Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

One by one, the Soul Douluos and Title Douluos were pale-faced but had firm eyes. They placed their hands on the cannon and poured their remaining soul power into it without reservation.

Whenever a Soul Master runs out of Soul Power, another Soul Master will take his place and continue to supply this powerful energy.

The muzzle of the Soul Power Cannon, originally a dull gray metal surface, began to glow faintly. As energy was continuously injected, the light grew stronger and stronger, gradually turning into a dazzling white.

The surrounding air seemed to be distorted by this energy, emitting a slight humming sound.

A terrifying energy fluctuation emanated from deep within the cannon's muzzle, sending chills down one's spine. Finally, the last Soul Master exhausted his soul power, staggering back a few steps, his face as pale as paper.

Meanwhile, the Soul Power Cannon had finished charging, and a dense white light was compressed into a dazzling ball of light at the muzzle, as if it were about to explode at any moment.

"His Majesty has decreed that the Han family's power has become too great and has threatened the royal family's position. He has specifically ordered the use of divine weapons to annihilate them."

The man in black loudly proclaimed fabricated charges, his tone filled with a hypocritical sense of justice.

He walked to the control lever of the soul power cannon, stretched out his right hand, and poured his soul power into it.

With the infusion of soul power, the originally calm soul power cannon seemed to come alive, and the entire cannon body began to tremble violently, emitting a tooth-grinding metallic friction sound.

The white light at the muzzle was even more dazzling, and the surrounding space seemed to be distorted by this powerful energy.

A terrifying aura slowly gathered at the muzzle of the cannon, like an ancient beast about to awaken, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

The man in black aimed the cannon at the distant cold rain, his eyes filled with cruelty and pleasure.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, as if he could already see the scene of Han Yu being blasted into pieces.

"Die!" He slammed the lever down, and a deafening roar echoed through the heavens and earth.

The next moment, an enormous white light bullet shot out from the cannon muzzle, carrying a world-destroying force, and roared towards the direction where Han Yu was.

Wherever the light bullet passed, space was violently distorted, and even the air was burned away, leaving a long black trail.

Han Yu's heart skipped a beat, a strong sense of crisis surging through him. He abruptly opened his eyes, and a dazzling white light flashed before them, stinging his eyes and almost making him close them again.

What is this?

Han Yu was filled with doubt and fear. However, before he could react, a huge force came from behind and shoved him away.

His body flew backward uncontrollably, the wind whistling in his ears, and the scenery in front of him blurred.

Han Yu's soul power was already greatly depleted, and she was simply unable to resist this powerful force. "Han Yu, run! Grandpa will hold them off!"

An old and resolute voice rang in her ears. Han Yu turned her head with difficulty and saw that her grandfather, Han Guang, had appeared behind her at some point and pushed her away with all his might.

The next instant, the dazzling white light struck Han Guang. A pale blue soul power barrier lit up around Han Guang's body, but under the terrifying energy impact, the barrier shattered after only a moment.

"Grandpa!" Han Yu stared in disbelief at the cold light that vanished in an instant, her mind blank.

"How is this possible? What is this thing? How could it instantly kill a Limit Douluo?!"

Yes, after pushing Han Yu away, Han Guang was killed by that white light.

This sounds incredible; a Limit Douluo, killed by a soul tool.

This is not the case.

First, that soul-guided cannonball was formed by absorbing the soul power of many Soul Douluos and Title Douluos, and its power was unimaginable.

Secondly, although Han Guang is a Limit Douluo, if he is determined to escape, then the soul-guided cannonballs will naturally be unable to harm him, at most causing him minor injuries.

However, Han Guang couldn't escape at all.

Because Han Yu's soul power was gone, he couldn't escape on his own.

Therefore, he replaced Han Yu with himself to take the blow for him.

"The one who made the move is the emperor, Han Yu, you must survive first."

Grandpa's final roar echoed in her mind, a voice filled with despair and resolve. Han Yu's vision blurred with tears, and the towering mountains before her seemed to have been instantly flattened by an invisible giant hand, leaving only dust and flying rubble.

