Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

"It's over!" Tang Ya's voice was clear and firm. Her face was pale from the excessive consumption of her soul power, but the icy coldness in her eyes was enough to freeze everything.

Yuan Gungun's final counterattack, though fought with all his might, was easily neutralized by Tang Ya's Blue Silver Grass.

After all, Tang Ya is a Soul Saint, while Yuan Gun Gun is merely a Soul Emperor; there is an insurmountable gap between the two.

Tang Ya flicked her finger, and a sharp blue silver grass pierced Yuan Gun Gun's chest like a venomous snake, instantly penetrating his heart.

"Pfft!" A mouthful of blood gushed from Yuan Gungun's mouth, and his body fell backward limply, crashing heavily onto the arena, the blood instantly staining the ground red.

"Referee, we concede this match!" Han Yu's voice rang out in the empty stadium, tinged with indifference.

The referee nodded and said, "In that case, the Holy Spirit Sect wins the third match. Now, please send out the second participant from the Snow Demon Sect."

Yuan Gungun won against two opponents but lost to the third, Tang Ya, which led most people to acknowledge his strength.

Snow Demon Sect's waiting area.

Long Aotian stood up and said, "Let me go next. They're both Soul Saints, and I believe I can improve a lot from them."

Han Yu nodded; he had the same idea.

"In that case, Brother Aotian, you go ahead. You can't lose, okay? It wouldn't sound good if you were defeated by a female Soul Master."

Long Aotian gave a cold laugh and snorted, "That's absolutely impossible."

After saying that, he strode towards the competition stage.

"I won't go into the rules again. Both of you, stand in your positions and wait for me to announce the start."

Referee Zheng Zhan said loudly.

As time went by, Long Aotian has now reached the age of twenty, just in time to participate in the competition.

His cultivation level was also at the Soul Saint level.

He was a large man, nearly two meters tall, with broad shoulders and a muscular build.

He had long, reddish-brown hair parted in the middle, with the strands hanging down on both sides looking extremely smooth. He had narrow, long eyes with a cold gaze, a straight nose, and a square mouth. Although he wasn't particularly handsome, he seemed to have a somewhat sinister charm.

Even more remarkably, his skin was extremely fair, as translucent as jade.

A subtle radiance flowed beneath her skin, and her every gesture exuded a refined elegance.

A formidable foe!

Tang Ya made this judgment in her mind.

Although she was also a Soul Saint, she could sense that the young man in front of her was probably no less powerful than her, or even stronger.

"Both sides step back. Prepare for the match."

Long Aotian nodded to Tang Ya, making no attempt to hide the admiration in his eyes.

After all, to be able to cultivate to the Soul Saint level at this age, even if one is an evil Soul Master, must be one of the most talented people.

After nodding, Long Aotian turned and walked back to his own half of the court.

Despite the numerous damages on the competition stage, they seemed to completely disappear in his eyes.

Even when he reached the crack, it seemed as if something in the air was supporting his body, allowing him to walk through it with ease.

The moment he turned around, all the previous aura and pressure directed at Tang Ya vanished. Tang Ya's mental energy surged forth like a tide, but it seemed to land in empty space. His opponent was right in front of him, yet his mental energy had lost its target.

The feeling of sadness made Tang Ya groan softly, her face flushed, and she forced back the blood that was rising in her throat.

So strong!

Tang Ya realized that she had probably encountered her greatest enemy in life.

The Body Sect truly lives up to its reputation as one of the most mysterious and powerful sects on the continent!

This person's cultivation level is indeed not on the same level as mine.

He must be the leader of the Body Sect in this competition.

Taking a deep breath, Tang Ya calmed the turbulent blood and qi within her body and headed back in that direction.

Tang Ya stepped back to the edge of the competition platform and then turned back.

Long Aotian had already turned around. He no longer exuded such a strong aura, but standing there, he seemed to have become one with the entire competition stage.

The unity of heaven and man. Has his cultivation reached the level of the unity of heaven and man?

Tang Ya's eyes lit up; this was exactly the level he was looking for!

