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

Under the potential influence of the eighth spirit ring, his martial spirit underwent a transformation at this moment.

Purple-Gold Dragon God.

That was a supreme martial soul that surpassed the level of gods, a half-step god-king level existence.

hold head high--!

The dragon's roar resounded throughout heaven and earth.

This dragon's roar pierced through the barriers of space, and even the gods far away in the divine realm faintly sensed it.

A giant purple-gold dragon, a kilometer long, coiled in the sky.

Each of its scales is like a perfect work of art, flowing with the light of various extreme elements such as earth, fire, water, wind, light, darkness, and space.

Those enormous, purple-gold dragon eyes were cold and noble, looking down at Qian Xunji below.

Before the Purple-Gold Dragon God, Qian Xunji's hundreds-of-meters-tall angelic phantom was like a crude toy.

Under the oppressive aura emanating from the Purple-Gold Dragon God, the sacred fire began to extinguish in large swaths.

"What... what kind of martial soul is this?"

Qian Xunji's voice began to tremble.

He could feel that his angelic power, upon encountering that purple-gold light, was melting away like snow meeting boiling oil.

Even the angelic divine essence within him was emitting painful cries.

"No! I am a god! I am invincible!"

Chihiro roared madly, trying to dispel the fear in her heart.

He urged the enormous angelic holy sword to accelerate its descent.

The Purple-Gold Dragon God looked at the falling giant sword, a hint of disdain flashing in its dragon eyes.

It didn't even make any extra movements, just flicked its huge dragon tail gently.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, loud bang.

The angelic holy sword, which contained the full force of Qian Xunji's attack, shattered into countless golden light spots upon touching the dragon's tail.

The violent recoil caused the angelic phantom behind Qian Xunji to collapse.

Qian Xunji himself was sent flying like a meteorite, spewing out divine blood in mid-air.

His divine body was covered with countless cracks, and golden divine blood flowed out continuously.

one strike.

With just one strike, Qian Xunji, who had become a god, was severely injured.

Yu Xiaoheng transformed back into human form and stood quietly in the void.

The majestic aura of the purple-gold dragon god emanating from him had not yet dissipated.

He looked at Qian Xunji struggling to stand up in the distance, and he had a clear understanding of his current strength.

With the blessing of a million-year spirit ring and a three-million-year eighth spirit ring.

His combat power has completely surpassed that of ordinary gods.

In his presence, Qian Xunji was indeed no different from an ant.

"Yu Xiaoheng...you monster..."

Qian Xunji wiped the golden divine blood from the corner of his mouth, and the madness in his eyes had transformed into a deep despair.

He couldn't accept that he had paid such a high price and endured so much suffering to become a god.

In the end, they were still no match for Yu Xiaoheng.

"I don't believe it! I will never admit defeat!"

Chihiro let out a shrill scream.

At that moment, the divine essence within him began to burn intensely.

He's going to fight this hard.

Even if it means his own demise, he will drag Yu Xiaoheng down to hell with him.

Endless golden-red flames erupted from his body, completely enveloping him.

These flames coalesced in the air into an enormous, golden-red fireball, radiating a terrifying temperature capable of destroying everything.

"Yu Xiaoheng, die with me!"

Chapter 607 The Divine Realm Trembles

Qian Xunji roared, controlling the giant fireball as it charged madly toward Yu Xiaoheng.

Yu Xiaoheng looked at the fireball rushing towards him, his expression remaining calm.

He slowly exhaled.

"Since you're in such a hurry to end this, then I'll grant your wish."

Yu Xiaoheng said softly.

Beneath his feet, the eighth spirit ring finally rose slowly.

It was a spirit ring that displayed both gold and white colors.

Three million years.

This is a super-god-level soul ring formed by combining Gu Yuena's Silver Dragon King essence with the Dragon God essence from various planes of the Douluo universe.

The moment this spirit ring lit up.

Qian Xunji, who had been charging forward furiously, froze in mid-air.

It wasn't just him.

The wind stopped within a radius of a hundred miles.

The clouds have stopped.

Even the flowing air and the burning sacred fire seemed to freeze in that moment.

The power of the Purple-Gold Dragon God within Yu Xiaoheng's body was activated at this moment.

He slowly raised his right hand.

The golden and white spirit rings trembled violently in the void.

At that moment, the golden and white light illuminated the entire desolate plain.

The flowing air was completely frozen.

At this moment, the sky over the entire Douluo Continent changed color.

Whether it's the Heavenly Dou Empire or the Star Luo Empire.

Whether it's the far north or the endless ocean.

When everyone looked up, all they could see was a golden-white sky.

The earth began to rumble deeply.

……

Haotian Sect.

The towering stone palace shook violently at that moment.

On the solid rock wall, cracks spread like a spider web.

Tang Wei sat on the sect leader's iron chair, his face deathly pale.

He was seriously injured in his previous duel with Yu Xiaoheng and has not yet fully recovered.

At this moment, he felt his soul power surging wildly backward within his body.

A tightness suddenly shot through my chest.

"puff!"

A mouthful of dark red blood spurted onto the ground.

Tang Wei stared at the golden-white sky outside the window, his eyes filled with horror.

"Who...is this force?"

"Could it be that the one from the Spirit Hall has become a god?"

"No, that's not right. This aura carries the oppressive power of the dragon race!"

Tang Wei's body was trembling.

He could feel his Clear Sky Hammer martial spirit trembling in his sea of ​​consciousness.

In a courtyard not far away, Tang Hao was standing there.

As the youngest Soul Saint in the world, he has always been proud and arrogant.

But now, even standing has become incredibly difficult for him.

Tang Hao gritted his teeth, trying to summon his Clear Sky Hammer martial soul to resist the oppressive force.

A massive black hammer appeared in his hand.

The golden-red lightning on the hammer had just lit up when it was instantly extinguished.

The Haotian Hammer crashed heavily to the ground.

They smashed the blue bricks in the yard.

Tang Hao's hands trembled violently.

"It's him……"

"It must be that monster..."