Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

Ye Guyi let out a painful groan, her body trembling violently, but she was unable to break free from the chains binding her.

Blood gushed from her wounds, tracing tragic arcs in the air before instantly evaporating into countless gray-black wisps of air, like deathly smoke, permeating the arena.

Ye Guyi's eyes were empty, as if she had lost the pull of her soul, leaving only endless pain and despair.

All the chains suddenly retracted, dragging her, along with her pierced and bound Ye Guyi, into the terrifying gate of the dead. To everyone, that gate was like an entrance to hell, filled with unknown fears.

The Gate of the Dead slowly closed, and in the instant it closed, it transformed into a gaping, menacing maw with sharp teeth, as if it were about to devour Ye Guyi completely.

The enormous mouth chewed vigorously, making chilling sounds, as if it were enjoying this bloody feast.

The entire room fell silent; everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events.

A chill ran from the soles of their feet straight to the top of their heads, and everyone felt a coldness down their spines and broke out in a cold sweat.

A crack suddenly appeared in the sky above the arena, and the Gate of the Dead vanished silently, as if it had never existed.

In a flash of light, the two-and-a-half-meter-tall metal body reappeared on the competition stage, standing proudly.

At this moment, the competition stage was completely silent. Although the steel body was still upright, it was filled with a sinister and terrifying aura in everyone's eyes.

Everyone unconsciously lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at his face, as if some terrible secret was hidden there.

And the color of his eyes, which had originally shimmered with a faint golden light, turned blood red, like burning flames, exuding a chilling killing intent.

"Who else?" These three words came from behind the mask of cold rain, as if carrying the chilling air of an ancient glacier, bone-chilling and piercing. Each word struck the heart of everyone present like a heavy hammer, vibrating their eardrums and penetrating deep into their souls, stirring up waves of trembling.

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a suffocating sense of oppression, as if a demon king from hell was declaring his sovereignty.

Silence, a deathly silence. The air seemed to freeze, not even a breath of wind dared to stir.

On the viewing platform, the once noisy crowd fell silent, everyone holding their breath as if afraid of disturbing the eerie tranquility.

The chief referee, Ye Yulin, who was suspended in mid-air, was pale and his facial muscles were twitching uncontrollably.

He felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, almost stopping its beating.

A bead of cold sweat slid down his temple and dripped onto his clothes, leaving a dark stain.

He suddenly realized that, despite his strength as an eight-ring Soul Douluo, he felt a deep-seated fear in front of this unfathomable young man.

This fear did not stem from a difference in strength, but rather from a tremor that originated from the depths of the soul, as if facing a gaze from the abyss.

A demonic spirit master! This young man is actually such a powerful demonic spirit master!

Ye Yulin's mind went blank. He couldn't understand why a genius soul master with such talent would choose to fall into the dark abyss of evil soul masters.

Why? Why would a promising Soul Master genius choose this path of no return? Ye Yulin's heart was filled with struggle and pain.

He seemed to see a brilliant star falling into endless darkness, letting out a final, desperate sigh.

He knew that the Holy Spirit Cult would never let such a talented evil spirit master go. He also knew that he absolutely could not, and would never, take an evil spirit master as his disciple.

"Clap, clap, clap..." The sudden applause broke the suffocating silence. The applause was crisp and loud, sounding particularly jarring in the silent hall, as if it were mocking, or perhaps praising.

Han Yu followed the sound and saw a pair of eerily beautiful gray-blue eyes.

Those eyes were like the deep night sky, gleaming with a cold light, as if they could see through all disguises.

The owner of those eyes was none other than the vice-leader of the Holy Spirit Cult. She sat elegantly in the VIP section, a playful smile on her face, as if admiring a fine work of art.

Following closely behind, the four elders of the Holy Spirit Church also applauded. Their eyes were filled with excitement and fervor, as if they were welcoming the return of a king.

