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

"what--!"

Heart-wrenching screams echoed in front of the mountain gate.

The young disciple looked at his bare wrist and rolled around on the ground in pain.

However, red liquid had already seeped from the ground.

The liquid, as if alive, climbed up his trouser leg.

Within a few breaths, the disciple's screams abruptly ceased.

His body disappeared.

Only a dark red puddle of water remained on the spot, which was then instantly absorbed by the dry rocks.

This scene was playing out simultaneously in every corner of the Haotian Sect.

Disciples training in the training grounds, kitchen helpers busy in the back kitchen, and even soul masters in seclusion all suffered the same annihilation.

The entire mountain peak is bleeding.

The soil turned dark red and emitted a nauseating, fishy smell.

In the sky, Tang San, who was lifted into the air by the power of the Asura God, saw all of this clearly.

He saw his disciples, who usually addressed him as Young Master, struggling and melting in the blood and light.

He saw those familiar buildings crumbling inch by inch in the red smoke.

"Do not……"

"Your Majesty, stop immediately!"

Tang San screamed wildly in his heart.

His voice became shrill with extreme fear.

"This is my sect!"

"They are my people!"

Why did you kill them?!

The majestic and merciless voice of the Asura God resounded in his mind.

"To bear the complete origin of a God-King, your current mortal body is simply not capable of doing so."

"You must possess the purest and most powerful bloodline energy as a catalyst to reshape your divine body."

"The Haotian Sect is connected to you by blood. Their lives, their soul power, and their Haotian Hammer martial soul are the best nourishment."

"This is your own choice, Tang San."

Chapter 613 Tang San's Despair

"This is the price to pay for gaining the power to kill Yu Xiaoheng."

Upon hearing these words, Tang San felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Looking down at the hellish scene below, tears finally welled up in his eyes.

"No! I don't want this power!"

"Stop! Please stop!"

Tang San cried out in despair.

He tried to break free of his restraints, wanting to rush down and save the people.

But his body was firmly fixed in mid-air, unable to move even a finger.

He could only watch helplessly.

Looking at the elders who had just been gently comforting him and regarding him as the hope of the sect, he was plunged into endless pain.

The back mountain.

Tang Wei and Tang Hao also felt this destructive power.

"What is this thing?!"

Tang Wei's expression changed drastically as he looked at the melting rocks beneath his feet.

He immediately released his martial spirit.

He held the enormous Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, and the nine spirit rings shone brightly.

"Elders, follow me to break the formation!"

Tang Wei roared and leaped into the air.

He poured all his soul power into the Clear Sky Hammer and smashed it fiercely towards the blood-red light screen above his head.

"boom!"

A deafening roar exploded in mid-air.

However, the hammer blow, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, struck the blood-red light screen without causing the slightest ripple.

On the contrary, a terrifying recoil force surged into Tang Wei's body through the hammer handle.

Tang Wei groaned and fell heavily to the ground.

His hand was split open, and blood flowed down the hammer handle.

Even more terrifying is that his Clear Sky Hammer martial soul is already stained with dark red blood.

The blood-red light was frantically devouring his martial spirit essence.

Tang Hao, who was standing to the side, also moved.

Although Yu Xiaoheng had shattered his courage and he dared not face that monster again, his Soul Saint cultivation still erupted in the face of the crisis before him.

The medicinal effects of the Golden Thunder Bright Light Lamp surged through his body.

Tang Hao's eyes turned golden-red.

He summoned his Haotian Hammer, which was wreathed in golden-red lightning.

"Uncle, let me help you!"

Tang Hao shouted and swung his hammer at the ground, trying to stop the red liquid from spreading.

The lightning collided with the blood, producing a piercing hissing sound.

But there was just too much of that red liquid; it seemed endless.

Following the lightning, they climbed onto Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer.

"what!"

Tang Hao let out a painful roar.

He felt as if his soul was being pierced by a thousand needles.

Cracks began to appear on his Clear Sky Hammer, and the golden-red lightning quickly dimmed.

The Haotian Sect elders who arrived were in an even worse situation.

Their cultivation levels were inferior to Tang Wei and Tang Hao's, and their bodies had begun to melt under the corrosive influence of the blood light.

The Third Elder's right leg had turned to bone, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered, trying to use his soul power to protect the young disciple beside him.

"Sect Master... what exactly is this power?"

The Third Elder's voice trembled, filled with fear of the unknown.

Tang Wei did not answer.

He stared blankly at the figure enveloped in blood-red light in the sky.

That's Tang San.

At this moment, Tang San was emanating an aura exactly the same as that blood-red light.

The life force and soul power extracted from the sect disciples were transforming into streams of red energy, surging wildly into Tang San's body.

Under the nourishment of this power, Tang San's tattered Sea God Armor began to repair itself at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His wounds were healing, and his breath was steadily rising.

As Tang Wei watched this scene, a thought flashed through his mind.

He finally understood.

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This is a sacrifice.

It was the gods who used the lives of the entire Haotian Sect to make Tang San who he is.

"how so……"

Tang Wei's legs went weak, and he almost lost his balance.

He devoted countless efforts to the preservation of his sect.

He regarded Tang San as the only hope for the resurgence of the Haotian Sect.

But now, this hope is about to drain the blood of the last person in the sect.

"Father, what should we do?"

Tang Hao asked painfully.

His hands were so bloodied that they revealed the bare white bones.

He looked at Tang Wei, his eyes filled with despair.

Tang Wei looked at Tang San in the sky.

Tang San was also looking at him.

Tang San's face was filled with pain and pleading, tears mixed with blood streaming down his cheeks.

"Uncle...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..."