Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

Ye Guyi's movements were swift and fluid. She wielded her longsword, and a huge sword beam, three zhang long and about one zhang wide, descended from the sky like a stunning rainbow, cleaving through the cold rain.

This is Ye Guyi's second soul skill—Holy Spirit Slash, which contains the powerful force of the Holy Angel Martial Soul.

Faced with this fierce attack, Han Yu felt as if his soul was firmly locked, and the huge sword light, with its earth-shattering momentum, descended from the sky and enveloped him.

Seven lich witches surrounded Han Yu, chanting incantations that swirled and coiled in the air like venomous snakes.

A chilling aura spread, and the surrounding temperature plummeted, as if even the air itself had frozen. Han Yu raised his hands, palms facing upwards, and a powerful energy surge erupted from his body, merging with the energy of the seven lich witches to form a massive energy vortex.

The energy vortex grew faster and stronger, eventually tearing a golden crack above Han Yu's head.

The crack was not straight, but meandered like lightning, radiating a chilling energy. The edges of the crack shimmered with golden light, as if connecting to another world.

Then, a huge, pale white skull slowly emerged from the crack. The skull was so large that it was astonishing, about the size of a small house.

It wasn't a complete skull, but rather just bones, smooth as jade, without a trace of flesh or blood. The pale white bones looked particularly eerie against the backdrop of the golden cracks.

If anyone present had ever witnessed the earth-shattering battle between the Tang Sect and the Holy Spirit Sect, they would immediately recognize that this was the skull of a bone dragon! Moreover, compared to the bone dragon that Yan Feng had transformed into, this bone dragon's skull was much larger, at least five times the size of Yan Feng's true martial soul form.

This was clearly a fully grown bone dragon! The evil spirit masters recognized the origin of this enormous creature at a glance, and a sense of fear rose in their hearts.

Two dazzling golden flames of soul fire burned in the eye sockets of this adult bone dragon, radiating an aura of light. This aura of light was incongruous with the image of the bone dragon, making it appear particularly eerie.

Golden light, like liquid, flowed slowly down the bone dragon's cheekbones, as if it were its tears.

The enormous skull slowly rose, emitting a silent roar.

Although there was no sound, this silent roar contained immense pressure, making everyone present tremble with fear.

Just then, a dazzling holy light pierced the sky and struck the massive skull of the bone dragon.

A crisp crackling sound resounded through the sky, and holy light scattered everywhere. However, the bone dragon's skull remained intact, without even a crack.

The golden soul fire pulsed violently, and the bone dragon's enormous mouth suddenly opened, spewing out a ball of pale golden dragon flame that shot straight toward Ye Guyi.

This dragon flame is no ordinary flame; it contains powerful soul energy, enough to incinerate everything.

After spewing out dragonfire, the massive skull of the bone dragon slowly retracted into the golden crack, which then closed and disappeared.

Ye Guyi never expected that her opponent would be so powerful, that even the Holy Spirit Slash couldn't harm her in the slightest.

A pale golden dragon flame rushed towards her, its powerful aura causing the holy light around her to surge violently, like a raging storm.

Faced with such a powerful attack, Ye Guyi, fearless like a newborn calf, showed no fear whatsoever; instead, it fueled her fighting spirit. Her fifth spirit ring shone brightly, and a holy sword as dazzling as the sun reappeared in her hand.

The holy sword, imbued with unparalleled sharpness, slashed fiercely at the massive ball of dragon flame. The sword's sharpness was indeed extraordinary; it actually cleaved the dragon flame in two, slicing it across her body.

However, even so, Ye Guyi was not in good condition. The powerful impact caused her to stagger and involuntarily take a few steps back, her pretty face turning somewhat pale.

The vice-leader of the Holy Spirit Church uttered a single, heavy "good," a monosyllabic word that seemed to contain immense force, striking the air and creating an invisible ripple.

His once calm face now blossomed like a chrysanthemum, every wrinkle smoothing out, filled with admiration.

He couldn't help but stand up, placing his hands on the table in front of him, leaning slightly forward, and staring intently at Han Yu on the field.

"A combined summoning technique, such skill is truly rare!" he exclaimed softly, his tone filled with barely concealed excitement.

