Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

Like most evil spirit masters, his abilities are based on killing, a fact that Wang Xiaolei himself knows better than anyone else.

At this moment, Wang Xiaolei was unusually calm. He wanted to use this skill to corrupt Yuan Gungun. As long as he corrupted Yuan Gungun's martial soul and prevented him from using the power of light, he could gain an absolute advantage.

The instant the Evil Frost was cast, Wang Xiaolei touched the ground with his toes and took a step forward like a ghost, while raising his right hand high, pointing directly at Yuan Gungun.

As he raised his right hand, amidst gasps from the audience, his sleeve naturally slipped down to his shoulder, revealing his right arm, which was nothing but bare white bone, without a trace of flesh.

The pale bones reflected a chilling light under the lamp, perfectly complementing his sinister aura, leaving no doubt that this eerie soul skill possessed extremely terrifying power.

"What is that?" "His arm... it's bone!"

"My God, could it be that Wang Xiaolei, hidden beneath that black robe, is actually just a skeleton?"

The eeriness of the evil spirit master sent chills down the spines of countless people, and some timid spectators even closed their eyes, unable to bear watching the scene on the competition stage.

Wang Xiaolei paid no attention to the reactions around him. The purplish-black light on his raised right hand grew stronger, and the evil aura surged like a tide. The temperature on the entire competition stage suddenly dropped, as if even the air was about to freeze.

His evil frost can not only corrupt opponents, but also cause the evil aura of vengeful spirits to frantically erode them, even turning them into vengeful spirits and making them a part of his power.

At the same time, Evil Frost also possesses a powerful restrictive effect, capable of freezing an opponent's soul power, rendering them immobile. How long this restriction lasts depends entirely on the opponent's strength.

At this moment, Wang Xiaolei's fifth spirit ring was lit up, indicating that his spirit power had reached its peak.

Having learned from Geely's previous carelessness and underestimation of its opponent, which resulted in its defeat, Wang Xiaolei had no intention of holding back this time and immediately launched a killing blow.

The purplish-black light on his right hand became extremely dazzling, and the entire arena was shrouded in this evil aura. At the same time, a wailing sound like a vengeful spirit rang out, sending chills down one's spine.

Even the Unbreakable Douluo's expression turned gloomy.

He certainly wasn't afraid of Wang Xiaolei's attack capabilities.

However, he could sense that the vengeful spirit aura contained in Wang Xiaolei's ability was so strong that it was brought by at least a hundred lives!

This guy is an executioner.

Although Zheng Zhan was born in the Sun Moon Empire and had close ties with the royal family, he had no liking for these evil soul masters.

He even secretly thought that if possible, he would let Yuan Gun Gun of the Snow Demon Sect kill this guy, and he would absolutely not interfere.

"Ah!" With a scream, Wang Xiaolei's right arm suddenly swung down, and instantly, a long, purplish-black whip flew out from his raised right hand.

The long whip pointed forward, striking directly at Yuan Gungun, who was restrained by the evil frost.

This is his powerful fifth soul skill, Death Whip.

Once struck by the Whip of Death, one will be corroded by the aura of death.

At the same time, they will be frantically attacked by the terrifying vengeful spirit contained in this whip of death, until their own souls also turn into vengeful spirits.

This whip of death must also be forged from vengeful spirits.

There are already more than two hundred vengeful spirits on Wang Xiaolei's Whip of Death.

The fifth soul skill, composed of so many vengeful spirits, is so powerful that even many seventh-ring Soul Saint level experts cannot withstand it.

It's important to know that souls capable of being transformed into vengeful spirits are not found everywhere.

It's not that you can just kill anyone. Only those humans who harbor deep resentment or have experienced great fear at the moment of death will become powerful vengeful spirits.

To achieve his current status, Wang Xiaolei must have slaughtered countless people. Even the Unbreakable Douluo Zheng Zhan doesn't fully understand evil soul masters.

The number of lives lost due to Wang Xiaolei's actions far exceeds a hundred, well over four figures.

As the purplish-black whip swept across, countless shrill screams filled the air. The sound alone, emanating from the arena, made the nearby spectators feel dizzy, as if their souls were about to leave their bodies.

