Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

The cold wind howled, and the phantom of the giant sword hummed in the air, as if responding to the call of the cold rain.

The light emanating from the giant sword illuminated the entire battlefield and reflected the horrified faces of the crowd.

"Execute him!"

Han Yu suddenly opened his eyes and roared. The countless sword shadows behind him instantly transformed into a meteor shower, carrying a world-destroying momentum as they roared toward the black dragon that Zi Long had transformed into.

"Impossible! How could you use such a powerful soul skill!"

The purple dragon's enormous pupils suddenly contracted, his eyes filled with disbelief and fear.

Faced with this overwhelming rain of swords, he had no time to dodge and could only watch helplessly as the giant swords hurtled towards him.

"Ah—!" A deafening dragon roar echoed through the sky as countless giant swords slashed fiercely at the black dragon's massive body, producing a deafening boom.

Countless black dragon scales rained down, and large amounts of dragon blood gushed out, staining the originally azure sky with a layer of blood.

The greatsword continued its momentum, plunging headlong into the black dragon's body with a sickening cracking sound.

The black dragon's massive body trembled violently, emitting painful howls, before crashing to the ground with a deafening roar, creating a huge crater.

"Grandpa, my soul power is exhausted."

Han Yu's face was as pale as paper, and his body swayed as if he would collapse at any moment. He forced himself to stand up and spoke to the cold light below.

"Take this opportunity and kill him."

Using such a powerful soul skill takes a huge toll on Han Yu.

At this moment, his soul power was completely exhausted, and his body, unable to withstand the immense burden, slowly fell to the ground, unable even to fly anymore.

But he knew the battle was not over, and he had to hold on until the very last moment.

"Don't worry, leave the rest to me."

Han Guang's voice was filled with worry, but he still responded quickly. He turned his head and commanded the middle-aged man behind him:

"Snap out of it! Listen to my orders: you go after the Title Douluo of the Northern Kingdom, I'll take care of Zilong."

The battle ended so quickly that before anyone could react, they saw the black dragon fall from the sky and crash heavily to the ground.

Hearing Han Guang's reminder, everyone snapped out of their daze and looked at the scene before them in disbelief.

They stared wide-eyed at the purple dragon struggling on the ground, their eyes filled with shock and fear.

Judging from his appearance, he had clearly suffered a severe injury.

With their keen eyesight, they could naturally see that Han Yu had severely injured Zi Long at the cost of exhausting all his soul power.

The outcome of this battle was still acceptable for the Southern Kingdom.

After all, Han Yu had only exhausted her soul power and had not suffered any major damage.

The people in the North were incredulous when they saw Zi Long's defeat.

But this is the outcome, and the titled Douluo from the Southern Kingdom are already attacking them.

Without Zilong as the leader, it's like a dragon losing its head, instantly losing its direction.

"Don't panic! Everyone gather together! Let's stick together; we're not afraid of them."

The Super Douluo from the North roared, wanting to gather the other Title Douluos for a desperate battle.

However, after Zilong's defeat, their fighting spirit had already plummeted to rock bottom, so why would they still listen to him?

Everyone is on edge right now.

"Kill the Title Douluo of the Northern Kingdom, kill!"

After receiving Han Guang's order, the leading general led the charge towards the enemy.

The scene suddenly became unusual.

Brightly colored spirit rings emerged one after another, and everyone present had nine spirit rings.

The great battle between titled Douluo is about to break out.

On the other side, after Zilong fell to the ground, Hanguang came to his side.

Han Guang looked at the fallen Zi Long, his eyes devoid of any pity, only filled with endless indifference. He slowly raised his right hand, bowed slightly in the direction of Zi Long, and said calmly:

"We each serve our own masters, and I had already anticipated this situation."

Zilong struggled to stand up, but found that his body felt like it was falling apart and he couldn't muster any strength at all.

He struggled to open his eyes, the world before him a blood-red blur, his ears ringing, the only constant reminder of the brutality of the battle from the intense smell of blood.

Blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth, staining his clothes and the land where he had once fought a bloody battle.

