Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

Chapter 191 Yasaka no Magatama!

"ah--!"

The Great Holy Spirit suddenly let out a painful scream, the sound echoing endlessly in the empty basement. His wide eyes and ever-growing fist revealed a vicious smile.

He was still saying something, his eyes still filled with fear, but the next moment, a loud crash, and his body was turned into a bloody mess, splattered all over the ground.

"Big Brother." The Second Holy Spirit, who had just emerged from the wall, widened his eyes upon seeing this scene, his nose turned red, and tears welled up in his eyes.

His eyes were filled with pain and anger, as if he were looking at a dead family member.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

The Second Holy Spirit roared madly, his eyes flashing with a crazed light. His fighting spirit was fully awakened, and he chose to fight head-on against the powerful enemy.

His soul fire trembled violently, bursting forth with scorching flames. He was willing to pay any price, rapidly burning his own life and soul, just to boost his combat power in an instant.

In an instant, his aura reached the Soul Saint level.

"Evil spirit masters deserve to die!"

Han Yu let out a cold snort.

His scarlet eyes instantly turned icy cold, and the Susanoo in front of him swelled up again, its enormous body terrifying.

Soon, his massive upper body was covered with a layer of purple armor.

Suddenly, a pale purple soul-powered bow appeared in his hand, making everyone feel as if they were standing on the edge of an abyss.

"drink!"

Susanoo raised the great bow in his hand and shouted in a deep voice. His movements were extremely fast, and the arrow was shot out without any force.

He said coldly, "If you have a choice in your next life, you shouldn't be an evil spirit master."

Then, at that very moment, the purple arrow shot out of the bowstring, flying too fast and too fiercely.

In an instant, a series of sonic booms rang out in the air, the sound of air friction caused by the speed of sound. The surrounding air seemed to be distorted by this indescribable intensity.

The Second Holy Spirit had just increased his strength and hadn't had time to fully stabilize, yet at this moment, he was unable to cope.

A sharp arrow pierced his chest, instantly dragging his massive body into the wall.

Why?

"Elder, save me!"

In that instant, his eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment, his gaze still fixed on Han Yu.

The next moment, his massive body was sent flying backward by the force of the arrow, and his huge body crashed down with a loud thud.

"Awakening your evil martial spirit is your misfortune, but it's wrong of you to go out and do evil."

Han Yu frowned slightly, his deep voice echoing in the empty cave.

He looked at the fallen two Holy Spirits with a deep and indifferent gaze.

The pale purple light slowly faded; the arrow was still in the air, but the person was already on the ground.

Han Yu stood there quietly, showing no pity, only fortitude and determination.

While most evil spirit masters are inherently wicked, a small minority of them are forced down the wrong path due to helplessness or various predicaments.

Why should we hope for sorrow and mercy after this evil deed?

But the one thing that cannot be denied is that every act of cruelty they committed against living beings was an evil deed.

No matter how helpless or trapped they are, no one can absolve them of their sins. The fact that they have become evil spirit masters has already shrouded their lives in darkness, and they can never be redeemed by anyone.

"Hmph, brat, you have some nerve! You actually killed two disciples of my Holy Sect. This is truly unforgivable."

A chilling sound echoed throughout the space.

The next moment, a figure completely shrouded in a black robe quietly appeared beside the two Holy Spirits.

He reached out and placed his hand on the bodies of the two Holy Spirits, then shook his head.

"It's beyond saving."

"Rest assured, although I am a step late, I will avenge you both, considering the many contributions you have made to the Holy Church over the years."

After speaking a few words in a low voice, seemingly to soothe him, the man in black robes slowly stood up, his cold, sharp eyes fixed on Han Yu from beneath the robes.

He said in a sinister tone, "Hehehe, I can feel the vitality in your body."

"Such immense vitality, your body is truly mesmerizing."

A glint of greed flashed in his eyes: "I am an elder of a branch sect. You killed my disciple, so pay with your body."

"I will drain your blood and make you a part of my power!"

As he spoke, a powerful aura surged forth from his body, and eight soul rings of various colors—white, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black—slowly rose from beneath his feet.