The violent tremor made Han Yu lose his balance. He staggered a few steps, then knelt on one knee, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms.

"Grandpa, I will avenge you."

Han Yu gritted her teeth and squeezed out the words from deep in her throat, her voice hoarse and filled with endless grief and indignation.

He knew that his grandfather had given his life to save him.

"The Royal Family!"

Han Yu struggled to her feet, the hypocritical faces of the royal family flashing through her mind, and anger burned within her.

He dragged his weary body, walking step by step toward a nearby grove of trees.

With each step he took, he could feel the intense pain from his wounds, but he seemed oblivious to it, his eyes filled only with endless coldness and hatred.

Finding a sturdy ancient tree, Han Yu slowly sat down against the trunk. He needed to recover his strength and, more importantly, calm the anger that was about to consume his reason.

"I'll rest here for a bit, and once my soul power recovers, I'll go settle the score."

Han Yu closed her eyes and began to circulate the little soul power she had left in her body to accelerate the recovery of her injuries.

The surrounding woods were quiet, with only the occasional birdsong and the rustling of leaves in the wind, but this tranquil environment could not calm the turmoil in Han Yu's heart.

An hour later, Han Yu slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes, which had been dull and lifeless, were now clear and sparkling with a cold light.

He stood up, feeling the abundant soul power within his body. With a flicker, he transformed into a streak of light and sped towards the capital.

They went out together, but he returned alone. Han Yu didn't know how to face his father or how to tell him that the towering figure who had always protected them had left forever.

"Hanyu, you're back?"

When Han Jian saw his son return, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and he hurriedly went to greet him. But soon, his smile froze on his face because he did not see that familiar figure.

"Where is your grandfather?"

Han Jian's voice trembled slightly, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.

Han Yu took a deep breath, trying to suppress her grief, and said in a hoarse voice, "Grandpa... was killed by a weapon developed by the royal family."

Although we don't know exactly what methods the royal family used, given my grandfather's strength, there are very few people in the world who could hurt him. The only explanation is that the royal family has developed some kind of terrifying weapon!

"What?" Upon hearing this, Han Jian was struck dumb, his eyes widened, and he took a few steps back in disbelief, his face turning deathly pale.

"Your grandfather was a Limit Douluo, what weapon could possibly kill him...?"

Han Jian couldn't accept this fact. Limit Douluo was already the strongest in Douluo Continent. How could he fall so easily?

He waved his hands as if trying to grab something, but in the end he could only let them hang limply.

A flicker of pain flashed in Han Yu's eyes as she said coldly, "Under normal circumstances, Grandpa wouldn't have been killed. But they launched a sneak attack while I was exhausted from my battle with the Purple Dragon Douluo of the Northern Kingdom."

"At that time, I was powerless to dodge the sudden attack. It was my grandfather... who pushed me out with all his might and took the fatal blow with his own body."

At this point, Han Yu's voice choked with emotion, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Grandpa... resisted for only a moment, then collapsed on the spot..."

Han Jian felt a wave of dizziness, as if a layer of blood had clouded his vision, and his ears were ringing. The tragic state of Han Guang before his death and the cold-blooded ruthlessness of the royal family intertwined, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He staggered back a few steps, only managing to steady himself by grabbing onto a stone pillar beside him.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his surging blood, only to find that his hands were trembling slightly.

He lowered his head listlessly, his gaze falling on the dusty ground, and muttered to himself:

"The royal family, what a royal family."

He abruptly raised his head, his eyes burning with fury, and said through gritted teeth:

"They actually plotted such a conspiracy for power; I really underestimated them."

Han Jian originally thought that no matter how anxious the royal family was, they wouldn't take action when the two countries were at war.

To this end, he meticulously prepared a series of measures, secretly mobilizing manpower to deliver a crushing blow to the royal family at a critical moment.

But what he never expected was that the royal family had hidden such a terrifying weapon, a weapon that could easily take the life of a Limit Douluo!

"Hanyu, what are you going to do next?"

