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

"Gentlemen, why did you stop?"

Yu Xiaoheng smiled.

"Wasn't that sword energy and the tangled cloak attack pretty powerful? Come on, do it again."

Qian Daoliu and Tang Wei both turned ashen-faced, and neither of them uttered a word.

They dared not go.

If the fight continues, their martial spirits will be burned to ashes.

A spirit is the foundation of a spirit master. If the Clear Sky Hammer and the Six-Winged Angel are destroyed, even if they survive today, they will be two crippled people in the future.

This war is simply impossible to fight.

below.

The coalition forces.

The Soul Masters, who had been shouting and trying to bolster their courage, suddenly fell silent, as if they had been collectively choked.

Everyone could see the scene in the sky clearly.

A piece of Qian Daoliu's six-winged angel phantom was burned off.

Tang Wei's Haotian Hammer became tattered and broken.

Yu Xiaoheng, whom they considered to be at his last gasp, was engulfed in eerie purple flames, and his aura not only did not weaken but became even stronger.

He was still smiling with ease.

"The Grand Elder... has retired?"

A cardinal from the Spirit Hall rubbed his eyes, his voice trembling.

"Sect Leader Tang's Clear Sky Hammer... is broken?"

The rear of the army.

Tang Hao saw the tattered Haotian Hammer in Tang Wei's hand.

His legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground.

His Daoist heart is shattered.

Even his father, who was level 96 and wielded the number one weapon spirit in the world, and had a level 99 Grand Elder by his side, was beaten into this miserable state.

It was perfectly normal for him to lose to Yu Xiaoheng and be trampled underfoot.

escape.

We must escape.

Without hesitation, Tang Hao got up and turned to run wildly towards the rear of the army. He didn't say a word, nor did he even look back at Tang Wei in the sky.

As long as I can live, sect honor and my elder brother are all unimportant.

Tang Hao's leading the escape became the final straw that broke the psychological defenses of the Allied forces.

"Even Tang Hao has run away!"

Someone shouted something.

The formation of tens of thousands of people collapsed instantly.

The once orderly formation was torn apart, and the Soul Masters scattered in all directions like headless flies. The heavily armored knights of the Spirit Hall threw away their spears and shields, abandoning their armor and weapons as they turned and fled in panic.

Soul Masters from the four major families scrambled to get out, and in their struggle for escape routes, some even summoned their Martial Souls to attack their own comrades.

"Don't run! Hold your ground! Anyone who retreats will be executed on the spot!"

Several elders from the Spirit Hall were still shouting and trying to maintain order.

Useless.

The two strongest beings in the sky were beaten so badly they dared not fight back. In Yu Xiaoheng's eyes, these people didn't even qualify to be cannon fodder.

If Yu Xiaoheng wins, none of the people who participated in the siege of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan today will escape.

The instinct for survival overwhelmed their reason.

The mountains and fields were filled with people crying and fleeing.

Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex faction.

Silence reigned.

The elders and disciples stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded, at the allied forces crumbling like an avalanche.

Won?

Just minutes before, they were in despair, prepared for the destruction of their sect and the death of their entire clan in battle.

A few minutes later, the tens of thousands of troops from the Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect fled in panic like stray dogs.

In the sky.

Yu Xiaoheng ignored the routed troops below.

They're just a bunch of ants; they've run away, so be it. We'll deal with them slowly later.

He turned his gaze to Tang Wei and Qian Daoliu, who were a hundred meters away.

The two of them did not run away.

It wasn't that they didn't want to run, but rather that they had been locked onto by Yu Xiaoheng's aura. In the clash of auras, anyone who dared to retreat even half a step would immediately be attacked.

"All irrelevant personnel have left."

Yu Xiaoheng hovered in mid-air, the purple-gold dragon phantom behind him letting out a deafening roar.

"Gentlemen, these mountains will be your burial ground today."

The moment the words fell.

The seventh spirit ring beneath Yu Xiaoheng's feet, the crimson spirit ring shimmering with gold edges, suddenly expanded, turning the entire sky blood red.

True Form of Martial Soul.

Yu Xiaoheng's body became transparent in the red light, and then merged into the purple-gold dragon phantom behind him.

Chapter 558 Haotian Hammer? Shattered!

The dragon, which was originally only a few dozen meters long, swelled up with the wind.

In the blink of an eye, a colossal creature over three hundred meters long stretched across the sky.

The purplish-gold dragon scales resembled a continuous mountain range, the dragon's head was raised high, and its immense pressure caused the surrounding space to distort violently.

What's even more breathtaking is that seven distinct patterns lit up simultaneously on the dragon's body.

Golden-red fire patterns ignited into a raging inferno.

Golden and blue lightning patterns exploded into azure arcs of electricity.

The interplay of icy blue and soft water creates a surging, chilly, and endless wave-like pattern.

Dark patterns, light patterns, and wind patterns transformed into a storm that tore through the clouds.

Seven ultimate powers are perfectly integrated into the Purple-Gold Extreme Dragon.

Yu Xiaoheng did not gain nothing from the battle. His body refining technique and elemental body allowed him to temper himself in the fight, and now he has unlocked a few more of the power of the million-year soul ring!

Tang Wei gripped the broken Haotian Hammer, his hand bones trembling.

Qian Daoliu, the peerless Douluo at level ninety-nine, had a solemn expression at this moment. The six-winged angel phantom behind him had dimmed, but the pride of a god-level martial soul would not allow him to simply offer his neck for slaughter.

"Tang Wei, fight with all your might!"

With a flick of his wrist, Qian Daoliu conjured a sacred sword once more in his hand.

"If we keep anything from you, we'll all die here today."

Tang Wei bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the broken Haotian Hammer.

The level 96 soul power erupted without reservation.

The previously dormant black lightning, driven by the essence of blood, began to dance wildly once more. The Clear Sky Hammer grew larger in the wind, transforming into a black mountain.

"kill!"

Tang Wei roared, his arms bulging with veins, and swung the mountain-like Haotian Hammer straight at the head of the Purple Gold Extreme Dragon.

Qian Daoliu followed closely behind.

He raised the sacred sword high with both hands, and the phantom of a six-winged angel instantly merged into the sword. A golden sword beam, a hundred meters long, cleaved through the void, slicing straight into the dragon's belly.

Faced with the desperate attack of two peerless experts, Yu Xiaoheng, who had transformed into a purple-gold dragon, showed no intention of dodging.

The dragon opened its abyss-like maw.

The fifth black spirit ring shone brightly.

Fifth Soul Skill: Element Absorption.

In the void, a seven-colored storm vortex with a diameter of several hundred meters suddenly formed.

The vortex spun wildly, unleashing terrifying tearing force.

Whether it was the black thunderstorm on Tang Wei's Haotian Hammer or the sacred sword light unleashed by Qian Daoliu, the energy was stripped away like a flood breaking through a dam the moment it came into contact with the vortex.

"He's draining my soul power!"

Tang Wei was greatly alarmed.

He wanted to take back the Clear Sky Hammer, but the devouring power was too strong. The Clear Sky Hammer stuck to the edge of the vortex, and the soul power in his body was flowing continuously down the hammer towards Yu Xiaoheng.

Qian Daoliu's sword light was also drawn in by the vortex.

The divine power was torn apart, turning into countless points of light, which were then swallowed by the abyss's gaping maw at the center of the vortex.

The enormous energy that had been absorbed exploded within Yu Xiaoheng's body.

The seven-colored patterns on the surface of the Purple-Gold Dragon shone brightly.

With a thought, Yu Xiaoheng raised the dragon's right claw.