He recalled the glimpse of the bone dragon he had just seen—its enormous body, its menacing skeleton, its terrifying aura—all of which proclaimed its extraordinary nature.

"That skeletal dragon was far beyond the reach of ordinary undead creatures. The energy fluctuations it contained even surpassed those of ordinary ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts!" He turned to look at Nangong Wan beside him, his tone carrying a hint of praise. "Nangong Wan, you have made a great contribution to our sect by discovering such a talent!" He paused for a moment, his eyes flickering, as if he were thinking about something.

Then, his tone became serious, "However, I'm afraid Han Yu cannot be your disciple." Nangong Wan was startled and quickly bowed, replying, "Yes."

Although my heart was filled with regret, I was even more shocked.

Although Han Yu doesn't seem to have a high level of cultivation, his ability to summon an adult bone dragon to attack earlier shows that this kid's potential is absolutely unfathomable! The vice sect leader continued, "I will personally report to the sect leader that our previous guesses are likely correct."

He could very well be the Holy Son of our sect descended! A storm raged within Nangong Wan once more. The Holy Son had descended! This was the long-awaited dream of the Holy Spirit Sect for ten thousand years!

If Han Yu is truly the Holy Son, then the revival of the Holy Spirit Cult is just around the corner! He secretly glanced at Han Yu and sighed inwardly: This kid has a truly promising future! Yan Feng died in battle a few days ago, and the cult leader was furious, casting a shadow over the entire Holy Spirit Cult.

The appearance of this cold rain undoubtedly gave the Holy Spirit Church a shot in the arm.

Although he may not be as strong as Yan Feng, his potential is much greater, and it can even be said that it is limitless!

If his summoning had been completed... Nangong Wan imagined the scene of the skeletal dragon fully manifesting in his mind. What a terrifying sight that would have been.

I'm afraid even ordinary Title Douluos wouldn't be able to withstand it! Of course, to complete that level of summoning, Han Yu himself would probably need to reach the level of a Title Douluo.

At the same time, after Han Yu repelled Ye Guyi, the seven lich witches beside him also disappeared, as if they had merged into the air.

He continued chanting obscure incantations, his voice low and rhythmic, like demonic chants from hell. Before him, a ghastly white door slowly rose, its surface carved with grotesque and terrifying patterns, exuding an eerie and horrifying aura.

"Open, Gate of the Dead!" Han Yu finally shouted a sentence that the spectators could understand.

His voice, though not loud, carried clearly throughout the entire arena, exuding an undeniable authority. Once the gate was fully revealed, Han Yu stepped inside without hesitation, his figure vanishing instantly, leaving only an empty space.

Immediately afterwards, hordes of skeleton soldiers poured out of the Gate of the Dead, surging towards Ye Guyi like a tidal wave.

Without exception, these skeleton soldiers all shimmered with a faint golden light, making them appear exceptionally eerie. As undead creatures, their greatest characteristic was their fearlessness in the face of death; even with their bones shattered, they would struggle to continue their attack.

Ye Guyi swept his longsword horizontally, the sword light flashing, and with each strike, a skeleton fell to the ground and turned into a pile of broken bones.

However, her expression grew increasingly grim.

Her sacred angel martial soul is a natural nemesis of evil creatures and evil soul masters.

As long as she kills and purifies the evil creature, her cultivation will receive pure purifying power in return, restoring her soul power and enhancing her cultivation level. This is her greatest trump card.

Ye Guyi was filled with doubt and shock.

These undead creatures seemed to be bathed in holy light, showing no fear whatsoever at her attacks with divine attributes.

Her sacred light, which she was so proud of, was like sunlight falling on snow—it didn't melt, it didn't burn, and it didn't even leave a trace.

They charged forward fearlessly, seemingly oblivious to the oppressive power of the sacred light.

In the past, the Holy Light was extremely lethal to undead creatures, and could even purify their souls and replenish her soul power.

But now, after these undead creatures were struck by the holy light, not a single bit of soul energy was returned to her.

Could these really be undead creatures with the attribute of light? This inexplicable situation was hard for her to believe.

