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

It also became dull.

His divine armor was shattered.

The mangled, bloody body inside was revealed.

The elemental storm of "Silver Dragon's Myriad Calamities".

It not only destroyed his attack.

Furthermore, his divine body.

It was severely damaged and on the verge of collapse.

"Why……"

Tang San raised his head.

Looking at Yu Xiaoheng, who was completely unharmed.

His eyes were filled with despair.

He had clearly become a god.

Why in front of Yu Xiaoheng?

Still as powerless as a child.

Yu Xiaoheng remained silent, and slowly walked towards Tang San.

Purple flames of divine retribution ignited.

He was preparing to end Tang San's life.

"Tang San".

"go to hell."

He threw a punch.

The Heavenly Punishment Purple Flame transformed into a gigantic fist shadow, smashing towards Tang San's head.

Tang San watched the descending purple fist shadow and gave up resisting.

He closed his eyes.

Waiting for death to come.

however.

Just as the Heavenly Punishment Purple Flame was about to strike Tang San...

A sudden change occurred.

hum-

Deep in the sky.

Suddenly, a huge, blood-red crack appeared.

Chapter 611 The God of Asura Makes His Move

In that crevice.

A giant, blood-red hand emerged from the gap.

The Divine Realm Committee.

God of Law Enforcement.

The Asura God himself could no longer remain seated.

He couldn't bear to watch his chosen successor be wiped out by Yu Xiaoheng.

"boom!"

The crimson giant hand clashed with the divine purple flames in mid-air.

Although the Heavenly Punishment Purple Flame is domineering.

It can burn everything.

However, Yu Xiaoheng has not yet become a god.

The total amount of soul power within the body.

It cannot compare to a true god-king.

Purple flames.

Under the suppression of the blood-red giant hand.

It gradually went out.

but.

That giant, blood-red hand.

It was also scorched black by the divine purple fire.

Even divine blood dripped down.

The true form of the Asura God.

He also sustained minor injuries from that attack.

The blood-red giant hand did not continue to attack Yu Xiaoheng.

Due to the rules of the divine realm, as the God-King, he must never interfere in battles in the lower realms.

He was able to save Tang San.

That's already the limit.

If he dares to make a move against Yu Xiaoheng.

This will inevitably trigger sanctions from the Divine Realm Council.

A giant, blood-red hand grabbed the weakened Tang San.

Then it quickly retreated back into the crack.

"Yu Xiaoheng".

"This child is not destined to die."

A grand and majestic voice echoed through the sky.

Tang San's body crashed into the pile of rubble behind the Haotian Sect.

Dust billowed up all around, half-burying his body in the rubble.

The trident of Poseidon was stuck diagonally to the side, its golden light already dimmed.

The Asura Demon Sword lay scattered not far away, its blood-red light so faint it seemed it might extinguish at any moment.

Tang San struggled to stand up, but as soon as he exerted force, intense pain shot through every bone and meridian in his body.

His body, which had already become a god, was now like a piece of porcelain covered in cracks, ready to shatter at any moment.

"puff--"

A mouthful of golden-red divine blood spurted from his mouth, splashing onto the dark gray gravel, making a sizzling, corrosive sound.

Tang San stared at his hands, his eyes filled with despair.

He lost.

After his resurrection and the fusion of the power of the Sea God and the Asura God, he thought he could easily crush Yu Xiaoheng.

Yu Xiaoheng didn't even make any extra movements; he simply smashed his divine armor with his terrifying physical strength.

The power of that punch still rages within him, relentlessly destroying his life force.

And those seven colossal elemental dragons that blot out the sky—that power is simply beyond the control of mortals.

"Why……"

"Why is it that even after I became a god, I am still no match for him?"

Tang San frantically asked himself these questions in his mind.

He had to admit that he really couldn't beat Yu Xiaoheng.

The gap between the two can no longer be bridged by talent and hard work.

Just as Tang San was sinking into endless self-doubt and despair, a violent ripple suddenly appeared in the void above the back mountain.

A dark red halo shone from the void, followed by a majestic and immense will descending upon this world.

The will of the Asura God transcended the barriers of the divine realm and descended into Tang San's mind.

"Tang San, do you know why you were defeated?"

The voice of the Asura God resounded deep within Tang San's soul, carrying an ear-splitting power.

Despite the excruciating pain, Tang San silently pleaded in his mind, "Please enlighten me, God King, what power did Yu Xiaoheng use? Why couldn't even the combined attack of two gods harm him in the slightest?"

The voice of the Asura God had become more somber.

"His martial spirit has evolved to a level that surpasses that of an ordinary god."

"That is an existence that surpasses the level of gods. Even a god-king would be suppressed in terms of bloodline in front of it."

"His eighth spirit ring likely fused with Gu Yuena's Silver Dragon King origin and the remaining power of the Dragon God in the world, reaching an astonishing three million years."

Hearing the words of the Asura God, Tang San's heart clenched.

A soul ring that lasts for three million years.

A martial spirit that surpasses even the divine level.

How is that possible?

How could such an overpowered monster exist in this world?

"Your Majesty, what should I do?"