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

This scene was beyond everyone's comprehension.

A Soul Saint at only level 70 is simultaneously going head-to-head with two peerless powerhouses standing at the top of the pyramid, and the fight is evenly matched.

The heavily armored knight legion of the Spirit Hall.

These iron-blooded soldiers, who had once crushed countless sects, now lacked even the strength to grip their spears. Sweat drenched the spear shafts. Their feet moved uncontrollably backward, and their formation began to crumble.

"Don't panic, everyone! Maintain formation!"

A cardinal noticed the wavering morale of the troops and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"The Grand Elder is invincible! Sect Master Tang is also the master of the number one weapon spirit in the world!"

"Even if Yu Xiaoheng is a monster, he's still just a Soul Saint! He was just blown to bits, his body is definitely at its limit!"

"Yes! He can't hold out for long! He's just bluffing!"

The surrounding Soul Masters immediately chimed in agreement.

They shouted desperately, trying to dispel the fear in their hearts with their voices.

But it didn't work.

The purple-gold figure that was exchanging blows with two peerless experts in the sky was earth-shattering with every strike, showing no signs of limit.

Once fear takes root among tens of thousands of people, it spreads as quickly as a plague.

Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex faction.

Unlike the panic among the coalition forces, a stifling silence permeated the area.

The sect's protective formation has been destroyed.

Amidst the ruins, the disciples of the Blue Lightning Sect supported each other, gazing at the sky.

"Xiao Heng..."

The elder wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth and walked shakily to Yu Yuanzhen's side, who was unconscious.

"Sect Master, Xiao Heng can win. He will definitely win!"

Although he said that, the elder's hands were trembling.

That's too risky.

Those were Qian Daoliu and Tang Wei.

Either of these two could single-handedly wipe out the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Yu Xiaoheng's soul power level is only level 70. No matter how monstrous he is, the soul power consumption of a level 70 person against a level 99 or 96 person is simply not on the same level.

If Yu Xiaoheng's soul power can't keep up, or if that strange resurrection ability fails, the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will be slaughtered today.

Everyone's heart was in their throat.

Yu Xiaogang stood at the very front of the crowd.

He looked up, shook his head with a wry smile.

"Brother, I'll probably never catch up with you in this lifetime."

He sighed.

From childhood to adulthood, he had always lived in Yu Xiaoheng's shadow. The more dazzling Yu Xiaoheng was, the more useless he seemed. He desperately wanted to become stronger, even at the cost of his beloved's life.

But looking at the figure in the sky fighting to the death to protect the sect, most of the jealousy and resentment in his heart suddenly dissipated.

When the gap in strength becomes so large that even jealousy becomes a luxury.

Now, he only hopes that Yu Xiaoheng can win.

If Yu Xiaoheng wins this battle, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will survive. Their parents and clansmen will also be spared.

"Brother, don't lose."

Yu Xiaogang murmured softly.

In the sky.

The roar was like thunder rolling in the sky.

Yu Xiaoheng had already exchanged dozens of blows with Tang Wei and Qian Daoliu.

Fists and hammers collided.

Swords and claws clashed.

The three moved at an extreme speed, leaving only black, gold, and purple streaks of light constantly flashing across the sky.

But as the fight went on, a chill crept into Tang Wei's heart.

He discovered that his prized Clear Sky Hammer was malfunctioning.

Each time it clashed with Yu Xiaoheng's fist, which was covered in purple flames, a wisp of purple flame would adhere to the hammer's surface.

At first, Tang Wei didn't take it seriously at all.

With the sheer hardness of the world's number one weapon spirit, coupled with the level 96 spirit power protection, ordinary flames couldn't even leave a mark on the Clear Sky Hammer.

But he immediately realized something was wrong.

The purple flames showed no signs of going out.

They spread rapidly along the patterns of the Haotian Hammer, as if they were alive.

Even more terrifying, the purple flames were devouring his martial spirit!