He struggled to open his chapped lips and said in a hoarse voice:

"Don't give me that nonsense. It's all about the winner taking all. What I didn't expect was that your grandson, who had only just entered the Limit Douluo realm, could unleash such a powerful attack and severely injure me."

At this point, a hint of melancholy flashed in Zilong's eyes, but more so, a sense of helplessness.

"It seems that Heaven is determined to destroy my northern kingdom."

He knew he had lost, utterly and completely, with no hope of turning the tide.

The younger generation is already facing a talent gap, and there are simply no capable people in this generation to take on the responsibility.

Thinking of this, his heart was filled with bitterness, yet he felt powerless.

Upon hearing Zi Long's words, Han Guang simply smiled and did not refute them.

He slowly raised his right hand, and a cyan longsword appeared out of thin air in his hand. The sword was long and slender, with a cold and sharp light. It was his martial spirit, the Azure Cold Sword.

He looked at the longsword in his hand and said indifferently, "Old friend, our mission is to kill you. After you die, we will unify the continent."

The mainland will become even more prosperous in the future, so go in peace.

"Cough cough." Zi Long turned his head with difficulty, his gaze falling on the Qinghan Sword in Han Guang's hand. He couldn't help but sigh slightly. He knew that today was his last day.

He gave a bitter smile and, with his last ounce of strength, said, "I can die, but I hope you will not commit too much slaughter and harm the civilians."

"That's natural," Han Guang replied calmly. "After all, we'll all be from the same country from now on. We'll only dismantle the power holders in your Northern Kingdom."

He paused, looked into Zi Long's eyes, and said, word by word:

"Farewell, Marshal Purple Dragon!" With that, he raised the Azure Frost Sword high in his hand, its tip pointing straight at the sky.

Zilong took a deep breath, enduring the excruciating pain in his body, and slowly raised his head, staring directly at the cold light, letting out a furious roar:

"Come on." His voice was full of defiance and determination, as if he wanted to pour all his strength into this final moment.

"Whoosh!" Han Guang swung his Azure Frost Sword down suddenly, a dazzling cold light flashed, as fast as lightning, and unstoppable.

Zilong felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and a huge head shot into the sky, gushing out blood that stained half the sky red.

The Limit Douluo of the North, the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle, Marshal Purple Dragon, has fallen!

With his demise, no one could stop the trend of the Southern Kingdom unifying the continent.

"Marshal Purple Dragon is dead."

The titled Douluo who was in the middle of the battle noticed this and immediately shouted out.

On the battlefield, the fierce fighting seemed to be paused as soon as these words were spoken, and everyone's movements came to a standstill.

The clanging of swords clashing disappeared, as did the booming of colliding soul forces, replaced by a deathly silence, a silence so profound you could hear a pin drop.

All eyes were drawn to the spot where the purple light had fallen, and everyone's face was filled with shock and disbelief.

Marshal Zilong was the strongest Soul Master in the Northern Kingdom. He was their spiritual pillar and their last hope!

Now that he has fallen, is there really any hope left for the Northern Kingdom?

Despair, like a plague, spread among the soldiers and soul masters of the Northern Kingdom.

"As you have seen, Zilong is dead. In the future, the Northern Kingdom will surely be incorporated into the territory of my Southern Kingdom. If you surrender now, you will still have the opportunity to be given important positions in the future."

"If they continue to resist, I will kill them on the spot. My sword can drink blood again."

Han Guang's cold voice rang out on the silent battlefield, carrying a hint of threat as it reached everyone's ears.

His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, swept over the titled Douluo of the Northern Kingdom, a cold smile curving his lips.

"We are willing to surrender."

A titled Douluo from the Northern Kingdom trembled as he dropped his weapon and collapsed to his knees.

He was the first to surrender, but certainly not the last.

With him taking the lead, soon, most of the Northern Kingdom's titled Douluo present, except for a few loyal soldiers who were determined to die rather than surrender, chose to surrender.

Of course, these few titled Douluo who were loyal to the royal family were mercilessly killed on the spot by Han Guang.

Blood stained the earth, the sky, and the hearts of the northern soldiers and soul masters.

