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

A bloodthirsty gleam appeared in Qian Daoliu's eyes.

He had already envisioned the scene of his fingertips piercing the dragon's scales and shattering Yu Xiaoheng's heart.

however.

Faced with this deadly sneak attack, Yu Xiaoheng, who had transformed into a purple-gold dragon, did not turn around.

The enormous dragon head only tilted slightly.

In Long's eyes, there was no panic, only a cold indifference as if he had known this would happen.

Or rather...

I guessed it!

It was hard to hold back my laughter.

But Yu Xiaoheng's years of experience in showing off made him... easily keep his composure!

The 100,000-year-old soul ring beneath his feet lit up once more.

The 100,000-year-old sacred dragon bone on his chest shone in unison.

The second 100,000-year soul ring skill is Holy Dragon's Decree.

The second 100,000-year-old Holy Dragon Bone skill is the Immortal Dragon Body.

Control and counter-attack combination techniques.

Dragon Realm's Desolation.

hum!

A purplish-gold ripple spread out from Yu Xiaoheng to a radius of a thousand meters in an instant.

Within this scope, the elemental laws of heaven and earth are forcibly stripped away.

The finger that Qian Daoliu thrust out was less than three inches away from the dragon's reverse scale.

But those three inches became an insurmountable chasm.

Qian Daoliu was horrified to discover that the flow of soul power within his body had slowed down by more than half in an instant.

Moreover, the pure divine power he condensed at his fingertips dissipated and disappeared the moment it entered the purple-gold ripples.

Elemental attacks are nullified.

"What field is this?!"

Qian Daoliu was greatly alarmed.

He mustered the strength of his body to forcefully stab down.

The finger finally touched the scales of the Purple-Gold Dragon.

There was no piercing sensation as I had expected.

A layer of immortal dark golden luster emanated from the surface of the dragon's body.

For three seconds, immune to all levels of physical and elemental damage.

Qian Daoliu's all-out attack, which gathered all his strength, struck the dragon scales, but didn't even leave a white mark.

in contrast.

Qian Daoliu felt the enormous kinetic energy contained in his attack being completely absorbed by a strange force the moment it touched the dragon scales.

The stagnation of soul power within the dragon vanished instantly, replaced by an even more surging energy fluctuation.

Yu Xiaoheng converted all of Qian Daoliu's attacks into pure soul power to replenish himself.

"A sneak attack?"

The enormous dragon head slowly turned its head.

His purplish-gold pupils looked down at Qian Daoliu, who was standing close at hand.

The dragon opened its mouth, and its voice was like rolling thunder.

"Great Elder, your methods are extremely disappointing."

Before he could finish speaking...

The enormous body of the Purple-Gold Extreme Dragon suddenly flipped over.

The dragon's tail, covered in the light of seven elements, resembled a giant whip reaching to the sky, carrying the power to shatter mountains and rivers, and lashed fiercely at Qian Daoliu's chest.

Under the suppression of the Dragon Domain's Desperate Situation, Qian Daoliu's soul power circulated slowly, leaving him no time to make any defensive moves.

"boom!"

A solid, decisive blow.

Qian Daoliu let out a muffled groan as his protective aura shattered instantly.

He felt as if seven or eight of his sternums were broken, and his internal organs were violently shaking.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood mid-air and crashed into three mountains before finally stopping.

Amidst the billowing dust.

Qian Daoliu struggled to his feet from the pile of rubble.

His right arm hung limply at his side, and golden blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth.

lost.

In a head-on clash, Tang Wei's number one weapon spirit was shattered, leaving him critically injured and on the verge of death.

He tried to launch a sneak attack, but his fatal blow not only failed, but he was also severely injured by the opponent's counterattack.

Qian Daoliu looked up at the sky.

The 300-meter-long, purple-gold dragon still coiled in the clouds. Patterns of seven ultimate elements shimmered on its body, and with each breath, the heavens and earth changed color.

The dragon's gaze was fixed on him coldly.

Qian Daoliu gritted his teeth and swallowed the blood that surged up in his throat.

He knew very well that if he stayed any longer, his old bones would die here today.

"go!"

Without any hesitation, Qian Daoliu ignited the remaining sacred bloodline within his body.

A golden light enveloped him.

Without even glancing at the heavily injured and unconscious Tang Wei below, he transformed into a shooting star and fled madly towards the Spirit Hall.

The thousand streams stopped several kilometers away.

He stared at the purple-gold dragon that stretched across the sky.

The dignity of a level 99 Peerless Douluo made him unable to swallow this insult. The Spirit Hall mobilized its entire forces, even including the Clear Sky Sect, the number one sect in the world, but ended up with one dead, one seriously injured, and its army routed.

If we don't kill Yu Xiaoheng now, the Spirit Hall will have no say in the Douluo Continent anymore.

Chapter 560 Blue Lightning's Victory, A Scene of Devastation

Qian Daoliu slowly raised his only remaining intact left hand.

The remaining divine power gathered in his palm, and the prototype of a lightsaber lit up once again.

The purple-gold dragon opposite them let out a low, labored breath. On its massive body, the patterns of the seven ultimate elements began to flicker.

Yu Xiaoheng's soul power was almost depleted.

He first slew multiple Soul Douluos and Title Douluos, then was defeated by two powerful figures working together, relying on the Ice and Fire Dragon Origin to reshape his physical body. He then activated his Martial Soul True Form, using a combination of a million-year soul ring and a hundred-thousand-year soul bone.

Even a god couldn't withstand such a series of drains.

The Purple-Gold Dragon's scales lost their luster, and even maintaining its flight altitude became extremely difficult.

Qian Daoliu noticed Yu Xiaoheng's weakness.

"You're at your last gasp."

Qian Daoliu gritted his teeth, gripped his lightsaber tightly in his left hand, and prepared to launch a final charge.

But he had only taken half a step forward.

A sudden, tearing pain shot through my chest.

"Wow!"

Qian Daoliu opened his mouth, and a large mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out.

The blood that fell to the ground was burning with eerie purple flames.

The scorching purple flames of divine punishment showed no signs of stopping.

The phantom of a six-winged angel uncontrollably appeared behind him, its once holy and pure white wings now covered in purplish-black burn marks. The damage to his martial spirit's origin had brought about a terrifying backlash.

Qian Daoliu stumbled and nearly fell from the sky.

He clutched his chest, gasping for breath. With each breath, he could smell the burning of his internal organs.

If he forcibly draws upon his soul power again, his six-winged angel martial soul will shatter.

Qian Daoliu clenched his fist.

He glanced at Tang Wei below, whose fate was unknown, and then at the Purple-Gold Extreme Dragon teetering on the opposite side.

"withdraw!"

Qian Daoliu uttered a single word.

He dared not linger any longer, forcibly squeezing out his soul power to envelop his entire body, transforming into a dim stream of light, and fleeing towards the horizon without looking back.

Until Qian Daoliu's aura disappeared from the range of perception.

The purple-gold dragon in the sky finally couldn't hold on any longer.

The enormous dragon body instantly disintegrated, turning into countless purple-gold light spots.

Yu Xiaoheng's figure fell from the light.