After the match, all the spectators who felt dizzy fell seriously ill afterward.

Yuan Gun Gun stood motionless, as if he had truly been corrupted by the evil frost, seemingly powerless to do anything in the face of the falling whip of death.

Just as the terrifying whip was about to strike him, a powerful golden light suddenly burst forth from Yuan Gungun's body.

The evil, icy blue hues that had previously attached themselves to him instantly exploded and spread outwards.

Immediately afterwards, a crystal-clear golden hand reached out and grabbed the long whip.

"Ah—" A piercing scream suddenly came from the Whip of Death, a sound filled with pain and despair, as if the victim was enduring the cruelest torture in the world.

Around Yuan Gungun's palm, clusters of dazzling light mist churned violently, gushing out like boiling magma.

Each wisp of light exuded a sacred aura, yet it twisted into pained human faces, struggling and wailing in mid-air before finally dissipating into nothingness.

Intertwined with the power of light were wisps of eerie purplish-black mist, which slithered through the air like venomous snakes, exuding a chilling aura of death.

Upon seeing this, Wang Xiaolei flew into a rage and let out a series of roars like a wild beast.

He devoted countless efforts to forging this evil Whip of Death, even selling his soul to the darkness, ultimately ending up neither human nor ghost.

Now, this treasure, which embodies all his hard work, is gradually breaking down under Yuan Gungun's power of light, which is an unbearable pain for him!

Each dissipation of the purplish-black mist felt like a sharp knife piercing his heart, causing him unbearable pain.

However, Wang Xiaolei was, after all, a strong man who had experienced countless life-and-death trials. Despite the excruciating pain and rage, he was still able to maintain a degree of composure.

He did not attempt to retract the Whip of Death, because he knew that in Yuan Gungun's current state, any defense would be futile.

Without hesitation, he flicked his right wrist, and the originally straight whip of death suddenly danced like a serpent, winding towards Yuan Gungun's neck with lightning speed.

Wang Xiaolei's movements were lightning fast, and his attacks were ruthless and decisive, clearly indicating his determination to kill.

However, he was also very clear in his heart that Yuan Gungun was no longer the same person he used to be.

He clearly saw that the spirit ring on Yuan Gungun's body, which represented his fifth spirit skill, was shining with dazzling light, which meant that he had entered the state of being possessed by the Titan of Light.

With the power of the Titan of Light, Yuan Gun Gun's defense and attack power will reach a terrifying level, making it no easy task to defeat him.

But Wang Xiaolei also had his own trump card. Suddenly, his sixth spirit ring lit up, and bursts of dense purplish-black light surged out from his body, quickly covering his entire body.

The black cloak that had concealed him for so long shattered at that moment, revealing his true face hidden beneath it.

Just as many people guessed, under the black cloak, Wang Xiaolei's body was actually a skeleton, without a trace of flesh and blood, a living skeleton!

Within the empty eye sockets, two dark red flames flickered violently, like will-o'-the-wisps from the depths of hell, emitting a chilling light.

On his pale bones, strange purplish-black patterns appeared, like some ancient and evil runes, radiating a chilling power.

Wang Xiaolei slowly raised his left hand and gently placed it on his right hand, which was holding the Whip of Death. The purplish-black light that was surging around him immediately flowed into his right hand like a tide, and finally poured into the Whip of Death.

The vengeful spirits that had been howling in pain on the whip fell silent at this moment, as if they had fallen into a deep sleep.

A terrifying aura of death erupted from the Whip of Death, surging towards Yuan Gungun like a raging tide.

Yuan Gungun's expression changed slightly. He could clearly feel a strong aura of death rushing towards him, crashing against his senses like a giant wave.

The aura was cold and evil, carrying a nauseating, rotten smell, as if it wanted to devour all life in the world.

The Whip of Death in his hand trembled violently, as if trying to break free from his control and fly towards the source of that aura.

With a thought, Yuan Gungun decisively released his grip on the Whip of Death. He took a deep breath, concentrated the power of light in his palms, and then slammed them forward.