It was actually an eight-ringed Evil Soul Douluo!

Behind him, a giant blood-red wolf roared to the sky, and the entire room was instantly enveloped in a blood-red aura.

"Blood Wolf Martial Soul, your martial soul shouldn't be considered an evil soul master's soul, so why did you become one?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Han Yu's eyes.

Although this Evil Soul Douluo's aura is very bloody, his martial soul essence cannot be considered an evil martial soul.

Upon hearing this, a look of pain flashed in the black-robed man's eyes, and then his face suddenly contorted into a ferocious expression.

"Heh heh heh, evil spirit master, do you think I wanted to become like this?"

"It's all because of those damned noblemen."

"I started out as a normal Soul Master, but my talent was relatively poor."

"But through my efforts, I gradually cultivated myself to the level of Soul Master."

"I used to have a wonderful family and a beautiful wife. Although I wasn't very powerful, I was very content."

"But one day, while I was out hunting souls, my wife..."

At this point, the man in the black robe suddenly spoke with hatred: "My wife was bullied by nobles and eventually committed suicide."

"From that moment on, my heart died."

"In order to seek revenge, I trained desperately, and finally, when I was in the Soul Sect, I obtained a soul skill that allowed me to absorb the blood of others to enhance my strength."

"Although I had no offensive capabilities, my strength increased rapidly after that."

"It didn't take many years before I drained that noble family of their blood."

"Because of this, I was hunted down and eventually forced to join the Evil Soul Masters."

Recalling the past, the man in the black robe spoke with immense pain.

"Alright, that's about enough of the story. Now it's time for your death."

"It wasn't in vain that I spent so much time on it."

The man in black robes sneered, and his eighth spirit ring suddenly lit up.

"Eighth Soul Skill, Blood River Formation!"

In an instant, the entire room was suddenly flooded with blood, and soon Han Yu's feet were covered in blood.

"Is he stalling for time?"

Han Yu's heart skipped a beat. No wonder he had talked so much just now; she had thought he was a chatterbox.

"You are very strong, I can sense that, which is why I delayed you and activated this eighth soul skill."

The black-robed man's voice echoed in the empty room. He stood still, his hands outstretched to the sides, his fingertips gleaming with a dark red light.

With each slow and precise gesture, the surrounding blood began to rise slowly, as if drawn by some invisible force, climbing little by little, gradually spreading to Han Yu's knees, and then quickly submerging up to his waist.

Han Yu stared intently at the rising blood, her eyes filled with vigilance.

He waved his arms, trying to get rid of the viscous liquid, but found that it bound him tightly as if it were alive.

The man in black robes continued, "My eighth soul skill, although extremely powerful, has extremely demanding activation conditions."

He lowered his head slightly, looking at the scene below that resembled a sea of ​​blood, a smug smile playing on his lips.

"It takes time to build up strength, which is why I've been talking to you for so long."

As he said this, he suddenly raised his hands, palms facing upwards, and blood instantly swirled up, forming a huge vortex.

Han Yu tried to back away, but felt her feet being pulled by an invisible force, making it impossible for her to move.

The black-robed man's eyes gleamed with fanaticism: "Now that I have successfully activated my soul skill, you can rest assured and go."

Before he finished speaking, the surrounding blood suddenly emitted a series of low, rumbling sounds, as if countless monsters were churning within it.

The next moment, to Han Yu's astonishment, humanoid creatures formed from blood slowly rose from the river of blood.

Those blood-soaked figures seemed to have emerged from the depths of hell, emanating a chilling aura, and every movement they made was filled with the scent of death.

Han Yu gasped sharply and quickly assumed a defensive stance. He could feel the oppressive aura of these blood-soaked figures; each of them was no less powerful than an ordinary Soul Emperor.

Even more terrifying was the continuous emergence of blood-soaked figures, their numbers enormous. Han Yu roughly estimated that there were no fewer than a hundred of them.

"Kill him, it doesn't matter if he dies or not."

At the command of the man in black robes, the blood-soaked men roared and surged toward the cold rain.

"A bunch of reptiles."

"Susanoo!"

Han Yu let out a low shout, and his purple robe billowed as if swept by the wind.

