Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

Within the Sea of ​​the Dead, the power of all of Wang Xiaolei's soul skills will be greatly enhanced, and he will also possess the terrifying ability to nourish vengeful spirits and bring them back to life.

All the evil spirit masters who could represent the Holy Spirit Cult in battle were exceptionally talented and powerful, and Wang Xiaolei was no exception.

At this moment, Yuan Gungun had closed to within 20 meters of Wang Xiaolei. He waved his right hand, and a golden light gathered in his hand, instantly forming a huge golden claw that reached out to grab Wang Xiaolei.

However, when the golden claw of light entered the area of ​​the Sea of ​​the Dead, a strange change occurred.

A purplish-black light surged. The claw of light was instantly covered with a layer of purplish-black.

Although the power of exorcism tried its best to fight against these purplish-black things, it still disappeared as if melting when it came in front of the Death Guardian.

Only a patch of light mist, now a purplish-black color, impacted the Death Guardian.

Wang Xiaolei made a rhythmic up-and-down motion with both hands at the same time. At this moment, he no longer cared about the consumption of his soul power.

Layers of evil ice surged up from the Sea of ​​the Dead, rushing towards Yuan Gun Gun like a raging torrent.

Yuan Gungun snorted coldly, and his third spirit ring shone brightly. It was Thunderous Fury.

A massive surge of golden lightning erupted around his body. At the same time, he touched the ground with the toes of his left foot, and his body shot forward like an arrow into the realm of the Sea of ​​the Dead.

Although the Sea of ​​the Dead was only ten meters in diameter, Wang Xiaolei had already retreated to the other edge.

But upon entering, Yuan Gungun immediately felt a chill run through his body. The mournful howls of the vengeful spirits made his soul waver.

It seemed as if it was about to break free from its body.

The evil frost frantically assaulted his body, attempting to freeze his body and soul completely.

Yuan Gungun's speed did indeed slow down immediately.

The lightning on his body clashed rapidly with the evil frost. But he found himself in a state of extreme difficulty.

A chilling laugh erupted from deep within Wang Xiaolei's throat, like the cawing of a crow in the silent night, sharp and piercing, sending shivers down one's spine.

"Hehehe! Fool, your biggest mistake was entering my Sea of ​​the Dead. Enjoy the taste of death!"

Wang Xiaolei's voice was full of mockery and cruelty, as if he could already see the horrific scene of Yuan Gungun being tortured to death by him.

He suddenly raised his hands high, and a powerful force erupted from his body like a volcanic eruption.

Accompanied by waves of nauseating stench, countless purplish-black springs emanated from his body, spreading wildly outwards and rapidly covering the entire Sea of ​​the Dead.

These gushing springs are not ordinary liquids, but are formed from the pure aura of death, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression, as if they are dragging everything in the world into an endless abyss.

A terrifying aura of death, like a flood bursting its banks, surged hysterically toward Yuan, attempting to completely engulf him.

Wang Xiaolei once used this move to kill two powerful Soul Saints at the same time. Their souls were imprisoned in his Death Whip and became part of his power.

At this moment, Wang Xiaolei seemed to have foreseen Yuan Gungun's fate. He seemed to see Yuan Gungun being torn apart by his powerful strength, his soul, full of light and the power to ward off evil, being devoured and conquered by his death whip, becoming a part of his power.

At that time, his Death Whip will become even more powerful, and perhaps he will no longer be afraid of attacks of the light attribute.

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaolei's excitement and anticipation intensified. He stared greedily at Yuan Gungun, as if admiring a work of art that was about to be destroyed by him.

He firmly believed that Yuan Gungun would have no power to resist his own death and decay.

Then he saw Yuan Gungun laugh, a cold and disdainful laugh, as if mocking his arrogance.

The overcast skies today are a perfect opportunity for evil spirit masters, especially for Wang Xiaolei.

On sunny days, his strength will be greatly reduced.

He couldn't even play for the team and could only be a substitute player.

At this moment, however, he firmly believed in his own power. He seemed to already see Yuan Gungun transform into a part of his Whip of Death.

