Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

At the same time, a burst of intense white light erupted from his body, shooting straight into the sky like a volcanic eruption, tearing a huge crack in the originally clear sky and dyeing half of the sky a dazzling white.

A powerful shockwave, centered on the cold rain, swept outwards like a tsunami. The surrounding trees swayed violently like willow catkins in the wind, making a teeth-grinding creaking sound.

The leaves were whipped up by the gale and swirled wildly in the air, forming green tornadoes.

The ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, spreading out in countless spiderweb-like fissures, and the rubble was shaken into the air, tumbling and leaping.

A chilling aura spread out at an alarming speed, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet and filling the air with an icy cold.

Even the ground beneath their feet was frozen into a thin layer of frost at this moment. Where the cold rain was, it seemed as if even space itself was distorted by this powerful force, turning into a white world. The temperature dropped rapidly at a visible speed, making people feel as if they were in an extremely cold place.

However, what is most unsettling is the nine spirit rings of different colors on his body: two yellow, two purple, two black, and three red. The nine spirit rings pulsate slowly around him, radiating a suffocating sense of oppression.

Who would have thought that Han Yu actually possessed three 100,000-year soul rings? Such terrifying talent was enough to make the entire continent tremble!

The pale blue longsword unleashed its power the moment the soul ring appeared, a monstrous aura erupting from its blade as if to tear everything around it to shreds, even shattering the air itself.

A 100,000-year soul ring!

Zilong took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently like a bellows, his eyes becoming extremely solemn, as if containing boundless power.

He suddenly raised his head and let out a deafening roar from deep in his throat. The sound was as loud as a dragon's roar or a tiger's howl, and even the surrounding air seemed to tremble slightly.

The next moment, he suddenly exerted force with his legs, and his whole body shot up from the ground like an arrow, soaring straight into the sky.

At the same time, a dense black light burst forth from his body, sweeping out like a volcanic eruption and enveloping his entire body.

This black light was incredibly domineering. Wherever it passed, even the air crackled under its strain, carrying an incomparably powerful aura, as if it wanted to devour the entire world.

The black light spread rapidly at an astonishing speed, instantly turning the sky above the people of the Northern Kingdom into a deep inky black, rivaling the white light released by the cold rain.

A striking black and white spectacle formed high in the sky, as mysterious and unpredictable as a yin-yang symbol. Within the black light, the purple dragon's body underwent a dramatic transformation.

His body expanded rapidly, accompanied by the cracking of his bones, and in the blink of an eye, he transformed into a colossal creature over forty meters tall, as majestic and imposing as a mountain.

He possessed an incredibly strong bull's body, covered with layers of black scales as hard as rock, exuding an explosive sense of power.

His head transformed into a ferocious dragon head, with two enormous, bell-like eyes flashing with a chilling light, as if they could see through everything.

The sharp dragon claws gleamed with a metallic sheen, as if they could easily tear steel apart.

What is most striking are the pair of coral-like dragon horns on his head, which are over five meters long and exude an ancient and mysterious aura.

A burst of intense black light erupted, and the nine soul rings transformed into halos that hovered between the dragon horns, which were over five meters long.

Black Bull Dragon!

A top-tier sub-dragon martial soul.

It has the blood of the dragon race.

This kind of martial spirit can evolve. By removing the bull part, it can transform into a true dragon, and its combat power will increase dramatically.

However, it is clear that Zilong did not successfully evolve it.

But even with just that, it is already a top-tier martial soul.

"Young man, you have extraordinary talent, it's a pity you're not from my Northern Kingdom."

The massive dragon head slowly lowered, and the enormous purple dragon's eyes scrutinized the cold rain below, its tone tinged with regret.

Han Yu heard it clearly; the deep voice also contained a faint roar, a sound unique to dragons, which made his eardrums buzz.

He looked up at the purple dragon and saw a complex light shimmering in its huge dragon eyes.

Han Yu smiled slightly, cupped her hands and said, "Senior, you can't say that. Soon, we may be of the same nation."

As soon as he finished speaking, the enormous body of the purple dragon suddenly trembled, and its once calm face was instantly covered with angry scales, each scale reflecting a chilling light.