Although they are currently in a weaker position, the Northern Kingdom still has many loyal and powerful individuals.

It's understandable that they wouldn't surrender.

However, although the titled Douluo here are from the Northern Kingdom, most of them are actually recruited from sects or academies within the country.

For the royal family, their own lives are more important.

There was naturally no resistance involved in surrendering.

"Very well. You are all intelligent individuals who have cultivated to the level of Title Douluo. The Northern Kingdom's fate is sealed. Now, heed my command: the army shall march forth and directly wage war against the Northern Kingdom!"

With a wave of his hand, Han Guang gave the order to attack.

"Yes!" the generals of the Southern Kingdom responded in unison, and then led their soldiers to the fortress of the Northern Kingdom.

Once this place is conquered, the northern lands will be flat and open.

This kind of war between ordinary people naturally doesn't require the participation of titled Douluo, so Han Guang and the others stayed where they were and did not leave.

They were just watching the fighting on the battlefield from afar.

"Hanyu, how are you? How is your soul power recovering?"

Han Guang walked up to Han Yu and whispered something.

Han Yu shook her head and said in a weak voice, "It's alright, my soul power has recovered somewhat, but not much."

"You should rest for a bit. Once you've recovered some of your soul power, we'll head back."

"Okay." Han Yu nodded, then sat down cross-legged to prepare to recover her soul power.

Not far from here, on a small hill, the top is bare, with only a few huge rocks standing there.

There were about a dozen figures standing there, each wearing a large black robe that completely covered their bodies, making it impossible to see their faces.

The night wind blew by, making a mournful sound, as if it were lamenting the impending battle.

These people exuded an exceptionally powerful aura; each of them was at least a Soul Douluo level, and the few standing at the front were even Title Douluo. The powerful soul power fluctuations they emitted made the surrounding air feel oppressive.

The leader was exceptionally tall, and in front of him was a soul tool resembling a cannon, entirely black and radiating a cold metallic luster.

The cannon is about five meters long, with a muzzle the size of a human head. Various magic arrays are carved on the muzzle, making it look incredibly complex. It emits a faint red light, as if it were flames from hell.

A faint fluctuation of soul power flowed around it, clearly indicating that it was a soul tool. The powerful energy fluctuations could be clearly felt even from a great distance.

It was set up there, the cannon aimed directly at where Han Yu was. The men in black had an excited look in their eyes, as if they could see the victory that was about to come.

"Boss, should we make a move? The battle seems to be over."

A thin man in black lowered his voice and spoke to the person next to him, his tone tinged with cruelty.

"The newly promoted Limit Douluo of the Han family has consumed a lot of soul power. As long as we launch an attack, he will definitely not be able to escape."

Another man in black chimed in, his tone brimming with confidence, as if he could already see Han Yu being blasted to smithereens.

The man in black, referred to as the leader, gently stroked the cannon in front of him, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes, and muttered to himself:

"This is the legendary divine artifact. I never imagined that His Majesty would actually research and create it. Today, let the entire continent witness its power."

"His Majesty said that if one is hit head-on, even a Limit Douluo will die on the spot with no chance of survival."

The man in black spoke with fanaticism and utter awe for the "His Majesty" they spoke of.

The man in black turned his head and said in a deep voice:

"Everyone, listen to my command! Transfer your soul power into this divine artifact!" His voice was deep and powerful, filled with irresistible authority.

"Yes!" the crowd responded in unison, their voices loud and deafening. They stretched out their right hands, fingers spread, aiming at the massive soul-guided cannon.

The group gave a low shout, then extended their right hands, one after another transferring their soul power. Streams of soul power of various colors surged from their palms, converging into a huge torrent of energy that rushed wildly into the pitch-black soul-guided cannon.

"Hahaha, it needs the soul power of so many Soul Douluos and Title Douluos to charge it up. I really can't wait to see its power."

The arrogant laughter of the man in black echoed across the empty hills. His greedy eyes were fixed on the massive soul power cannon before him, as if he could already see the destructive power about to be unleashed. (End of Chapter)