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

As for Tang Chen and Poseidon.

These two people were exhausted from helping Tang San fuse with divine power.

They must be in complete seclusion now, trying to preserve their lives.

They will not easily leave their seclusion unless a large-scale battle breaks out in the outside world.

And this is the perfect opportunity for an assassination.

Chapter 593 I've Scattered Your Ashes

Yu Xiaoheng moved.

He drifted out of the main tent silently, like a wisp of weightless smoke, and disappeared into the night.

The night was deep.

The wind and snow on Haotian Peak grew even stronger.

The howling wind provided the best cover.

Yu Xiaoheng darted swiftly among the rocks.

Along the way, he encountered several patrols of Haotian Sect disciples.

The disciples looked dejected and walked unsteadily, completely unaware that a dark shadow had swept past them.

Yu Xiaoheng easily arrived at the back mountain.

The defense here is much laxer.

In the eyes of the Haotian Sect disciples, with their great-grandfather Tang Chen and High Priest Poseidon in charge, the back mountain was undoubtedly the safest place in the world.

Unfortunately, they didn't know that these two peerless Douluo were now struggling to even protect themselves.

Yu Xiaoheng closed his eyes, and his powerful mental energy spread out like ripples on water.

He easily avoided the secret room where Tang Chen and Poseidon were.

Because those two places were emitting faint yet violent fluctuations of divine power, they were clearly undergoing deep healing.

Finally, his senses settled on a secluded stone house.

There, there was a weak aura, yet it carried the unique resilience of the Xuan Tian Gong.

Tang San.

Yu Xiaoheng opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them.

He strode toward the stone house.

The stone gate was tightly closed.

Yu Xiaoheng placed his right hand on the stone door.

The warm, gentle soul power flowed out from his palm and subtly entered the stone gate.

"Click".

A barely audible, crisp sound.

The metal latch inside the stone gate instantly turned to dust under the shock of the extreme lightning.

Yu Xiaoheng pushed open the door and went inside.

The light inside the stone house was dim.

Only a flickering oil lamp emitted a faint yellow light.

The air was filled with a strong smell of herbs and blood.

Tang San, who was lying on the bed, did not open his eyes when he heard the door open.

"I told you, don't bother me."

Tang San's voice was weak, tinged with impatience.

He assumed it was one of those annoying elders from the sect coming to offer their concern again.

However, all that answered him was deathly silence.

And a suffocating feeling that made his scalp tingle.

He was all too familiar with this feeling.

During the day, in the main hall square, he was so suppressed by this force that he couldn't even move.

Tang San suddenly opened his eyes.

In the dim light, he saw the face standing in front of the bed.

That face, though masked, still had recognizable features.

Yu Xiaoheng.

"you……"

Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He tried to sit up, but the severed meridians caused him to lose his balance and roll off the bed to the floor.

Ignoring the excruciating pain in his body, he stared at Yu Xiaoheng.

"Yu Xiaoheng!"

Why are you here?

"You promised my great-grandfather that if I took that blow, you would spare the Haotian Sect and spare me!"

"You, the dignified master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, have broken your promise and sneaked in to assassinate me in the middle of the night!"

Tang San's voice became shrill and even distorted with fear.

Yu Xiaoheng looked at him.

"Breaking one's promise?"

Yu Xiaoheng spoke softly, his voice low and gentle.

“In front of everyone, I did let you go.”

"That's because I don't want any of my sect's disciples to be injured or killed in your desperate counterattack."

"But that doesn't mean I'll let a potential threat live in the world."

"Tang San, do you think I would keep an enemy who could become a god at any time and who harbors boundless hatred for me alive in this world?"

Tang San's face turned deathly pale.

He looked at Yu Xiaoheng, his lips trembling.

"You despicable scoundrel!"

You'll die a horrible death!

Tang San attempted to accumulate the pitifully weak internal energy of his Xuan Tian Gong.

He wanted to shout loudly, hoping to alert Tang Chen and Poseidon next door.

However, he overestimated himself and underestimated Yu Xiaoheng's caution.

The moment he pushed open the door, Yu Xiaoheng's Dragon Domain of Calamity had already silently opened.

The space within a ten-meter radius was sealed off.

Within this area, all sounds, light, and even soul power fluctuations are forcibly swallowed up by the domain.

Tang San opened his mouth wide, making a hoarse sound, but not a single sound could escape from the stone house.

"Don't waste your energy."

Yu Xiaoheng raised his right hand.

A purple-gold light gathered in his palm.

That was the ultimate power of thunder and fire.

At the center of that purplish-gold light, a strange purple flame was burning silently.

Purple flames in the form of divine retribution.

This flame can burn all matter, soul power, and even the soul itself.

Those who are burned to death by it will not even have the chance to be reincarnated.

"Let's get going."

Yu Xiaoheng didn't waste any words.

He wasn't one of those villains who liked to mock their opponents before they died.

He just wanted Tang San to disappear from this world immediately.

His right hand slammed down.

"No!"

Tang San let out a shrill scream in his heart.

But his body was completely unable to move.

The purplish-gold flames instantly engulfed his body.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor any blinding light.

The Heavenly Punishment Purple Flame was like a silent behemoth, devouring Tang San's flesh, bones, and meridians in the blink of an eye.

Even the two conflicting powers of the Sea God and the Asura within him emitted a faint wail before being burned away by this power that could even burn away divine techniques.

A few breaths later.

The flames went out.

Only a pool of black ash remained on the ground.

Tang San died completely.