"How dare you!" Zilong roared, his voice like rolling thunder that resounded through the heavens and earth, making the surrounding space tremble.

"How dare you show such contempt for me! I won't let you off today!"

He was enraged. With a swing of his enormous dragon claw, a gale howled, and the sky was instantly filled with dark clouds, lightning, and thunder.

"I'll arrest you, then find you dozens of concubines, and once they're pregnant with your children, I'll kill you!"

The purple dragon roared, its massive body charging towards the cold rain like an arrow released from a bow.

The wind howled, making the cold rain make clothes flutter and hair dance.

His lips twitched slightly. This old guy really had a special fondness for him!

"Is it because they're attracted to his genes?"

Han Yu silently complained to herself, not daring to be negligent in the slightest. She drew her Qinghan sword, which emitted a clear sword sound and pointed straight to the sky.

The next moment, his figure transformed into a streak of light, charging fiercely towards the Purple Dragon despite the terrifying pressure.

"Boom!" A deafening roar suddenly exploded in the sky. Within a radius of a hundred miles, the entire sky changed color because of their battle. One side was a pale white, and the other side was an imposing pitch black.

Each occupied one side of the sky, while at the intersection of the two colors, the battle between Han Yu and Zi Long raged.

This was truly a terrifying contest that shook the heavens and earth!

In mid-air, the black bull dragon transformed from the purple dragon charged forward fiercely, its black light behind it crashing towards the cold rain like a monstrous wave.

Holding the Azure Frost Sword, Han Yu strode through the void, fearlessly meeting the enemy head-on.

With a deafening roar, the two collided in mid-air.

In that instant, all the powerful figures who had been hovering in the air, whether in the South or the North, quickly fell back to the ground.

A terrifying pressure descended from the sky in an instant, lasting until it reached a depth of about a hundred meters above the ground before dissipating. This was not due to the combined power of the two powerful figures in the air, but rather the result of their deliberate control.

After all, no one wanted to get involved with their own people. Nevertheless, the soldiers on the ground were still swaying precariously, their faces pale.

The terrifying pressure was as if the sky had collapsed.

Is this a duel between top-tier experts?

It turns out that human strength can reach such a terrifying level.

Two immense forces collided violently in mid-air, bursting forth with dazzling light that illuminated the entire sky like blooming fireworks.

"Ninth Soul Skill: A Sword's Cold Light Illuminates the Nine Provinces!"

The sound of the cold rain was like rolling thunder. The Azure Frost Sword in his hand flew out and swelled in the wind, instantly transforming into a giant sword forty meters long. The blade exuded a chilling aura, as if it would freeze everything in the world.

A layer of white, chilling air covered the sword energy like a thin veil, emanating a chilling aura. Han Yu gripped the sword hilt with both hands, raised it high, and slashed fiercely at the purple dragon that had transformed into a black dragon.

This sword strike seemed to tear the sky apart, with countless dark cracks spreading across the air and then quickly healing, as if they had never existed.

"Roar!" Zilong let out a deafening roar, his ninth soul ring shone brightly, and his body was covered by a dense black light. His bull-like body quickly faded away, replaced by jet-black dragon scales.

His body stretched continuously in the black light, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a black dragon hundreds of meters long, blotting out the sky and exuding overwhelming power.

Its enormous golden eyes coldly gazed down at the incoming white greatsword, a ball of black light gathering in its mouth, emanating a nauseating stench.

"Breath of the Black Dragon!"

The purple dragon roared, and the dense black light in its mouth suddenly spewed out, transforming into a black beam of light that crashed head-on into the sword energy unleashed by the cold rain like lightning.

Wherever the black light passed, space twisted violently, emitting a teeth-grinding "sizzling" sound, as if it were going to corrode everything to ashes.

"Boom!" A deafening roar resounded through the heavens and the earth. The two forces collided violently in the air, bursting out with dazzling light, as if a small sun had exploded in the sky, with surging air waves sweeping in all directions.