The black lightning Tang Wei infused into the Clear Sky Hammer was instantly incinerated upon contact with the purple flames. The Clear Sky Hammer's original dark red metallic luster rapidly dimmed under the scorching purple flames.

"What kind of fire is this?!"

Tang Wei roared. He frantically channeled his soul power, trying to disperse the purple flames on the hammer's surface.

like water off a duck's back.

The purple flames did not dissipate; instead, they burned even more fiercely, fueled by the surge of his soul power.

Tang Wei clearly felt that the Haotian Hammer in his hand had become lighter.

Chapter 557 Martial Soul True Body!

That was a sign that the essence of the martial spirit had suffered irreversible damage.

The Haotian Hammer was being eroded by the purple flames, and tiny pits were even appearing on its surface.

Before this, Yu Xiaoheng's Heavenly Punishment Purple Flame had little effect against powerhouses like Tang Wei. Because of the vast difference in soul power, the purple flame would be forcibly extinguished by the opponent's overwhelming soul power as soon as it attached itself.

But now it's different.

Yu Xiaoheng reshaped his body and initially fused with the original power of the Ice and Fire Dragon King.

Most fatally, his million-year-old incomplete spirit ring and martial spirit true form were activated throughout the entire process.

With full enhancement, the priority of the power of divine retribution was elevated to an unbelievable level.

Ignoring class differences.

Ignore any resistance.

Even a god-level martial soul will be burned if it gets touched by the purple flame.

Qian Daoliu's situation was even worse than Tang Wei's.

His six-winged angel martial soul is a pure divine energy body.

This pure energy structure has become the perfect fuel for the purple flame.

Each time Yu Xiaoheng's purple-gold dragon claw struck the lightsaber, it tore off a large chunk of holy light. Purple flames spread upwards, devouring and distorting the light completely.

Qian Daoliu watched as the sacred sword he had conjured became riddled with holes under the scorching purple flames.

Divine power was ignited.

The sword energy is collapsing.

He tried to cut off the supply of soul power, but the purple flames, drawn by the divine power, spread toward the six-winged angel phantom behind him.

Damn it!

Qian Daoliu was greatly alarmed.

He acted decisively, his hands forming a hand seal, forcefully detonating the countless lightsabers in his hands.

"boom!"

The golden light exploded, and the impact forced Yu Xiaoheng back more than ten meters.

Qian Daoliu used the recoil to create distance, his chest heaving violently. He turned to look at the phantom of the six-winged angel behind him.

The edge of one of the angel's wings was already stained with purple flames.

That sacred attribute, which it so proudly possessed and could purify everything in the world, was like paper before the purple fire, sizzling and crackling as it burned. The angelic phantom let out a silent lament, its light fading at a visible rate.

Qian Daoliu looked at his hands.

The flow of his soul power within his body became severely sluggish. The backlash from the damage to his martial soul caused him excruciating pain in his internal organs.

Tang Wei retreated to Qian Daoliu's side, also panting heavily.

He raised the Haotian Hammer in his hand.

The once domineering and unparalleled weapon spirit, representing the pinnacle of power, now had a pitted and uneven surface, resembling a piece of scrap iron corroded by strong acid. The black lightning on the hammer had vanished, leaving only a few faint sparks clinging to life.

"The High Priest has a problem with his fire."

Tang Wei gritted his teeth.

"It's devouring my martial spirit! Even the title of Yu Xiaoheng can't exempt him from this ability!"

Yu Xiaoheng stood in mid-air.

He did not continue the pursuit, but instead raised his hand and quietly watched the purple flames dancing in his palm.

Previously, due to the limitation on the total amount of soul power, the power of divine punishment could not exert its effect on peerless experts. Now, the amount is sufficient.

The destructive power of this purple fire was so extreme that even he himself found it outrageous.

He looked up at Qian Daoliu and Tang Wei, who were dozens of meters away.