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

Tang San cried out in his heart.

Tang Wei looked at the child on whom he had placed so much hope and gave a bitter laugh.

He saw Tang San's helplessness and also the irresistible power of the gods.

If they continue to resist, their final fate will be nothing more than turning to ashes, and it will also consume the time it takes for Tang San to fuse with divine power.

Yu Xiaoheng could come knocking on your door at any time.

Once Yu Xiaoheng arrives, the Haotian Sect, having lost the protection of the gods, will still be unable to escape the fate of destruction.

"Hao'er, stop."

Tang Wei slowly lowered the Haotian Hammer in his hand.

His voice became unusually calm at that moment.

"Father?!"

Tang Hao looked at him in disbelief.

Tang Wei closed his eyes, and a single, cloudy tear slid down his cheek.

"It's fate."

"Since the Haotian Sect is destined to disappear today, let our power become a part of San'er's."

"As long as San'er is still alive, the bloodline of Haotian Sect will not be broken."

"San'er, remember your promise."

"We must... bring true victory to the Haotian Sect."

After saying that, Tang Wei gave up resisting.

He dispersed his protective soul power, opened his arms, and let the blood-red light devour him.

"Do not--!"

Tang San let out a heart-wrenching cry.

He watched as Tang Wei's body rapidly dissolved in the bloody light, finally transforming into a pure, dark red ray of light that soared into the sky and merged into his chest.

His power surged once again.

But his heart shattered at that moment.

Tang Hao stared at the spot where Tang Wei had disappeared, his expression complex.

He recalled the hardships of his life and the dignity that Yu Xiaoheng had shattered.

He hates.

He hated Yu Xiaoheng's strength, and he also hated his own incompetence.

"Little three."

Tang Hao raised his head and looked at the figure in the sky.

“Kill Yu Xiaoheng.”

"Avenge us..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Hao also stopped resisting.

His body, amidst the interplay of golden-red lightning and blood-red light, transformed into a streak of light and flew towards Tang San.

"Brother Hao—!"

Tang San's cries echoed throughout the entire mountain peak.

But his voice was quickly drowned out by an even louder roar.

Upon seeing this, the elders also revealed bitter smiles.

They stopped struggling, sat down cross-legged one by one, closed their eyes, and let the bloody light take them away.

The Haotian Sect, once the most powerful of the three sects that dominated the continent, met its most tragic and bizarre end on this day.

However, the sacrifice did not end.

In the deepest secret chamber in the back mountain.

A massive aura that had been dormant was suddenly awakened by this blood-red light.

Chapter 614 Asura God Descends

That's Tang Chen.

He was once the peerless Douluo of the Clear Sky Sect.

At this time, he was not fully conscious and his body was still emaciated.

However, what he contains is the purest demigod-level power.

The red chain pierced through the stone door of the secret chamber and locked Tang Chen's collarbone.

"Roar--!"

Tang Chen let out an angry roar.

He instinctively wanted to resist, and the remaining soul power within his body surged wildly.

But those red chains are imbued with the supreme laws of the Asura God.

That was the power he had pursued his entire life, but ultimately failed to attain.

Under the suppression of the God King's laws, Tang Chen's resistance seemed so powerless.

His body was dragged out of the secret room little by little, towards the blood-red torrent.

Just then, a blue figure rushed out from the side.

It's Poseidon.

As the Sea God Douluo, she stayed by Tang Chen's side, trying to help him regain his senses.

Seeing Tang Chen in distress, Poseidon did not hesitate at all and released the Sea God Martial Soul.

A colossal phantom of the sea god appeared behind her, its azure light attempting to block the red chains.

"Let him go!"

Poseidon shouted.

But this isn't the ocean.

This is the domain where the power of the Asura God absolutely reigns supreme.

The azure light of the sea god was corroded and shattered the moment it came into contact with the blood-red light.

Poseidon's face turned deathly pale instantly, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

She looked at Tang Chen, who was bound by chains and struggling in pain, and a resolute look flashed in her eyes.

She knew she couldn't save him.

Before the power of the God-King, she, the High Priestess, was nothing more than a slightly stronger ant.

But she would never allow Tang Chen to face death alone.

Poseidon retrieved the Sea God Martial Soul.

Following the suction force, she charged towards Tang Chen.

Before the blood engulfed them, she held tightly to the man she had loved all her life.

"This time, we will never be apart again."

Poseidon whispered in Tang Chen's ear.

At this moment, Tang Chen's previously clouded eyes seemed to regain their clarity.

He looked at the woman in his arms, a gentle smile appearing on his gaunt face.

"it is good."

Two peerless powerhouses who once stood at the pinnacle of the continent embraced each other amidst crimson flames.

Their bodies began to melt, and their souls began to intertwine.

One is a demigod-level Shura successor who failed, possessing the purest Shura divine power remnants within his body.

One is the High Priest of the Sea God, possessing the purest power of the Sea God's faith.

The fusion of these two forces generated an unimaginable amount of energy.

It was a huge pillar of light interwoven with blue and red.

A beam of light pierced the sky, turning the entire sky an eerie purple.

This energy, carrying a world-destroying force, poured into Tang San's body.

"what--!"

Tang San let out a scream that sounded inhuman.

His body swelled up violently at that moment.

Countless cracks appeared on his skin, and golden-red divine blood and dark red Asura divine power intertwined, forming a huge blood cocoon that enveloped his entire body.

Countless runes appeared densely on the surface of the blood cocoon.

The runes shimmered with an eerie light, and with each flash, the entire mountain trembled.

The sacrificial process is still ongoing.

The entire Haotian Peak has become a dead mountain.

The noise of the disciples was gone, as was the rustling of the leaves in the wind.

Yes, there was only the sticky sound of viscous blood flowing over the rocks.

And within the blood cocoon, the heartbeat, like a muffled thunderclap.

"Boom."