His right palm shone with golden light, like the sun shining in the sky, carrying unparalleled power to ward off evil, and slammed fiercely into that purplish-black aura.

"boom!"

A deafening roar, like a thunderclap, exploded above the competition stage.

A visible shockwave emanated from the point of their battle, spreading outwards in all directions. Wherever it passed, the air distorted violently, and the ground cracked inch by inch.

Yuan Gungun remained motionless, standing firmly in place, but his expression turned serious.

He discovered that despite his best efforts, the purplish-black aura had only been partially repelled and had not completely dissipated.

On the contrary, after a brief pause, that aura swept towards him again, and its momentum was even more ferocious than before, like a savage beast that wanted to devour him completely.

Yuan Gungun dared not be negligent and struck out with his left palm again.

This time, the golden light on his left palm was even more dazzling, like the blazing sun, radiating endless light and heat.

"boom!"

Another loud bang, and the golden flames and the purplish-black aura collided once more, unleashing an even more terrifying energy surge.

Yuan Gungun clapped his hands repeatedly, and golden lightning bolts bombarded the purplish-black aura like a barrage of bullets.

Each bolt of lightning contained immense power to ward off evil, enough to obliterate a Soul Douluo-level expert into dust.

However, despite the fierce attack, the purplish-black aura did not dissipate. Instead, it became increasingly solid, as if it had transformed into a giant black hand that was grabbing down at Yuan Gun Gun's head.

He let out a loud roar and charged at Wang Xiaolei once again, his bone claws appearing on the ground once more.

Unfortunately, this time, his sharp bone claws could no longer touch Yuan Gungun's body.

The power of light seemed to have draped Yuan Gungun in a golden armor, allowing him to move freely through Wang Xiaolei's attacks.

Each swing of the bone claws could only generate a violent energy fluctuation, but could not even touch the hem of Yuan Gungun's clothes.

Wherever Yuan Gungun went, those originally incredibly sharp bone claws shattered and turned into bone dust that filled the sky.

The fire of soul flickering in Wang Xiaolei's eyes surged violently, a fleeting look of panic crossing his face.

In the exchange just now, he thought he and Yuan Gungun were evenly matched, but now it seems that he is completely at a disadvantage.

He was unable to create distance between himself and Yuan Gungun, nor could he inflict any real damage on Yuan Gungun using his two strongest soul skills.

Wang Xiaolei knew he had to change his strategy as soon as possible, or he would be in an extremely dangerous situation.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his unease, and his mind raced as he considered countermeasures.

He knew that Yuan Gungun's current state could not last, and as long as he could get through this period, he would have a chance to turn the tide.

Wang Xiaolei's best attack method is ranged attrition, but now, facing the incredibly fast Yuan Gungun, ranged attacks are unlikely to be effective.

Trying to create distance by speed is unrealistic. His only option now is to use strong defense and continuous attacks to buy time and wait for Yuan Gungun's condition to subside.

Wang Xiaolei gently raised his bony right hand, and his third spirit ring suddenly lit up, emitting a faint purple light. A dark purple bubble appeared out of thin air, rapidly expanding to envelop his entire body.

Immediately afterwards, his withered bony arms opened slightly, spreading to the left and right. The purplish-black patterns on his body seemed to be infused with life, instantly becoming incredibly bright and radiating an eerie light.

At the same time, he stretched out his arms, and his fourth spirit ring lit up. A purplish-black halo spread outwards from him, emanating a cold aura that sent chills down people's spines.

These are Wang Xiaolei's third soul skill, Death Guard, and his fourth soul skill, Sea of ​​the Dead. Wang Xiaolei's most powerful attack methods are his fifth and sixth soul skills, which are released in the Sea of ​​the Dead state.

Previously, because Yuan Gungun's offensive was too swift, he had no time to release the Sea of ​​the Dead and could only defend passively.

The Sea of ​​the Dead is somewhat similar to a domain, but it also has differences. It can only affect a ten-meter diameter area around Wang Xiaolei's body, and once activated, its location will not change with Wang Xiaolei's movements. (End of Chapter)