As a powerful evil spirit master, Wang Xiaolei possesses strong judgment.

He could clearly tell that the power of the Titan of Light that Yuan Gungun had previously used could not be used continuously.

He had already used it once in each of the two battles, and if he wanted to use it again, he would need to rest for a while.

Without the terrifying power of the Titan of Light, his sixth soul skill was Death and Decay, which rose from the Sea of ​​the Dead, the fourth soul skill.

What can he use to block it?

In that instant, Yuan Gungun's eyes seemed to turn into a bottomless abyss, and fear, like an invisible hand, tightly gripped Wang Xiaolei's throat, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

His own soul fire, which had been burning peacefully, now flickered violently like a candle flame in a storm, as if it might be extinguished at any moment.

However, just when Wang Xiaolei thought Yuan Gungun would succumb to this fear, he saw a chilling sneer slowly bloom on Yuan Gungun's lips.

It was a cold, arrogant laugh, a disdainful laugh, as if everything was under his control.

Wang Xiaolei was filled with doubt. Why could Yuan Gungun, who was usually so gentle and kind, still show such a confident smile when facing such great pressure?

As if seeing through Wang Xiaolei's doubts, Yuan Gungun's eyes became incredibly sharp, like two sharp swords piercing Wang Xiaolei's heart.

"Fear? What is that?" Yuan Gungun's voice, deep and powerful, like rolling thunder, boomed in Wang Xiaolei's ears. "I, Yuan Gungun, never fear any challenge!"

Yes, Wang Xiaolei remembered. Yuan Gungun, this seemingly gentle fellow, had an incredibly strong heart hidden deep inside! He was always proud and invincible towards his enemies!

His unwavering determination and his indomitable spirit were the true source of his power and the essence of his reign over the world!

If fear enters his heart, how can he control this world-destroying power? How can he become the ruler of this continent?

Yuan Gungun lowered his body slightly, like a cheetah poised to strike, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy.

His legs were slightly bent, as if his whole body was curled up, accumulating great power.

At the same time, a black halo rose from beneath his feet, quickly spreading out and enveloping the entire arena.

Immediately afterwards, intense golden light burst forth from his body, like the rising sun, illuminating the entire world.

A loud, long howl erupted from Yuan Gungun's mouth, echoing through the sky.

Just then, the enormous Titan of Light, with its world-destroying power, crashed into Yuan Gungun's body. Yuan Gungun's entire body was covered by a thick layer of golden armor, completely enveloping him.

The next moment, he transformed into a golden bolt of lightning, shooting out at a speed so fast that it was almost impossible for the naked eye to catch it.

Although Yuan Gun Gun still maintained his human form within the light and shadow of the Titan of Light, at this moment, he gave the impression of a true Titan of Light, filled with violent and powerful energy.

As the Titan of Light surged forward, it began to spin rapidly, its golden light burning like flames, illuminating the entire arena as a golden ocean.

Then, it transformed into a gigantic golden cannonball, appearing out of thin air with an aura of annihilation, and hurtled towards Wang Xiaolei. Like a spinning top, it carried unparalleled impact, aiming to utterly destroy everything in its path.

"Face the storm!" Yuan Gungun's voice, like a divine oracle from the heavens, echoed in Wang Xiaolei's ears.

On the arena, a luminous storm, thirty meters in diameter, appeared, completely encircling the previously menacing sea of ​​undead and ravaging it relentlessly. At the center of the storm was a colossal, proudly suspended figure, radiating a suffocating pressure.

Within this storm, a powerful aura surged forth wildly, as if to tear the entire world apart. A terrifying suction force rushed towards Wang Xiaolei, threatening to completely engulf him.

Compared to Wang Xiaolei's evil and terrifying soul skills, Yuan Gungun's soul skill at this moment looked so dazzling and full of a sacred and inviolable aura.

At this moment, Wang Xiaolei was horrified to discover that he couldn't do anything.

An indescribable fear, like a tidal wave, instantly overwhelmed him. The decay of death and the sea of ​​the dead had even escaped his control. He felt as if his soul was being pulled and torn apart by an invisible force, as if it were about to drag him into an endless abyss.