To everyone's astonishment, Han Yu's sword energy clashed violently with Zi Long's black dragon breath, producing a piercing screeching sound. The sword energy was incomparably sharp, and the black light was extremely corrosive; the two were locked in a stalemate, neither willing to yield.

As expected of a veteran Limit Douluo, Zilong's strength was unfathomable. Han Yu, as a newly promoted Limit Douluo, was seen by everyone as no match for Zilong.

However, Han Yu managed to block Zi Long's attack, which left everyone in disbelief.

Han Yu gritted his teeth, maintaining his sword-wielding posture. He could feel a powerful force constantly impacting his sword energy, making his arm numb and his tiger's mouth ache slightly.

Sweat dripped from his forehead onto the sword, making a soft hissing sound.

Opposite him, the black light around the Purple Dragon's body grew stronger and stronger, like a black sun.

With each breath of dragon breath he exhaled, the surrounding space trembled, and the black light expanded by one inch.

Han Yu's vision was blurred by the black light. He tried hard to see the scene in front of him, but could only see a distorted light and shadow.

The deafening roar filled his ears; it was the mournful cry of space itself under the impact of powerful energy.

He could even smell a burning odor in the air, which was his sword energy being constantly corroded by the black dragon's breath.

"Senior, your strength isn't all that great either?"

To conceal her inner unease, Han Yu forced herself to remain calm and spoke, her voice sounding somewhat erratic amidst the violent spatial vibrations.

Upon hearing Han Yu's words, Zi Long let out a disdainful snort and said, "My strength isn't anything special?"

He took a sudden step forward, and the surrounding space rippled like water. "Boy, if you're so capable, break my dragon breath before you say that."

"Your sword energy is almost completely corroded."

As Zi Long finished speaking, Han Yu felt an even stronger pressure coming down. He hurriedly poured his soul power into the sword energy, trying to resist the erosion of the black dragon's breath.

His gaze was fixed on the point where the sword energy and the black light met, where the originally dazzling sword energy was being gradually swallowed up by the black light, making a sizzling sound.

Han Yu's heart sank. He knew that if things continued like this, his sword energy would be completely corroded away sooner or later, and then only defeat would await him.

"Boy, this is your strongest move, isn't it? I've already told you, as a junior, don't think that becoming a Limit Douluo makes you invincible."

The purple dragon's voice was full of sarcasm. As he spoke, he increased the output of his soul power, and the black dragon breath became even more violent, as if it would devour the entire space.

The onlookers' hearts were in their throats at the sight. The middle-aged man who was leading the group couldn't help but look at Han Guang beside him, his voice filled with worry and anxiety:

"Lord Han Guang, what should we do?"

"It seems that Lord Hanyu is at a disadvantage."

Han Guang remained calm, his gaze fixed intently on the battle in mid-air. He seemed unconcerned about the current situation, and said indifferently:

"Don't rush, this is just the beginning."

Just then, the cold rain, which had been teetering on the brink of collapse and seemed about to fall from the sky at any moment, suddenly quieted down.

He closed his eyes, and his body, which had been trembling violently, seemed to lose all its strength in an instant, completely relaxing.

He took a deep breath, his chest rising high and then slowly falling back down, as if shutting out everything around him.

A gasp of surprise erupted from the surrounding crowd, who stared intently at Han Yu, their hearts filled with doubt and worry.

Han Yu slowly opened her eyes, her gaze flashing with a sharp light. Her face, which had been contorted with pain, returned to calm, replaced by a resolute and determined expression.

He murmured softly, his voice gentle yet clear enough to reach everyone's ears, echoing across the silent battlefield:

"One sword aura may not be enough to stop you, but what about thousands upon thousands?"

His voice grew louder and louder, his tone more and more resolute, finally culminating in a roar:

"Soul-Bone Fusion Technique, Ten Thousand Swords Return to One!"

With his voice, a chilling scene unfolded!

Behind Han Yu, countless giant sword phantoms appeared out of thin air, densely packed, almost obscuring the entire sky.

Although these giant sword phantoms appeared ethereal and elusive, as if they might vanish at any moment, the sharp aura they exuded left no doubt about their power. (End of Chapter)