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

Silver-blue electric snakes converged and intertwined, transforming into thick, thunderous pythons that rolled and roared in the center of the pool, emitting a terrifying "sizzling" sound.

On the viewing platform, Yu Yuanzhen's smile had long since vanished, replaced by a furrowed brow.

Why aren't you coming out yet?

Ning Zhenyuan said in a deep voice, "The power of the Thunder Pool is rising, and Xiao Heng's body... is probably at its limit."

Tang Wei's expression was solemn: "The second level of body refinement is already unprecedented. If we wait any longer, something unforeseen may happen!"

Everyone's hearts tightened, and their eyes were fixed on the figure in the center of the Thunder Pool.

Deep within the lightning.

Yu Xiaoheng sat cross-legged, his body enveloped in a faint golden light.

He could feel that the soul power within his body was circulating more smoothly and effortlessly under the tempering of lightning, and his control over the power of lightning had improved by more than one level.

But he knew even more clearly that this was not enough.

Far from enough.

Body tempering significantly increases soul power, but there is an upper limit to its ability to strengthen the physique itself.

With his current physique and the protection of his soul power, he might have more than enough to absorb a soul ring that is a thousand years old.

But the soul ring he was determined to obtain was 1,400 years old.

To take it down without fail, one must reach the third level of body refinement – ​​“Thunder Bone Solidification”.

Only then can the physique truly undergo a qualitative change and withstand the violent power of the soul ring.

How to do?

The shouts from outside the pool came intermittently, through the raging lightning.

"Xiao Heng! Come out quickly!"

"Enough! Stop taking risks!"

Yu Xiaoheng turned a deaf ear.

He was still frantically absorbing the power of lightning, trying to break through that invisible barrier.

"boom!"

A python as thick as a water bucket suddenly slammed into his back.

The golden light flashed intensely.

"puff--"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the silver-blue lightning with a striking crimson hue.

My body has reached its limit.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's protection only weakens the damage from the Thunder Pool; it cannot completely block it.

Give up?

Yu Xiaoheng's consciousness was somewhat blurred.

The gains this time have been substantial enough. A double body refinement, and soul power at level ten perfection—the future is bright. It's not worth risking my life for a single soul ring.

He even calmly considered that even if Liu Erlong's foundation was damaged as a result, it would only affect the strength of her future Martial Soul Fusion Skill, and would not affect his ability to use this to completely adapt his Martial Soul to the form of the Golden Sacred Dragon...

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Yu Xiaoheng's face darkened.

He slowly opened his eyes, a struggle flashing in his golden pupils, but ultimately...

But it turned into a resolute decision.

We can't continue like this.

He finally got to this point, finally... escaped his original fate.

You can't joke around with your own life.

I also...

I need to become stronger!

Transcendence!

Until... the pain of being crushed by powerful figures like Qian Xunji is gone!

He prepared to get up.

Just then, Yu Yuanzhen on the viewing platform frowned. Seeing that his clansmen's advice was useless, he turned to the frail figure beside him.

"Erlong, go and try to persuade him!"

Liu Erlong stared at the pale face and quickly walked to the edge of the pool.

"Brother Xiao Heng! Come back quickly!"

Liu Erlong's pale face was covered in tears.

"I...I'm fine! Really!"

In the center of the pool, Yu Xiaoheng slowly raised his head.

Crimson blood trickled down the corner of his mouth, contrasting sharply with the faintly visible golden dragon scales on his body.

His gaze pierced through the raging silver-blue electric python and landed on the slender figure by the pool.

Erlong's eyes were filled with fear and pleading.

He was silent for a moment.

"What about you?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Yu Xiaoheng felt a sense of self-mockery.

The problem is so hypocritical.

Even though I had already decided to give up, I still had to ask that question at this moment.

This is tantamount to throwing the whole dilemma at the other person and letting her make the choice for you.

He could even clearly foresee Liu Erlong's answer.

as predicted.

Liu Erlong shook her head vigorously, tears streaming down her face.

"I don't care!"

"As long as you're alright, Brother Xiaoheng, I don't care what happens to me!"

Does it not matter...?

A struggle flickered in Yu Xiaoheng's eyes...

It vanished in a flash.

That's it.

At the edge of the Thunder Pool, the roar subsided.

The initial elation faded from the faces of the tribespeople.

They weren't fools; they naturally understood what Liu Erlong's "it doesn't matter" meant.

With its foundation damaged, its future is bleak.

But so what?

Trading a woman from another family for the stabilization of the martial soul of the young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was an extremely worthwhile deal.

On the viewing platform, Yu Yuanzhen's brows were tightly furrowed, showing no sign of relaxation. In the end, it all turned into a long sigh.

In the midst of this oppressive atmosphere, a furious shout exploded like thunder.

Chapter 32 Forced Body Refinement, Breaking Through to the Third Heaven!

"Yu Xiaoheng!!"

Everyone turned around in shock.

A middle-aged man dressed in fine clothes, whose face bore a resemblance to Yu Yuanzhen but was even more gloomy, strode through the crowd, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at the center of the Thunder Pool.

His robes were still covered in dust, indicating that he had just returned from afar.

"It's the Second Sect Master!"

"Yu Luomian? Wasn't he out there guarding the family business? Why is he back?"

Ignoring everyone's astonishment, Yu Luomian rushed to the edge of the Thunder Pool, grabbed Liu Erlong's arm, and shielded her behind him.

His gaze was like a knife, piercing straight at Yu Xiaoheng.

"You despicable brat! What do you take Erlong for?!"

"Your cultivation tool?!"

"You still dare to ask her what to do?!"

He pointed at Yu Xiaoheng, his fingers trembling slightly from the force he was using.

"Yu Xiaoheng, you've got a brilliant plan! You've got some amazing methods!"

"You're not asking her a question, you're pressuring her!"

"With everyone in the sect watching, Erlong, do you dare to ask me to take this risk?!"

What do you suggest we do?

"Simple, I'll take Erlong away today!"

Every word is piercing to the heart!

The audience erupted in uproar.

Everyone from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Haotian School kept their eyes down and their minds focused, trying to minimize their presence.

The Blue Lightning team also fell silent, trembling with fear.