Compared to Wang Xiaolei's evil and terrifying soul skills, Yuan Gungun's soul skills at this moment looked so dazzling and eye-catching.

At this moment, Wang Xiaolei was horrified to discover that he could do nothing. An indescribable fear surfaced in his mind.

Death and decay, and the sea of ​​the dead, had even escaped his control; he felt as if his soul was being sublimated.

Everything around us turned into a golden haze.

Countless roars rang out, like the howls of ancient behemoths.

"Roar—!" The roar echoed once again.

The storm's rotation speed increased again, three times faster than before.

The terrifying tearing force continuously slashed at Wang Xiaolei's body.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom..."

A series of booming sounds echoed on the competition stage, and in just three hits, Wang Xiaolei's Death Protection was shattered.

Zheng Zhan, the Unbreakable Douluo, had already realized what was happening and wanted to go forward to help.

However, the golden halo on the ground suddenly burst into a burst of intense light, and a huge golden storm with a diameter of thirty meters instantly rose into the air.

Even Zheng Zhan couldn't break through it in that instant. When he collided with the golden storm, his whole body was also surrounded by golden lightning. Although he used his defensive soul tool to resist, he still had difficulty moving forward.

This golden hue lasted for less than two seconds before fading away slowly.

Wang Xiaolei's body disappeared. His disappearance, compared to Jili's earlier disappearance, was even more silent. No one even saw how he vanished.

The massive golden storm dissipated, and he vanished without a trace. Not even a speck of dirt remained.

Silence fell over the entire arena once again. Yuan Gungun, with his overwhelming performance, had killed two sixth-ring Soul Emperor evil soul masters in succession.

At this point, no one dared to underestimate Yuan Gungun anymore.

Yuan Gungun appeared in the center of the fading golden storm. His face was a little pale, but he still stood very straight, especially his back.

Neither his rapid breathing nor his somewhat unhealthy complexion affected the unwavering determination in his eyes.

He won. Yes, he won again. Two matches in a row, two kills in a row. And he managed to get all the spectators cheering and applauding for him.

Although every Soul Emperor can use the fifth and sixth Soul Skills, none have ever consumed so much energy while using them as he has.

Yuan Gungun stood still, his chest rising and falling slightly as he tried to calm his turbulent breathing.

His gaze slowly swept across the entire arena, finally settling on the Holy Spirit Sect's waiting area. He slowly raised his right hand, extending his index finger and pointing at Tang Ya, who was sitting in the front row.

Tang Ya, who had been lounging lazily against the back of her chair, was startled by his sudden action and abruptly stood up. A flash of anger crossed her deep eyes as her gaze met Yuan Gun Gun's through the slowly descending soul-guiding shield.

Although her face was covered by a large black cloak, her sharp eyes were like blades, piercing straight into Yuan Gungun's heart.

Yuan Gungun met her gaze without flinching. Instead, he curled up his lips into a defiant smile.

He slowly lowered his arm, turned around, and walked steadily towards the center of the playing field. His face was calm and composed, showing no emotional fluctuations.

Arriving in front of the Unbreakable Douluo Zheng Zhan, Yuan Gungun took out a milk bottle from her storage soul tool, skillfully poured in a potion to restore soul power, and stood there quietly, beginning to recover her depleted soul power.

Tang Ya turned gracefully, casting her gaze towards the rest area. Her eyes met those of Zhang Peng, the Scorpion Tiger Douluo. The shock in Zhang Peng's eyes receded like a tide, replaced by a barely perceptible fear.

Just now, Yuan Gungun unleashed astonishing power, releasing a golden storm that resembled the end of the world. At that moment, Zhang Peng truly felt the threat of death.

Fear clung to him like a leech, deeply imprinted on his mind, impossible to shake off. Fortunately, the boy was still very young, and his power had not yet reached its peak.

Thinking this, a cold glint flashed in Zhang Peng's eyes. He nodded forcefully, signaling Tang Ya that she could begin. Tang Ya nodded slightly, indicating that she understood. (End of Chapter)