Han Jian's voice was low and hoarse, carrying a hint of weariness and worry that he could not hide.

Things had spiraled far out of his control, and now the Han family could only rely on Han Yu.

"Of course, it's to avenge Grandpa."

The sound of the cold rain was icy and piercing, like a chilling wind from the deepest hell. He turned around abruptly, his scarlet eyes fixed on the direction of the palace, as if he wanted to turn that magnificent palace into ashes.

"Although their weapons are capable of killing a Limit Douluo, dodging them is not a problem at all if I am prepared."

He clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, a testament to the extreme anger and hatred he felt.

"They thought they could do whatever they wanted with this weapon, they had no idea what a Limit Douluo was."

A sneer of contempt flashed in Han Yu's eyes. With a flash, she transformed into a blur and sped off toward the palace.

"I'll go to the palace right now and wipe out the royal family. I want them to know that without the support of the Han family, their royal status is in jeopardy."

Han Jian watched Han Yu's departing figure, his heart filled with worry. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, it turned into a sigh.

He knew that in Han Yu's current state, she wouldn't listen to any advice.

"After killing the royal family, what are your plans for dealing with the Southern and Northern Kingdoms?"

The sound of the cold sword echoed in the empty courtyard.

Han Yu paused, realizing he hadn't even considered the question. His mind was solely focused on avenging his grandfather; he had no interest in the South or the North.

"Father, what are you thinking?"

Han Yu's voice carried a hint of confusion and helplessness. He knew that since his father had asked the question, he must already have the answer in his heart.

Han Jian took a deep breath and slowly said:

"The royal family lacks the power to command respect from the people, therefore I believe it is time for a change of royal family."

"You are the prince consort of the Southern Kingdom. Kill this emperor and install Wan'er on the throne."

"At that time, you can oversee the country as regent and unify the continent."

Han Yu frowned slightly and said, "Although the royal family is unworthy of their position, isn't what we're doing a bit inappropriate?"

Han Jian sneered: "What's wrong with that? Your grandfather died at their hands, and the royal family hasn't been replaced."

"Wan'er is also a member of the royal family. You're just looking for revenge against those who deserve to die."

Han Yu nodded. Han Jian was right. Wan'er was also a member of the royal family. Since they were going to support each other anyway, they might as well support the person closest to them.

Thinking of this, Han Yu nodded slightly to Han Jian and said, "I understand, Father."

After saying that, his body didn't linger; it transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the courtyard.

at the same time.

The palace, a side hall.

The night was deep, but the side hall of the palace was brightly lit, and a faint sandalwood scent filled the air.

Inside the ornately decorated palace, the Southern Emperor, Blue Shark, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, sat upright on a golden nanmu chair, his brows furrowed, his deep eyes revealing a hint of anxiety and unease.

His fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a "tap, tap" sound, as if he was pondering some difficult problem.

Below, the man in black who had appeared in the woods earlier knelt on one knee, head bowed, reporting in a fearful tone:

"Your Majesty, I...I failed in my duty. I only killed Han Guang. Han Yu...Han Yu was pushed away by him, so...so he survived."

Upon hearing this, Blue White Shark abruptly raised his head, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He slammed his fist on the table and roared:

"Useless! Didn't I say I was going to kill them all in one fell swoop? Now look what's happened, one of them is still alive! What if he comes looking for revenge later?"

The man in black trembled, quickly lowering his head even further, and said in a trembling voice:

"Your Majesty, please calm your anger! Originally... originally everything was going according to our plan..."

He paused briefly, secretly glancing up at Blue Shark, and seeing that the other didn't seem to mind, he mustered his courage and continued:

"Our plan is to kill Han Yu when his soul power is exhausted. Han Guang will definitely rush to his rescue without hesitation, and then... then we can wipe them all out in one fell swoop..."

He paused again, his voice becoming even lower.

"But...but I never expected that old fox Han Guang would be so decisive. To save Han Yu, he actually...he actually..."

He seemed unable to bear continuing, burying his head deeply in the ground, his voice filled with regret and fear. (End of Chapter)