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

As for innate full soul power?

That's pure fantasy.

How many people in the entire history of Douluo Continent possess such talent?

Amidst countless gazes, some scornful, some curious, Yu Xiaoheng finally placed his hand on the enormous crystal ball.

Om-!

A blinding light erupted instantly!

Then, the light stabilized, and it seemed... there was no more movement.

Not awakened yet??

"wrong!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then quickly followed his gaze to the side.

Under the dazzling light, a small, beast-like figure slowly took shape.

The outline of the beast became clearer, and its size was about the same as the pig that Yu Xiaogang had just awakened...?

The deathly silence in the training ground was suddenly ripped apart by a sharp, maniacal laugh.

Haha! Hahahaha!

The laughter came from the audience; it was manic and distorted.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Yu Xiaogang with a flushed face, wide eyes, pointing at Yu Xiaoheng on the stage, his whole body trembling with excitement.

He roared at the top of his lungs.

"I knew it! I knew it! You're just like me!"

"You're just like me!!"

"Yu Xiaoheng, you too, you're a piece of trash!"

"Your martial spirit is also a pig!!"

"You were just pretending to gloat, weren't you?!"

Chapter 18 Trash? Genius! Level Nine Innate Soul Power?

Hahahaha!

Yu Xiaogang roared until the veins on his neck bulged, and his wild joy turned into a vicious pleasure.

"No, you must be worse than me!!"

"Your soul power will only decrease further!!"

The sound echoed in the ears of every member of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex clan, like a death knell.

In an instant, the last trace of color drained from the faces of all the Blue Lightning Clan members present.

It’s over.

That's it, it's completely over!

Countless gazes converged on Yu Xiaoheng, their eyes no longer filled with expectation, but with boundless hatred.

The sect has completely lost face.

This Yu Xiaoheng had to come out and embarrass himself at this time, and shamelessly hooked up with the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, making the whole world know about it!

Now, he has actually awakened a useless martial soul just like Luo Sanpao!

"puff--"

Beside the VIP seats, several sect elders who were already on the verge of collapse could no longer hold on. Overwhelmed by anger, they suddenly swayed and fell straight to the ground!

Just as the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon disciples were about to help him up, they exclaimed in surprise, "Sect Master!"

Yu Yuanzhen felt a sweet taste in his throat, and a mouthful of blood gushed out uncontrollably, staining his chest red.

His soul power instantly became chaotic, and his vision blurred.

Countless chaotic thoughts exploded in his mind.

What will happen to the sect? After today, won't the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect become a laughing stock and never recover?

How could I possibly face my ancestors?

And then there's Xiao Heng... He made such a big fuss, and he even awakened this kind of martial spirit. How will he ever be able to stand on his own two feet in the sect again?

or……

Find an opportunity to secretly send him away to a place where no one knows him and he can live under an assumed name.

Yu Yuanzhen was in a state of utter confusion. Despite the excruciating pain in his body, he tried to stand up and say something to Qian Xunji and the other two of the three upper sects to salvage some face.

But as soon as he put his legs together, he felt weak and powerless.

He slumped heavily back into the chair, his face ashen.

A deathly silence continued to spread across the training ground.

But there was an unsettling awkwardness to this silence.

In the VIP section, the two sect leaders of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Haotian School remained silent, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

Sympathy, regret.

The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan is completely finished this generation.

Pope Qian Xunji of the Spirit Hall remained expressionless, but inwardly he let out a soft sigh.

However, a barely audible murmur in his ear made him frown slightly.

"Brother Xiao Heng must be born with full soul power... he must be..."

"It must be..."

It's Bibi Dong.

She gripped the hem of her dress tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning white, her large eyes fixed on the figure on the stage, repeating the same thing over and over again.

A hint of displeasure rose in Qian Xunji's heart, and he was about to reprimand this good-for-nothing disciple.

But at that moment, a series of suppressed gasps suddenly erupted from the audience!

"What level of soul power is that?!"

"The light... how is the light still increasing?!"

"What level is it exactly?!"

Qian Xunji was startled and looked in the direction of the sound.

In the center of the training ground, behind Yu Xiaoheng, an extremely strange scene unfolded.

The beast soul that closely resembled Luo Sanpao was now enveloped in a dense golden light, its form constantly shifting and becoming extremely unstable within the light.

But that was definitely not a pig!

The light faded slightly for a moment before everyone could see clearly.

The martial spirit is round and chubby, which does have a somewhat naive and cute appearance, but its body is covered with fine golden light.

Above its head are two pairs of majestic dragon horns!

Its body is covered with pure gold patterns!

What swung behind it was a long and powerful dragon tail!

Its body subtly exudes the sharp edge of claws and fangs!

Only its two front paws still retained a trace of the outline of pig hooves, but this outline was also flashing rapidly, and from time to time it would completely evolve into ferocious dragon claws!

Its appearance was extremely bizarre!

As the martial spirit trembled slightly, it would sometimes burst into golden light, making the dragon shape clearer; at other times, its front paws would stubbornly turn back into the shape of pig hooves, changing back and forth.

On the other side of the martial arts arena.

Compared to the ever-changing martial spirit behind him, Yu Xiaoheng's hand, which was resting on the crystal ball, appeared exceptionally stable.

The scene inside the crystal ball was completely different from the instantaneous explosion that everyone had expected.

Perhaps it's because of the instability of the martial spirit.

A pale white light rose from the bottom of the sphere, climbing upwards very slowly, bit by bit, which was not a normal state of awakening.

Its speed was so slow, as if it were stuck in a quagmire, as if it were waging a fierce and arduous struggle against some invisible force.

The elder in charge of the awakening ceremony, who had been despondent, involuntarily moved closer, almost pressing his entire face against the crystal ball.

His eyes widened, and his lips trembled slightly.

"This...this intensity of light..."

"It's level five or higher! It's definitely level five or higher!"

He suddenly raised his head and shouted in a hoarse voice.

"No! It's still rising! It's still rising! It's at level six!"

Each note was louder than the last.

The sudden shout was like a boulder thrown into stagnant water.

The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex clan members, who had been whispering and looking furious, froze instantly.

The unspoken insults remained stuck in his throat, neither coming out nor going down.

In the VIP section, the sympathy and regret in the eyes of the two sect leaders of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Haotian School were quickly replaced by astonishment.

"Level 7!"

"My God, it's still rising! It's already at level eight!"

The elder's voice trembled as he stared intently at the light that was climbing inch by inch.