Referee Zheng Zhan's loud voice, like a morning bell and evening drum, echoed above the competition platform, announcing the start of this fierce battle.

Tang Ya took a deep breath, suddenly looked up, and fixed her gaze intently on her opponent, Long Aotian.

His eyes were sharp and resolute, like a cheetah poised to pounce, ready to unleash a thunderous strike at any moment.

At this moment, Tang Ya's seven spirit rings rose one after another from beneath his feet like a rainbow. The seven colors, red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple, intertwined and released powerful spirit energy fluctuations that enveloped the entire arena.

Each spirit ring contains powerful energy, seemingly ready to erupt at any moment and devour the opponent.

As the spirit ring rose, Tang Ya's body began to change. Blue Silver Grass surged out from under his feet like a tide, sweeping wildly towards Long Aotian.

These Blue Silver Grasses were no ordinary plants; they had been enhanced by Tang Ya's soul power, making them incredibly tough, like agile venomous snakes attempting to tightly entangle Long Aotian.

Faced with Tang Ya's fierce attack, Long Aotian stood still as a mountain. He slowly raised his hands and made a peculiar gesture in front of his chest. His right palm faced left with his fingertips pointing down, and his left palm faced right with his fingertips pointing up. The two palms faced each other, forming a strange arc.

As he moved his hands, a lustrous glow emanated from his body, enveloping his entire being.

This layer of luster is crystal clear, like a flawless piece of jade, radiating a soft yet unassailable light.

Bathed in a lustrous sheen, Long Aotian appeared as if he had transformed into a lifelike jade sculpture, radiating an aura of sacred inviolability.

Just then, Tang Ya's Blue Silver Grass came like a storm, and with a "hum," it completely enveloped the "jade sculpture" that Long Aotian had transformed into, attempting to completely bind him.

However, the moment the Blue Silver Grass touched Long Aotian's body, a dazzling purple-gold light suddenly burst forth from him, like a blazing sun, illuminating everything around him in a golden hue.

This layer of purplish-gold light came with great force, but it was fleeting, like a flash in the pan, and quickly dissipated into the air.

The lustrous glow on Long Aotian's body became somewhat scattered, and his body swayed slightly, clearly affected by Tang Ya's attack.

Seeing this, Tang Ya let out a muffled groan, a serious expression appearing on his face. He knew that although his attack had affected Long Aotian to some extent, it had not caused him any real harm.

The strength that Long Aotian displayed far exceeded his expectations, which made him feel a little pressured. However, Tang Ya was not discouraged by this; instead, it fueled his fighting spirit.

His gaze hardened, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He had sensed an incredibly profound and unfathomable realm from Long Aotian's defense—a supreme state where spiritual power, soul power, and even the physical body were integrated with heaven and earth.

This level of understanding was something Tang Ya had never experienced before, and something he had always longed for.

Being able to personally experience the wonders of this realm in battle was a great inspiration to Tang Ya.

This is exactly the realm he has been searching for.

Such combat experience was invaluable to him. The strength of his opponent was also severely pushing Tang Ya's own potential to its limits.

After blocking the attack, Long Aotian's eyes showed a hint of surprise. He lightly touched the ground with his toes and glided towards Tang Ya as if he were skimming along the ground.

One after another, spirit rings rose from beneath his feet: yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black. Seven spirit rings, and they were even more than the optimal combination, with four ten-thousand-year spirit rings among them.

This soul ring configuration is something that only Tang Ya, besides herself, has achieved, even within the Holy Spirit Sect.

Tang Ya finally understood why her opponent exerted such immense pressure on her; Long Aotian's strength had indeed reached a terrifying level she had never seen before.

Seven rings! Soul Saint.

She's the same as her, but their strengths are on completely different levels.

It's like the difference between an elite and an ordinary Soul Master.

Long Aotian was not the first Soul Saint level expert to appear in this competition. The last one to appear was the Three-Legged Golden Toad Soul Master Xiao Hongchen.

But as many people can guess, Xiao Hongchen's ability to reach the seventh level of cultivation was largely due to drugs and some special methods.

It's even possible that this was achieved by over-stimulating one's own potential at the expense of future growth speed.

