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

With each breath, his chest emitted a bellows-like noise.

That was the backlash from the Great Sumeru Hammer exploding its rings, plus the hidden injuries left by the direct damage from the Heavenly Dragon Annihilation Slash.

Poseidon sat on a stone chair to the side.

Her trident, which symbolized the authority of the sea god, was now only half intact, leaning brokenly against the corner of the wall.

Her long hair was disheveled, and her usually clear blue eyes now looked empty.

"he's gone."

"Poseidon said softly."

Her voice was very soft, as if it would dissipate with a gust of wind.

Tang Chen closed his eyes and took a deep breath, which triggered a violent cough.

He covered his mouth with a handkerchief and spat out a mouthful of dark red blood clots.

"It's good that you're gone."

"As long as he leads his men away, we will have a chance to catch our breath."

Poseidon looked at him, a hint of reluctance flashing in her eyes.

"You are too badly injured; the life force in your body has begun to dissipate."

Tang Chen waved his hand.

"It's alright."

"These old bones of mine, if I die, I die."

"As long as Xiao San is still around, there is hope for the Haotian Sect."

When Tang San was mentioned, a glimmer of light rekindled in Tang Chen's eyes.

"How is the mistress doing now?"

He turned to Poseidon and asked.

"Seventy percent of his meridians were severed, and the internal energy of his Xuan Tian Gong technique was also dissipated."

Poseidon sighed.

"Fortunately, his divine inheritance mark is still intact."

"Although the powers of the Sea God and the Asura God clashed within him, they did not completely dissipate."

"Give him time, and he will definitely be able to get back on his feet."

Tang Chen nodded.

"Although Yu Xiaoheng is strong, he is ultimately just a mortal."

"He has no divine position."

"On this continent, no matter how strong a mortal is, he is nothing but an ant before the gods."

"The mistress is the successor to the dual divine positions."

"As long as he can take that final step, the day he becomes a god will be the day the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is destroyed."

A cold smile appeared on Tang Chen's face.

He can wait.

The Haotian Sect can afford to wait.

Ten years is but a blink of an eye for a Soul Master.

As long as they remain secluded and do not venture out, they will quietly accumulate strength.

When Tang San becomes a god, they will repay all the humiliation a hundredfold.

Inside the stone house next door.

Tang San was lying on the wooden bed.

His body was wrapped in white bandages like a mummy.

The intense pain tormented his nerves constantly.

But he did not utter a single groan.

He just stared at the ceiling.

His eyes flashed with alternating red and blue light.

"Yu Xiaoheng..."

Tang San silently recited the name in his heart.

With each silent recitation, his hatred intensified.

This was the first time in his life that he had suffered such a humiliation.

His pride, his trump card, were easily shattered by his opponent in the face of Guanyin's Tears, which he was so proud of.

"You wait."

"You think you've won?"

"Wait until my injuries heal and I complete the divine test."

"I will make you, and everyone in the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan, pay the price."

Tang San gritted his teeth, trying to mobilize the remaining Xuan Tian Gong within his body.

The faint internal energy traveled through the broken meridians, bringing even more intense stinging pain.

But he persisted.

He is a patient and reserved person.

He could endure any pain as long as he could survive and become stronger.

however.

He didn't know.

The "ordinary person" in his eyes had not gone too far at this moment.

The temporary camp of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan.

It was built in a valley about ten miles away from Haotian Peak.

Inside the main tent.

Yu Xiaoheng sat at the table, holding a cup of tea that had gone cold.

His expression was calm, and his eyes gleamed with rationality.

Yu Yuanzhen walked in from outside.

"Xiao Heng, the sect's disciples have begun to assemble and prepare to withdraw."

Yu Yuanzhen looked at his eldest son with eyes full of satisfaction.

Today's battle has cemented the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's position as the number one sect on the continent.

And all of this was brought about by this young man in front of us.

"Father, you take the men back first."

Yu Xiaoheng put down his teacup and spoke calmly.

Yu Yuanzhen was stunned for a moment.

"Aren't you coming with us?"

"I still have some trivial matters to deal with, but I'll catch up later."

Yu Xiaoheng did not offer any further explanation.

Although Yu Yuanzhen was puzzled, he did not ask any further questions out of trust in his son.

"Okay, then be careful."

Yu Yuanzhen patted his son on the shoulder, then turned and walked out of the main tent.

Silence returned to the tent.

Yu Xiaoheng looked at the cold tea in front of him and twitched his lips.

"Release the tiger back to its clan, and wait for it to become a god?"

Yu Xiaoheng murmured to himself.

“I’m not one of those stupid actors, how could I make such a low-level mistake?”

Chopping the grass does not remove the roots, but the spring breeze blows and regenerates.

Who is Tang San?

That is the chosen one who possesses the right to inherit two divine positions.

Although I used the power of my million-year soul ring to shatter his Guanyin Tear and severely injured him today.

But as long as Tang San is alive, he has the potential to turn the tables at any time.

After all, those two gods in the divine realm are not the kind of people who reason with each other.

What if they shamelessly descend to the mortal realm themselves to help Tang San recover from his injuries?

What if Tang San discovers some strange or unusual trump card in this desperate situation?

Yu Xiaoheng absolutely cannot allow such uncertainties to exist.

"Stability is the only standard for survival."

He stood up and changed his purple-gold robe into an inconspicuous black night outfit.

He is now a level 80 Contra Master.

It possesses the ultimate dark and wind elements.

It would be incredibly easy to deceive the remnants of the Haotian Sect.