Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

However, just as he finished speaking, a hoarse voice suddenly rang out, as if it came from all directions:

"Your Majesty, the Soul Power Cannon is ready and is currently being secretly transported to the border between the two countries."

Upon hearing this reply, Blue Shark's lips curled into a sinister smile. He walked to his dragon throne, slowly sat down, and his eyes gleamed with an air of certainty.

"Although our royal family does not have any Limit Douluos, this item is enough to annihilate you."

Blue Shark muttered to himself, his tone filled with confidence and ruthlessness.

"Once you two fight to the death, the entire Soul Fighting Continent will belong to our Lan family."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Blue Shark couldn't help but burst into laughter, his laughter filled with ambition and madness. The Soul Power Cannon was a divine weapon secretly researched by the royal family, requiring soul power to activate.

This weapon has never appeared on the Battle Soul Continent before; its power is immense, enough to change the entire continent's landscape.

After its successful development, the royal family kept it a secret and never told outsiders, thus creating the current situation.

The next morning, golden sunlight streamed into the Han family manor, casting two tall, slender figures on the bluestone slabs of the courtyard. Han Yu and her grandfather, Han Guang, stood side by side, preparing to depart for the southern border.

With a light touch of their toes, the two of them took to the air as gracefully as wild geese, disappearing into the clouds in an instant.

A biting wind howled past, and all that could be heard was the whistling of the wind.

Looking down at the receding mountains and rivers, Han Yu felt a surge of pride and said to Han Guang beside him:

"Grandpa, at this pace, we can reach the border in less than a day."

Han Guang stroked his beard, nodded approvingly, and a satisfied smile appeared on his aged face. Han Yu continued:

"I'll lead the attack, and you can support me from the side. I just broke through, and I want to see how strong I am now."

As he spoke, he clenched his fist, a hint of eager fighting spirit flashing in his eyes.

A hint of arrogance flashed in Han Yu's eyes; she had achieved success at a young age.

From the moment Han Yu awakened her martial spirit, her cultivation went smoothly.

Just like water flowing into a channel, he cultivated to the level of Limit Douluo.

People his age are at most at the Contra level.

Han Guang chuckled: "Alright, then I'll just watch from the sidelines. If you're ever outmatched, I'll step in."

"Thank you, Grandpa."

The two traveled south, riding the wind at an astonishing speed.

The clouds rolled beneath my feet, and the mountains and rivers unfolded like a scroll painting.

As the sun gradually set in the west, the clouds on the horizon were dyed a brilliant orange-red.

They finally arrived at their destination—the Hengyang Mountains.

Cold rain and cold light floated in mid-air, looking down at the magnificent scene below.

The rolling Hengyang Mountains, like a sleeping dragon, stretch across the north and south of the country, separating the two vast lands.

The mountain peaks soar into the clouds, their summits covered in snow, gleaming dazzlingly in the sunlight.

The mountains are shrouded in mist, sometimes drifting like a veil, sometimes surging like waves, adding a touch of mystery to the majestic mountains.

Looking down, on either side of the mountain range, stand two sturdy fortresses.

The city walls were towering, built of huge bluestones, with a watchtower at intervals, flags fluttering on the towers, and the defenses were strict.

Inside the fortress, soldiers moved back and forth, carrying provisions and weapons, creating a bustling scene.

Han Yu stared down, and he could clearly see the soldiers' tense expressions and even hear their hurried footsteps and the dull thuds as they carried supplies.

A tense atmosphere hung in the air, like the calm before a storm.

"Let's go, we'll head straight to their military camp."

Han Guang's voice interrupted Han Yu's thoughts. A cold smile played on his lips as he pointed to the enormous tent in the very center of the Northern Kingdom.

"That old codger is sitting inside, keeping watch."

As Han Guang spoke, his body swayed slightly, transforming into a streak of light and flying towards the direction of the Northern Kingdom's military camp.

Seeing this, Han Yu quickly followed.

"Grandpa, didn't they say that Limit Douluos can't participate in wars between ordinary Soul Masters?"

As Han Yu chased after him, she asked, puzzled.

"Why is he able to appear so openly in the military camp?"