Among tens of thousands of audience members, only five of them were applauding.

This eerie scene, in stark contrast to the surrounding silence, seemed all the more jarring.

This sudden applause, however, awakened long-buried memories for many. They recalled the terrifying legends surrounding the Holy Spirit Cult, and the souls struggling in the darkness.

He won! Han, representing the Xishui Alliance, won the final victory in this Mingdu Soul Master Elite Competition.

Ye Yulin slowly landed on the competition stage, her eyes fixed on Han Yu in front of her with a complex expression.

His heart was filled with contradictions and struggles, as if two voices were constantly clashing.

A voice told him that this dangerous evil spirit master must be nipped in the bud immediately, or the consequences would be dire. He even had an impulse to bring down the Sun and Moon Divine Needles from the sky at all costs and completely destroy this guy.

A genius soul master, and also a genius evil soul master.

At such a young age, with such talent, is he truly someone the empire can control in the future? And with such a genius descendant, how prosperous will the Holy Spirit Cult become? Ye Yulin dared not imagine.

But in the end, he didn't dare.

Below him, five evil soul masters at the title Douluo level were watching him intently.

Their eyes were as cold as venomous snakes, as if they were ready to strike a fatal blow at any moment. Under such circumstances, he dared not make a move.

Han Yu stood on the stage, her figure upright, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, its edge fully revealed.

He looked around, his gaze sweeping over the faces that were filled with shock, awe, or fear, and a sense of pride welled up inside him.

There were many powerful figures present, including titled Douluo and level nine Soul Masters, each possessing world-destroying power. But for him, Han Yu, the gap in strength between him and these powerful figures was like an insurmountable chasm.

However, he controlled the entire situation by accurately grasping people's hearts.

He saw through the evil spirit master's ambitions and took advantage of the fear of the three major underground forces, turning the originally hostile forces into his own protective umbrella.

He was like a chess player, strategizing and planning meticulously, turning the entire arena into his own chessboard.

Beneath the metal mask, Han Yu's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile. Today's gains far exceeded his expectations.

He not only won the game, but more importantly, he integrated his various abilities and reached a new level.

He clenched his fists, feeling the surging power within him, his young heart pounding in his chest. He seemed to hear a voice calling from the depths of his heart: Call me, Ever-Changing Cold Rain!

Ye Yulin's gaze was complex and profound. He stared at Han Yu on the stage for a long time before slowly announcing the final result: "Xi Shui Alliance, Han, wins." His voice was slightly hoarse, as if he had used up all his strength.

The representatives of the Oudu Chamber of Commerce and the Pingfan Alliance should have expressed their dissatisfaction with this result, but at this moment they remained silent and dared not utter a sound.

The strength and methods Han Yu displayed instilled a deep fear in them. They were not only afraid of Han Yu himself, but also of the five menacing evil soul masters behind him.

The five evil soul masters stood quietly below the stage, no longer concealing their auras, their powerful pressure permeating the entire arena.

They were like five towering mountain peaks, making people feel suffocated.

If such a young evil spirit master is able to kill and devour a powerful person with a holy angel martial soul, then what kind of terrifying power do these even more powerful evil spirit masters possess?

Han Yu's gaze swept across everyone's faces, finally landing on Ye Yulin.

He nodded slightly and said calmly, "Since I have won, please give me the reward, Chief Referee."

As soon as he finished speaking, several figures appeared silently beside Han Yu. They were the vice leader of the Holy Spirit Sect and four elders.

The vice-leader wore a long black robe, her face hidden beneath a hood, revealing only a pair of eyes that gleamed with an eerie light. She remained silent, but the powerful aura emanating from her caused Ye Yulin's expression to change drastically.

Super Douluo!

This woman is actually a Super Douluo!

Moreover, he is a super Douluo-level evil soul master!

Nangong Wan took a deep breath, his chest bulging as if he wanted to absorb all the joy of victory into his body.