Is this Long Aotian in front of me?

Of course not. Born into the Body Sect, and having already reached the state of oneness with heaven and man, how could he possibly have achieved such a state through drugs?

His cultivation level was clearly achieved through his own arduous training. And for a Soul Saint to be born into the Body Sect... how terrifying is that!

Four ten-thousand-year spirit rings—this level of spirit rings even surpasses that of the Unbreakable Douluo standing beside him.

Zheng Zhan only has four ten-thousand-year soul rings.

The Body Sect has produced such a powerful figure among its younger generation.

Everyone's expression changed drastically.

Even on the platform, Crown Prince Xu Tianran, Jing Hongchen, and the mysterious Imperial Advisor all showed fluctuations in their auras after seeing the seven spirit rings rising from Long Aotian's body.

Before Long Aotian appeared, Qiu'er was hailed as the number one player in this competition and the representative with the strongest individual combat power.

At this moment, although Long Aotian had not yet made a real move, it was clear to everyone that his level was definitely above Qiu'er's.

It's just unknown what his martial spirit is.

Long Aotian flashed by, like a gentle breeze sweeping across the water, and in the blink of an eye, he crossed a hundred meters and arrived in front of Tang Ya.

He didn't use any soul power; he simply raised his right hand and made a seemingly gentle pressing motion towards Tang Ya.

However, this seemingly casual action instantly caused the entire competition stage to tremble.

Tang Ya felt an invisible yet powerful pressure surging in from all directions, as if the whole world had become Long Aotian's weapon. The air, the sunlight, and even the space itself carried a heavy sense of oppression, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

Tang Ya's pupils contracted slightly. She sensed that Long Aotian's attack was not aimed at her physical body, but at a complete suppression of her spirit and will, attempting to completely defeat her before the battle even began.

Faced with this invisible yet powerful pressure, Tang Ya felt no fear. Instead, it ignited a fierce fighting spirit within her. Her eyes gleamed with excitement, as if she were witnessing an unprecedented challenge.

She took a deep breath, channeled her soul power to its limit, and slowly raised her right hand, clenching her five fingers into a fist.

As she moved, a powerful golden light burst forth from her body, enveloping her entirely in a golden glow.

Immediately afterwards, a huge golden figure emerged from behind her. It was a slender female figure with three pairs of golden wings on her back. Her face was blurred, but she exuded a sacred and inviolable aura.

The moment the golden figure appeared, the invisible pressure released by Long Aotian immediately eased, as if it had been blocked by something.

The golden figure slowly raised its right hand, clenched it into a fist, and faced Long Aotian's palm head-on.

Two palms, one white and one gold, collided silently in mid-air. There was no earth-shattering roar or violent energy fluctuations, only visible ripples spreading out from the two palms.

The golden and white light intertwined to form a strange and beautiful pattern. In the center of the pattern, two palms seemed to be frozen in time, neither of them able to move forward even an inch.

However, this tranquility lasted for less than a moment. The next instant, the two forces erupted simultaneously, transforming into two light curtains of different colors that collided and impacted violently on the competition stage, producing a deafening roar.

Tang Ya stood motionless, while the golden figure behind her shattered like glass the instant the light screen exploded, eventually dissipating into the air.

Long Aotian stood there motionless, but his eyes revealed undisguised surprise.

This is definitely not a soul skill, but a combat skill. But what exactly is this combat skill?

No one can know.

Long Aotian's heart skipped a beat, sensing a powerful threat. He shifted his stance and swiftly retreated a step. He raised his right arm high, fingers together, like a sharp longsword pointing straight at the sky. In an instant, milky-white light surged from his body, rapidly spreading across his entire arm, bathing him in a jade-like radiance. At the same time, behind him, the air violently distorted, as if an invisible force was compressing and condensing, vaguely forming a gigantic, twisted phantom of a longsword, radiating a chillingly sharp aura.

"Sizzle—"

Long Aotian swung his arm down, and the distorted phantom of the longsword behind him, formed from compressed air, slashed down with a piercing shriek, as if to tear space itself apart. (End of Chapter)