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

This time.

He was truly intent on killing.

As long as Tang San is killed, the Clear Sky Sect will have no chance of turning the tide.

"stop!"

A piercing scream.

Tang Lie suddenly pounced on him.

He used his own body to shield Tang San.

Followed by.

He is the second disciple of the Haotian Sect.

The third.

the fourth.

Dozens of disciples from the Haotian Sect rushed forward in that instant.

They used their own bodies to build a solid human wall in front of Tang San.

They held broken Haotian Hammers in their hands.

Their faces were filled with fear.

But their feet seemed rooted to the ground, firmly planted in place.

Not a single person backed down.

"If you want to kill the young sect leader, you'll have to step over our dead bodies first!"

Tang Lie shouted loudly.

A resolute glint flashed in his eyes.

These disciples of the Haotian Sect are usually proud and arrogant.

But at this critical moment, they demonstrated absolute loyalty to their sect and their comrades.

Tang San looked at his fellow disciples who were blocking his way.

His tears, mixed with blood, slid down from the corners of his eyes.

"Everyone... move aside..."

Tang San's voice was weak.

"I lost... I shouldn't have dragged you all down with me..."

He couldn't bear to see his fellow disciples die needlessly because of him.

"Young Sect Master, please stop talking."

Tang Lie did not turn around.

"You are the future of the Haotian Sect."

"As long as you are alive, there is hope for the Haotian Sect."

"We useless old folks, we'll just die if we have to."

Tang Lie's words were firm.

Other disciples of the Haotian Sect echoed this sentiment.

They had absolute trust in Tang San.

Because Tang San is the most outstanding genius in a hundred years, and the one who can lead the Clear Sky Sect to glory.

To protect this hope.

They were willing to give their lives.

Yu Xiaoheng stopped in his tracks.

He looked at the wall of people blocking his way, his eyes turning cold.

This kind of mutual trust and shared fate can indeed exert a powerful force.

But unfortunately.

Faced with an absolute power imbalance, emotions cannot change the outcome.

Do you really think I wouldn't dare kill you?

Yu Xiaoheng extended the True Dragon Claw on his right hand once more, and the purple-gold Heavenly Punishment Flames burned wildly.

All he has to do is slap him.

These dozens of Haotian Sect disciples in front of you will all turn to ashes in an instant.

"Yu Xiaoheng".

Tang Chen's voice came from behind.

With Poseidon's support, he slowly made his way over.

Tang Chen looked at Yu Xiaoheng.

All the arrogance in his eyes vanished.

"We concede defeat."

Tang Chen uttered these four words.

For Tang Chen, who has always been strong-willed and has never bowed down to anyone.

Saying those words is more painful than killing him.

But he knew.

If he doesn't yield, the Haotian Sect will be destroyed today.

Tang San is his great-grandson and the only hope of the Haotian Sect.

He was willing to give up his dignity in order to save Tang San's life.

"The Haotian Sect announces its surrender."

Tang Chen looked at Yu Xiaoheng.

“We can hand over all of Haotian Sect’s resources, all its secret techniques, and all its wealth.”

"From now on, the Haotian Sect will seal off the mountain and never step out of Haotian Peak."

"As long as you can let him go."

Tang Chen pointed at Tang San, who was lying on the ground.

His eyes even held a pleading look.

Poseidon looked at Tang Chen.

A hint of sadness flashed in her eyes.

She was once the high priestess of the sea god.

But now, she can only watch helplessly as all of this happens, powerless to do anything about it.

Yu Xiaoheng looked at Tang Chen.

He then looked at Tang San, who was lying on the ground, his face full of resentment and pain.

Chapter 592 Let Tang San go? How is that possible?

Yu Xiaoheng quickly weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

If we insist on wiping out the Haotian Sect now.

These Haotian Sect disciples, who have already resigned themselves to certain death, will surely launch the most devastating counterattack.

This will cause unnecessary casualties to the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan.

and.

If the Haotian Sect were to submit, it would be a tremendous boost to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's ambition to dominate the continent.

the most important is.

Tang San has now been crippled by him.

Guanyin's tears were destroyed, and her divine power backfired.

Tang San's meridians were all severed, and his soul power dissipated.

The wind on Haotian Peak was more biting than usual.

On the dilapidated main hall square, rubble and broken tiles were scattered all over the ground.

The air was still thick with the lingering smell of burning.

Those were the marks left by the thunder and fire.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's army has withdrawn.

The clamor subsided into deathly silence.

Several disciples of the Haotian Sect were bowing their heads and silently cleaning up the bloodstains on the ground.

Their movements were mechanical and slow.

The humiliation of defeat was etched on everyone's face.

The former leader of the three supreme sects that once dominated the continent has been trampled underfoot by one person today.

The back mountain.

Inside a secluded stone house.

Tang Chen leaned against the stone couch.

His face was sallow, lacking its former rosy hue.