He slowly exhaled, a smug smile curving his lips, his gaze sweeping across the entire room with disdain, finally settling on An Litong and Shangguan Weier.

He cleared his throat and announced loudly, "The champion of the Mingdu Soul Instructor Elite Competition belongs to my Xishui Alliance!" His voice was loud and powerful, echoing in the empty competition venue, and every word struck An Litong and Shangguan Weier's hearts.

He paused briefly, giving the two time to process the fact, before continuing, "From this moment on, our bet is complete."

He deliberately emphasized the word "completed," as if reminding the two of their impending fate. He tilted his head slightly, asking with a hint of provocation, "An Litong, Shangguan Weier, what else do you have to say?"

Upon hearing Nangong Wan's announcement, the two underworld bosses stood up almost simultaneously. An Litong's face was ashen, his lips pressed tightly together, and veins bulged on his forehead, revealing his extreme anger and resentment.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, wanting to retort but unable to find the right words.

His gaze swept over the five evil soul masters on the stage, and a sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.

Finally, he shook his head with difficulty, forcibly suppressing his anger.

Shangguan Wei'er appeared even more silent. Her delicate face had lost its former radiance, replaced by a numbness and blankness.

Her eyes were vacant, as if they had lost focus, and filled with a deep sorrow.

Ye Guyi's death struck her like a bolt from the blue, leaving her heart reeling from the immense blow.

Seeing the two remain silent, Nangong Wan became even more smug. He said arrogantly, "Fine, since you have nothing to say, let's proceed according to the rules."

He paused, then continued, "Come to my Xishui Alliance headquarters tomorrow, and we'll discuss the follow-up matters properly." His tone was full of unquestionable authority, as if he already considered the two of them as his own.

An Litong could no longer tolerate this humiliation. He snorted coldly, turned and left without looking back, taking his men with him as they departed the competition venue.

His back view was filled with anger and resentment, like a wounded beast silently licking its wounds.

Shangguan Weier's gaze suddenly turned venomous. She glared fiercely at Han Yu on the stage, her eyes filled with flames of hatred.

In her view, the cold rain was the culprit behind all this tragedy.

She turned abruptly and quickly left the competition venue, her figure disappearing into the crowd, leaving behind only a chilling aura.

The match ended, and it ended in such a spectacular way.

The nobles and spectators present, including the gamblers who had won money, all hurriedly got up and left.

They seemed frightened and eager to flee this place of trouble.

They really didn't want to see that terrifying demon king whose entire body was covered by a humanoid soul tool again.

Yes, in their eyes, Han Yu at this moment was no different from a demon king.

One by one, the rewards were placed in front of Han Yu.

Tons of rare metals were piled up like mountains, gleaming with metallic luster. And then there was the most important of all—the level-nine soul tool, the Sun and Moon Divine Needle.

The Sun and Moon Needles are actually two ring-shaped soul guides, one large and one small.

The larger one is about 1.5 meters in diameter, and is entirely golden, radiating a dazzling light.

The smaller ones are about one meter in diameter, and are entirely silver, emitting a soft glow.

The two ring-shaped soul tools were engraved with complex and mysterious patterns. Even Han Yu, who actually had the skill of a seventh-level soul master, felt dizzy when he looked at them.

Ye Yulin took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, a sigh filling the air. With slightly trembling hands, he handed the Sun and Moon Divine Needle to Han Yu.

The soul tool shimmered in his hand, seemingly containing boundless energy. A steady voice emanated from him: "To wield this Sun and Moon Divine Needle, your cultivation level must reach at least the eighth ring."

He paused, a serious look in his eyes, "Otherwise, you simply won't be able to control its violent power, nor will you have enough soul power to support its operation."

His gaze fell on Han Yu, carrying a hint of warning, "Remember, never try to decipher this soul tool of mine, otherwise, the energy it contains will be enough to pulverize you." (End of Chapter)