Han Guang slowed down, turned to look at Han Yu, and explained:

"On the surface, Limit Douluo cannot participate in the Soul Master war."

He paused, his tone tinged with sarcasm.

"But this old guy is different."

"What's different?" Han Yu was even more puzzled.

Han Guang smiled slightly and said:

"Besides being a Limit Douluo, he is also a Grand General of the royal family."

"In recent years, the younger generation in the North has been lackluster, resulting in a shortage of capable successors and leaving the empire without anyone to rely on."

Han Guang continued to explain,

"This old fellow had no choice but to personally lead the troops into battle."

"However, he cannot participate in ordinary battles."

Han Guang added, "It can only serve as a commanding presence."

Upon hearing this, Han Yu nodded in understanding.

If that's the case, then it makes sense.

"Grandpa, if he were to make a move secretly, with his Limit Douluo strength, probably no one would be able to detect it, right?"

Han Yu asked with some concern.

"Indeed, very few people could detect it."

Han Guang said calmly, "But we people from the South aren't fools either."

"His whereabouts are being watched by the titled Douluo of our Southern Kingdom."

Han Guang's tone carried a hint of confidence, "At least, that's how it appears on the surface."

"Besides, he only ever does minor tricks."

Han Guang continued, "Once we commit a large-scale massacre of soldiers, we will definitely be discovered."

"I'm not just for show..." As he spoke, Han Guang glanced at Han Yu meaningfully.

Yes!

If that Limit Douluo really had no shame, he would have been noticed if he had shown even the slightest clue.

If this happens even once, he probably won't be able to remain a leader.

The North is short of talent and cannot fight, so the South can easily attack the North.

"You old bastard, get out here!"

Han Guang shouted loudly, his voice booming like thunder, echoing among the mountains and making people's eardrums buzz.

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a deep breath, his chest bulging as if a volcano was about to erupt.

The next moment, he exhaled sharply, turning it into a visible wave of air that swept towards the northern army camp.

Wherever the blast wave passed, trees shook violently, leaves fell like rain, and even sand and gravel on the ground were swept up, forming a small sandstorm.

At the same time, a series of hurried footsteps and the clanging of armor clashing suddenly rang out in the northern army camp.

One after another, figures shot into the sky like arrows released from a bow, the air currents they created causing the surrounding flags to flutter loudly.

They were clad in heavy armor, exuding a menacing aura, clearly seasoned veterans.

The leader was over seven feet tall, with a broad back and a burly waist, standing in the air like an iron tower.

His thick eyebrows were as black as ink, and his pair of tiger-like eyes were bright and piercing, flashing with a sharp light.

His rugged face was covered with a thick beard, each hair standing upright like a steel needle.

He wore a dark suit of armor, engraved with ferocious beast heads, exuding an ancient and powerful aura.

Behind him, more than twenty figures followed closely, standing in mid-air, surrounding Han Guang and Han Yu.

Although these people varied in height and build, without exception, they all exuded a powerful aura, clearly indicating that they were all experts.

Han Yu's gaze swept over the group of people with lightning speed, and her heart sank.

He could clearly sense that most of these people were Title Douluo-level experts, and some even had auras that were strong enough to reach the level of Super Douluo!

Just then, a whooshing sound came from the south, and figures flew over like shooting stars, arriving beside Han Guang and Han Yu in the blink of an eye.

The leader, clad in silver armor, was tall and slender with a resolute face and short, upright hair. He exuded a sharp aura, like a sword drawn from its sheath.

"Lord Han Guang, do not panic, we are here!"

He spoke loudly, his voice filled with confidence and determination.

Behind him followed more than twenty powerful figures, their auras formidable and in no way inferior to the forces from the Northern Kingdom.

"What's going on?"

"Why are so many powerful individuals arriving all at once?"

On the ground, soldiers from both countries looked up at the scene in the sky, dumbfounded, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

They had never seen so many powerful figures gathered together, and they never expected that so many super-strong individuals, who were rarely seen on ordinary days, would appear at the same time today!

On the southern side, led by Han Guang and Han Yu, more than twenty powerful figures floated on the left, like a black cloud.

In the northern lands, led by Zilong, more than twenty powerful figures floated on the right, like a white cloud.

"Old man Han, what are you trying to achieve by making such a big show of things today?"

