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

The pressure kept piling up.

The ground beneath Yu Xiaoheng's feet had turned to dust, his knees were bent under the weight, and his entire body was locked in place by the golden-red lightsaber and the pitch-black Haotian Hammer.

The violent energy of the million-year soul ring raged endlessly within his body.

The martial soul, already unstable due to the forced evolution, reached its limit at this moment.

The blood droplets seeping from the skin were instantly evaporated into blood mist by the surrounding high temperature.

"Die!"

Tang Wei's eyes widened, his hair and beard stood on end, and his ninth spirit ring shone brightly with black light. He poured all the remaining spirit power in his body into the Clear Sky Hammer, and the black lightning surrounding the hammer expanded again, pressing down on Yu Xiaoheng's left side with an aura of destruction.

Qian Daoliu looked down at him with a cold gaze.

He gripped the lightsaber tightly with both hands, and the phantom of the six-winged angel martial spirit erupted with blinding light behind him. Divine power transformed into tangible chains, wrapping around Yu Xiaoheng from all directions, further sealing off all possible space for him to dodge.

"boom!"

A deafening roar, louder than any thunder, exploded in the center of the battlefield.

Under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of people, Yu Xiaoheng's body could not withstand the devastating combined attack and exploded.

Purple-gold dragon scales, mixed with fragments of flesh and blood, shot out in all directions.

The Haotian Hammer, having lost its target, crashed heavily into the void.

The golden-red lightsaber, now unobstructed, cleaved straight into the earth, creating a massive rift.

Nothing was left on the spot.

The crimson mist slowly dissipated in the gale.

Everyone remained frozen in their previous pose, staring blankly at the devastated battlefield.

The peerless villain who was just moments ago holding off the combined attack of two of the world's top experts and crushing a top-tier weapon spirit with his bare hands is gone just like that.

Tang Wei remained in the hammer-wielding posture, panting heavily, his eyes fixed on the blood mist ahead, seemingly still reeling from the clash of extreme forces.

Qian Daoliu sheathed his lightsaber, and the six-winged angel's light dimmed slightly. He looked down at the deep pit and let out a long breath.

one second,

Two seconds...

The allied forces erupted in a massive, jubilant celebration.

We won!

"That monster is dead!"

"The Grand Master is invincible! The Tang Emperor is mighty!"

The heavily armored knights of the Spirit Hall raised their spears high and frantically pounded their shields. The Soul Masters, on the other hand, collapsed to the ground, patting each other on the shoulder, thankful to have escaped with their lives.

For them, the pressure emanating from Yu Xiaoheng was simply too intense.

Tang Hao stood at the rear of the army, his legs feeling slightly weak.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked at the blood mist with lingering fear.

It's good that he's dead. As long as Yu Xiaoheng is dead, the nightmare that shattered his Dao heart will end, and he won't have to live in constant fear that Yu Xiaoheng will come knocking on his door anymore.

Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex faction.

The disciples, whose hopes had been rekindled by Yu Xiaoheng's appearance, instantly lost their optimism.

The transition between extreme sorrow and joy was so drastic that many people collapsed to their knees, covering their faces and weeping bitterly.

"Xiao Heng!"

The elders were moved to tears.

This is the most outstanding genius of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan, the only hope for the revival of the clan, and Yu Yuanzhen's proudest eldest son.

He just perished like that?

"impossible."

Yu Xiaogang's voice trembled.

"My brother won't die so easily."

Yu Xiaogang would never accept such a half-hearted ending.

Just as the cheers of the allied forces reached their peak...

A sudden change occurred in the center of the battlefield.

The blood mist, which should have dissipated in the wind, suddenly stopped drifting.

Immediately afterwards, a seven-colored light shone from the center of the blood mist.

Qian Daoliu was the first to notice something was wrong. He raised his hand, and the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul once again burst forth with intense light, preparing to condense a holy sword to wipe out that area.

late.

Wind, thunder, water, fire, ice, light, darkness.