His aura surged instantly, and the pale purple Susanoo quietly materialized with his roar, immediately entering its armor form upon appearing.

The armor gleamed with a cold, metallic light, as if it contained the essence of all power.

Han Yu's eyes suddenly narrowed, and the thirty-meter-tall Susanoo's body rumbled, its every step seemingly causing the ground to tremble.

Purple flames erupted from the armor like an angry god, shattering the small room. Fragments and dust flew through the air, and the entire basement was reduced to ruins in an instant.

Susanoo roared with its head raised, its voice like a thunderclap, and the light in its golden eyes flashed so brightly that it could almost ignite the air.

Upon seeing this, the man in black robes immediately became serious. He knew that Han Yu's power was now unprecedented, and he could not afford to be careless.

The killing intent in Han Yu's eyes intensified. He decided that this time he would not rely on any external force and would end the life of this Evil Soul Douluo himself.

"Yasaka no Magatama!"

He shouted in a deep voice, and with the command, purple light shone brightly from the giant palm of Susanoo, and a mysterious tomoe resembling the Sharingan quietly formed in his hand.

Then, Susanoo suddenly swung forward, and the huge magatama was thrown out like a meteor with unstoppable force.

The magatama streaked through the air with blinding light, instantly creating a series of whooshing sounds as the fourteen magatama were launched in unpredictable directions towards the surrounding blood-soaked figures.

Each blood-covered body that was hit exploded upon contact, turning into clumps of blood that eventually merged into the flowing river of blood.

This skill, Yasaka no Magatama, is a powerful and versatile skill that Susanoo can only use when it reaches its second form. It is also an extraordinary ranged attack, powerful enough to change the course of the battlefield.

"What? How is this possible!"

Upon seeing this, the man in black robes cried out in horror. Witnessing hundreds of blood-soaked figures being shattered by the magatama in an instant, an incredulous look of terror crossed his face.

The power of the magatama did not diminish as a result; they continued to rush towards the black-robed man with undiminished momentum.

The man in black robes snorted coldly upon seeing this. Despite being shattered and covered in blood, he remained confident, declaring, "As long as the Blood River exists, I will not die!"

Before he finished speaking, the crimson light on his body suddenly burst forth, as intense as a volcanic eruption.

With a casual wave of his hand, countless blood-red figures seemed to appear in response, blocking the path of the rapidly approaching Yasaka Magatama.

The next moment, the blood-covered men and the jade pendant collided violently, producing a deafening roar. Countless plumes of blood mist rose up, the scene resembling a wheat field being harvested, with wave after wave of blood-covered men falling.

Finally, amidst the blood mist, the power of the Yasaka Magatama gradually subsided, and the last wave of blood-soaked figures exhausted all its strength, causing the terrifying Magatama to finally disappear from the battlefield.

"You're very strong, but I'm not weak either!"

The man in black robes announced loudly, his soul power fluctuating even more violently, as if the surrounding air was trembling.

As he finished speaking, a dark red light leaped from his palm, and the blood figure was once again condensed.

His movements were swift and precise. With a wave of his hands, a huge blood-red figure slowly rose from the ground. Although there was only one of them this time, its size and imposing presence far surpassed those of the previous blood-red figures.

The blood-covered figure was tall and demonic, its crimson eyes like abysses, comparable to Han Yu's Susanoo.

The man in black robes stood to one side, his eyes piercing as he intently watched the blood-soaked man's movements.

He murmured softly, "This is a blood-man I created by fusing all my powers. Not only is its defense unparalleled, but its strength is also extremely powerful."

He turned his gaze to Han Yu and said provocatively, "I made it based on your giant, so what?"

The blood-red figure raised its head and roared, its voice deafening. After condensing the blood-red figure, the black-robed man's face turned slightly pale, clearly indicating that he had expended a great deal of energy, but the result was obviously satisfactory. He looked at the monster he had created and nodded proudly.

He then leaped up and landed steadily on the head of the blood-soaked man, waving his hand towards the cold rain.

The blood-soaked figure moved slowly and heavily toward the cold rain, the ground trembling slightly.

(End of this chapter)