Zi Long stared coldly at Han Guang, his tone chilling, like ancient ice, sending shivers down one's spine.

"Do you want to start a war between the two countries?"

The Southern Kingdom and the Northern Kingdom are separated by the Hengyang Mountains, each occupying one side. The two countries are roughly equal in strength. Although there are occasional frictions, they are generally harmonious. This is the first time that both sides have sent out super strong experts like today.

Han Guang let out a heavy snort, exhaling a puff of hot air from his nostrils. He rolled his eyes, revealing a disdainful glare, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Zilong, you're asking a question you already know the answer to. What's wrong?"

He paused, his sharp gaze sweeping over Zilong, and continued:

"Don't you know that my grandson Han Yu has broken through to the Limit Douluo level?"

He emphasized each word, speaking with deliberation:

"You're supposed to be a senior, how come you didn't even show any appreciation?"

As he finished speaking, Han Guang's tone turned icy, carrying a hint of oppression:

"That's why I've personally brought people to demand it from you."

He clenched his right fist, making a "click" sound in the air.

Upon hearing this, Zilong laughed loudly, his laughter filled with disdain and mockery.

After he finished laughing, he turned his gaze to Han Yu, his eyes as cold as a venomous snake, and said in an icy tone:

"Truly, heroes emerge from among the young; he has broken through to the Limit Douluo level at such a young age."

He paused, a mocking smile playing on his lips, and continued:

"However, there are differences between Limit Douluos."

He extended his right index finger, shook it in the air, and said earnestly:

"Young people shouldn't be too impetuous, lest they capsize the boat."

With a smile on his face, neither humble nor arrogant, Han Yu bowed slightly, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said respectfully:

"Purple Dragon Douluo, I've heard that your strength is almost on par with my grandfather's."

He straightened up, his eyes gleaming with a thirst for battle, and said firmly:

"Perfect timing. I recently broke through my limits and haven't fought anyone yet. I hope you will be kind enough to give me some pointers."

Han Yu's words were like adding fuel to the fire, instantly igniting the anger in Zi Long's heart.

Is he using himself as a whetstone?

Zi Long was burning with rage, but he was extremely shrewd and outwardly remained calm. He merely glanced at Han Yu out of the corner of his eye and said in a sinister tone:

"No problem, it's not impossible for me to give you some pointers."

He deliberately dragged out the sound, his tone full of threat:

"Just so you know, if I don't stop myself and accidentally kill you, don't blame me."

He turned to look at Han Guang, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes, and said with a forced smile, "Old Han, you don't have any objections, do you?"

Although Zilong's gaze towards Hanguang carried a hint of apprehension, his heart was filled with disdain and contempt.

He knew perfectly well what Han Guang and Han Yu's intentions were. They were simply using the pretense of stabbing to kill him.

In this way, without his presence, the Northern Kingdom would no longer be able to withstand the Southern Kingdom's attacks. However, this was exactly what he wanted.

I thought the Han family's son was someone important, but it turns out he's just a brainless idiot.

If he knew how to be patient and wait a little longer, I might not be a match for him.

Now that he's just broken through his limit, he's already challenging himself, a veteran Limit Douluo. It's like lighting a lamp in a toilet—utterly ridiculous.

Han Guang didn't speak, but simply turned his head slightly and transmitted his voice to Han Yu behind him:

Are you confident?

Feeling his grandfather's concern, Han Yu's heart warmed. He nodded to Han Guang and transmitted his voice:

"I want to give it a try. Even if I'm no match for him, I won't be killed by him."

Han Guang nodded and transmitted his voice, "Then go ahead. If you are no match for them, Grandpa will personally intervene."

With a cold glint in its eyes, Han Yu stepped forward.

Han Guang waved his hand, and the group of people behind him quickly stepped aside, clearing a battlefield for Han Yu.

"Purple Dragon Douluo, today, I only want to kill you, or be killed by you."

Before he finished speaking, Han Yu suddenly raised his head, his eyes wide open, and a sharp light shot out from them, reaching straight to the sky.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving, and then a deafening roar erupted from his mouth, echoing through the heavens and earth like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, causing ripples to spread through the surrounding space. (End of this chapter)