Seven patterns representing the ultimate elements intertwine in the blood mist to form a massive magic array.

Yu Xiaoheng had previously absorbed the Sea God's essence, leaving a large amount of undigested divine power residue within his body. In addition, he had consumed the soul power of countless high-level soul masters and the medicinal power of immortal herbs along his journey of slaughter.

All of these immense resources were activated at the moment the physical body shattered.

Elemental rebirth.

This was a trump card he had used before to save his life, but this time, the commotion was greater than ever before.

The remnants of divine power acted as the strongest adhesive, forcibly binding together the shattered flesh and blood.

The medicinal power of the immortal herb and the vast reserves of soul power transformed into vitality, reshaping his meridians and bones.

A purple-gold light shot into the sky.

The more solidified purple-gold dragon phantom re-condensed in the blood mist, letting out a dragon roar that shook the heavens.

The dragon's roar drowned out the cheers of the entire stadium.

The light dissipated.

Yu Xiaoheng stood unharmed in mid-air.

Having gone through this process of shattering and rebuilding, the threshold for his body to withstand that million-year-old incomplete soul ring has been raised significantly.

more importantly.

He was finally able to fully absorb the power of the Ice and Fire Dragon King, which he had been unable to do so before due to the instability of his martial soul.

Two enormous dragon shadows, one red and one blue, slowly emerged behind him.

Chapter 555 The Power of the Ice and Fire Dragon King

Fire Dragon King.

Ice Dragon King.

Extreme ice and fire resonated perfectly around the central purple-gold dragon, creating a powerful energy resonance. The surrounding air distorted and crackled amidst the extreme heat and cold.

Yu Xiaoheng twisted his neck.

He looked down at his hands, feeling the terrifying power within him that was several times stronger than before.

"Did you enjoy the fight just now?"

Yu Xiaoheng looked up at Qian Daoliu and Tang Wei below.

The two were on high alert.

What kind of monster is this?

Even when their physical bodies are destroyed, they can instantly regenerate and even become stronger.

Several quick-reacting support-type Soul Masters from the Allied Forces immediately summoned their Martial Souls, preparing to provide amplification for Qian Daoliu and Tang Wei.

Platinum halos and the brilliance of various gemstones lit up one after another behind the allied forces.

Yu Xiaoheng glanced at him slightly.

He raised his right hand, and the fifth black spirit ring burst forth with light.

Devouring specialization, elemental absorption.

A small vortex, woven from wind, thunder, and fire, formed in Yu Xiaoheng's palm. The vortex expanded instantly, spanning a thousand meters, and descended directly above the heads of those high-level support-type soul masters.

A terrifying suction force erupted.

Those soul masters didn't even have time to scream before their soul power, flesh and blood, along with the amplification light they had just released, were all forcibly drained by the vortex.

Several shriveled corpses fell from mid-air and shattered into powder on the ground.

Yu Xiaoheng casually crushed the pure energy he had absorbed.

The support-type Soul Masters from the Spirit Hall and the four major families felt a chill run down their spines. They silently withdrew their Spirits, not daring to even retreat, for fear of attracting the attention of the killing god in mid-air.

Without the interference of assistance.

Yu Xiaoheng turned his gaze back to Qian Daoliu and Tang Wei.

"Come."

Yu Xiaoheng pressed down and suddenly exerted force with his feet.

The air was stomped out, creating a sonic boom.

He transformed into a streak of light interwoven with purple, gold, red, and blue, heading straight for Tang Wei.

"A disheveled cloak!"

Tang Wei roared. The massive Haotian Hammer, leaving a trail of afterimages, surged with black lightning as it smashed down towards Yu Xiaoheng's head.

Qian Daoliu did not hesitate, and the Angel Light Sword surged again, blocking Yu Xiaoheng's retreat from the side.

Faced with the combined attack of the two, Yu Xiaoheng did not choose to stand still and fight back this time.

Just before making contact with the Haotian Hammer.