Attributes don't lie; she clearly sensed that these undead creatures emanated an aura of light. What on earth was going on?

The sea of ​​skeletons surged like a tide; this was the first wave of the undead army's attack.

Their bones were stark white, and their eye sockets burned with eerie blue flames, making a crackling sound as they marched forward in orderly steps.

Following the sea of ​​skeletons, a large number of liches appeared, dressed in tattered gray robes, wielding bone staffs, and chanting eerie incantations.

More powerful skeleton cavalry gradually appeared on the arena. Riding tall skeletal warhorses and wielding rusty swords, they neighed and charged into battle with ferocious momentum.

Although these undead creatures are not particularly strong individually, their numbers are enormous and they come in an endless stream, like locusts sweeping across the land.

Undeterred by death, they charged towards Ye Guyi one after another, attempting to drown her in a sea of ​​the dead.

Ye Guyi took a deep breath, raised the Seven Star Sword high in her hand, and her fourth soul ring shone brightly.

Her white wings suddenly rose upwards, like an angel spreading its wings, and then slammed downwards with force.

Instantly, layers upon layers of divine light, like gushing spring water, spread outward from her center.

Wherever the holy light passed, countless undead creatures were shattered, blasted away, and reduced to dust. This was her signature move—the Holy Light Array!

If the creatures attacking her were just ordinary undead, then this array of holy light would be enough to wipe them all out.

However, these undead creatures with the attribute of light are exceptionally tenacious, possessing a strong resistance to holy light.

Although the Holy Light Array eliminated some of the skeleton soldiers, the lich and skeleton cavalry continued their fearless charge, showing no signs of defeat.

They surged in like a tide, constantly assaulting the defenses of the Holy Light Array.

Ye Guyi kept unleashing powerful attacks in an attempt to stop the undead army's advance, but her soul power could not be effectively replenished.

The prolonged battle and the depletion of her soul power left her pale, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead.

She felt waves of helplessness wash over her, her heart filled with anxiety and unease.

Below the stage, Nangong Wan exclaimed sincerely, "Yes, this Han must be the descent of a holy son! An undead creature that even holy attributes cannot harm, this is simply wonderful."

Congratulations to the Vice Leader!

The vice-leader was clearly very satisfied with Han Yu's performance. This was definitely a big surprise. Being able to defeat the opponent head-on and win the game meant that the Holy Spirit Church didn't need to fall out with the nobles and the military. Everything would proceed as previously agreed.

Moreover, there is the existence of Han Yu, a super evil soul master genius. With the arrival of the Holy Son, the Holy Cult will surely prosper.

Han Yu's voice, tinged with a hint of helplessness, echoed in Ye Guyi's ear once more: "Now, you should believe me, right?" The voice was like a soft sigh, yet it contained an undeniable certainty.

Ye Guyi gritted her teeth, her white teeth almost breaking. She suppressed her fear and anger and retorted, "Believe what? Believe you, an evil evil spirit master? That's impossible!" Her words were full of distrust and hostility, as if Han Yu were some heinous sinner.

Han Yu sighed softly, as if she felt helpless about Ye Guyi's stubbornness.

"Why can't you understand?" His tone held a hint of bitterness. "If I were truly evil, why wouldn't my summoned creatures be afraid of your holy attributes?"

He paused, then continued, "If I wanted to harm you, why would I waste time talking to you like this? Wouldn't it be simpler to just take action?" He pointed ahead, gesturing for Ye Guyi to observe carefully.

As Han Yu spoke, the gate to the dead, which already exuded a sinister aura, suddenly emitted a low rumble. The runes on the door frame flickered with an even more eerie light, as if a giant beast had opened its blood-red maw to devour its prey.

The Gate of the Dead slowly widened, and an even denser aura of death spread out, sending chills down one's spine.

Accompanied by the deep, rhythmic sound of hooves, knights clad in deathly gray armor, riding tall skeletal warhorses, slowly emerged from the Gate of the Dead.

The sound of horses' hooves pounding on the competition platform was dull and heavy, as if striking Ye Guyi's heart, making her feel oppressed and suffocated.

The knights' armor was etched with the marks of time, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura. (End of Chapter)