erupted with a thunderous roar.

As a titled Douluo protecting the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the old man's understanding of swordsmanship had long reached its pinnacle. With his beast-like intuition, he accurately captured the trajectory of Yu Xiaoheng's attack, which was so fast it was unreasonable.

The sword's edge pointed directly at the very center of the purple-gold light.

however.

Chapter 553 Did You See It Clearly?

Facing this sword.

Yu Xiaoheng neither dodged nor changed his move.

He simply extended his right hand.

With the blessing of his Martial Soul True Body for a fraction of a second, fine purple-gold dragon scales appeared on the surface of Yu Xiaoheng's right hand. His five fingers spread out, and he reached straight for the ancient longsword in the posture of a savage beast.

"clang--!"

A piercing metallic crackling sound echoed through the sky.

The mortal hand grasped the top-tier weapon spirit that was said to be indestructible.

The old man's expression changed drastically.

He felt that the sword in his hand was not piercing a human hand, but an unshakeable sacred mountain.

Yu Xiaoheng suddenly clenched his five fingers.

"Crack!"

A crisp cracking sound suddenly rang out on the battlefield.

The martial spirit that had accompanied the old man throughout his life of battles began to shatter from the tip of the sword, turning into countless tiny metal fragments that flew in all directions.

The backlash from the shattered martial spirit surged upwards along the sword hilt.

The old man groaned.

A series of cracking sounds came from his right arm, which was gripping the sword, and his entire arm hung limply in a twisted position, gushing blood.

The old man's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

Yu Xiaoheng's speed did not stop at all.

For him, crippling this sword-wielding titled Douluo was not even an obstacle.

The purple-gold light pierced through the flying martial spirit fragments and appeared in front of Ning Zhenyuan.

However, his attack was indeed largely neutralized by the old man, who possessed top-tier offensive capabilities.

But that's enough.

Ning Zhenyuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

He didn't even have time to change the amplification target of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.