Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

Han Yu's voice came from the humanoid soul tool, still maintaining a mechanical quality, without any emotional fluctuation.

"If there's nothing else, we'll be going now."

At this moment, Han Yu was still inside his humanoid soul tool and had not appeared. He lifted his foot to leave, his figure steady and without the slightest hesitation.

"Wait a moment."

The vice-leader's voice suddenly rang out, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

With a wave of his hand, he blocked the path of Han Yu and Yuan Gun Gun. The movement seemed casual, but it contained a powerful fluctuation of soul power.

Han Yu stopped walking, and the humanoid soul tool rotated slightly, emitting a soft mechanical grinding sound. "What?" His voice remained calm, without any discernible emotion.

"Does helping you win the competition mean we can't leave?" the vice-leader said with a smile. "Of course not. We just have something we'd like to discuss with you."

His gaze fell on the humanoid soul tool, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

"Judging from your abilities, you must be a demonic spirit master."

Han Yu remained silent, simply standing there quietly, her humanoid soul tool motionless, like a silent sculpture.

"What does this have to do with you?" After a moment, his voice rang out again, still calm, but with a hint of coldness that was hard to detect.

Despite Han Yu's cold and hard attitude, the vice-leader remained calm, as if he had expected it.

A faint smile played on her lips, her tone gentle yet carrying an undeniable certainty: "Of course it's related, because we are the same kind."

As soon as she finished speaking, a chilling aura suddenly erupted from her.

This aura was cold and malevolent, as if it came from the deepest hell, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

Han Yu and Yuan Gungun's expressions changed drastically, their pupils contracting sharply. They felt a chill run from their feet to the top of their heads, as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

My body was stiff, my blood seemed to freeze, and even breathing became difficult.

At the same time, a dazzling gray-blue halo erupted behind the vice-leader.

The halo rapidly spread, rippling outwards and enveloping the entire arena. A sharp, piercing shriek tore through the air, deafeningly loud.

The howling sound was filled with evil and violence, and it sent chills down one's spine.

A gray-blue light shot into the sky, swirling and dancing in the air before finally coalescing into a gigantic phoenix. This phoenix was entirely gray-blue, its wings spread wide, blotting out the sun.

It exudes a chilling, malevolent aura, as if it wants to devour everything in the world.

Under the gray-blue light, the sky rapidly changed color. The once clear sky instantly became gloomy and oppressive, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Han Yu and Yuan Gungun were horrified; they had never felt such a powerful evil aura before.

This aura was more powerful than any evil spirit master they had ever encountered before, as if it wanted to tear their souls apart.

Their bodies trembled, their muscles tense, as if they were about to collapse at any moment.

They felt their souls were imprisoned, unable to move, as if an invisible hand were choking them.

"Evil Phoenix! It's actually the Evil Phoenix Martial Soul!" Han Yu exclaimed in his heart, recognizing this powerful Martial Soul.

The Evil Phoenix is ​​a powerful martial soul that comes very close to the ultimate evil, possessing world-destroying power.

"This vice sect leader is definitely a Super Douluo!" Yuan Gungun thought to himself. He could sense that the vice sect leader's cultivation was unfathomable, and might even have exceeded level ninety-five.

The four elders standing behind the vice leader had already retreated several meters away, their faces filled with awe.

They looked at the deputy leader with eyes full of admiration and respect.

The vice-leader's voice remained gentle, like a spring breeze, yet it possessed an irresistible magic: "You see, we are the same kind of people." She looked at Han Yu with a hint of appreciation in her eyes, "Although I can't quite discern what your evil martial soul is, by joining us, you will have everything."

Her voice seemed to possess a strange, alluring power, causing Han Yu's heart to beat faster involuntarily, and a feeling of sudden attraction welled up within her.

"You can use the power of light to unleash the abilities of an evil soul master?" The vice-leader's tone carried a hint of admiration. "I really like that soul skill that's similar to summoning the undead."

You are the holy son our religion has been searching for.

"With the arrival of the Holy Son, our religion will flourish." The vice-leader's tone became even more resolute. "Join our religion, and you will become the master of this world in the future."

It should be noted that the audience had not completely dispersed yet, and those ordinary people who had not left were all transformed into gray-blue statues under the gray-blue light in the sky, unable to move.

Their faces were filled with fear and despair, as if they were witnessing the end of the world.

Above their heads, it seemed as if twisted souls were struggling in terror, emitting silent wails.

Han Yu's lips curled up slightly, a barely perceptible sneer spreading across his face.

The audacity of the Holy Spirit Cult is utterly outrageous! This is not merely a simple provocation, but a blatant act of contempt! The message revealed behind this sent a chill down Han Yu's spine.

Their brazenness and blatantness can only be explained by one thing: they have absolute confidence in themselves!

This confidence is not blind arrogance, but rather stems from strong capabilities.

Come to think of it, with two veteran Limit Douluos standing at the pinnacle of the Soul Master world in charge, the Holy Spirit Cult certainly has enough confidence to despise everything.

If it were any other force, they would probably have kept their tails between their legs long ago, how could they dare to be so arrogant and domineering? Possessing such great power, a lack of confidence would seem rather cowardly.

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"Who! Who! Who did this?!" Xu Tianran's roar was like thunder, echoing over the palace and making the roof tiles vibrate.

He suddenly stood up, his hands clenched into fists, veins bulging, like a ferocious beast about to go berserk.

"You piece of trash! Why don't you lose yourself too!" Xu Tianran's gaze was like a blade piercing Xu Guozhong, his eyes burning with raging anger, wishing he could devour him alive.

Xu Guozhong's body trembled violently, his face was deathly pale, and large beads of sweat kept sliding down his forehead.

Although Xu Tianran was disabled, he dared not underestimate his opponent in the slightest.

He knew all too well how ruthless the Crown Prince was, and that if he were to anger him, the consequences would be unimaginable.

It's not impossible that the other party would actually take his life.

"Your Highness, I...I know my crime..." Xu Guozhong's lips trembled as he uttered a few words with difficulty.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but the fear in his heart surged up like a tide, almost engulfing him.

He knew that any explanation at this moment would seem weak and powerless.

The fact is that the item is lost, and no matter how eloquently he tries to explain it, he cannot change that fact.

"You admit your guilt? What good is admitting your guilt! The things are lost, do you think your admission of guilt can make up for the loss? Do you know how much damage you have caused the empire? I wish I could kill you! I..."

Xu Tianran's roar exploded in Xu Guozhong's ears like thunder. He felt his eardrums buzzing and his head spinning.

"Your Highness! Your Highness! Something terrible has happened!" A servant came running over, his voice trembling so badly it was almost incoherent, his face filled with terror and grief.

"What is it now! Are you bunch of good-for-nothings cursing me again!" Xu Tianran roared, his anger erupting like a volcano.

"Your Highness... His Majesty... His Majesty... has passed away..." The servant knelt on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

The attendant staggered, his face as pale as paper, his lips trembling as he uttered a few words in fits and starts: "Your Majesty... His Majesty he..." He took a deep breath, as if trying to calm himself, but then choked up from the extreme grief, tears streaming down his face and blurring his vision.

He raised his hand and hastily wiped away his tears, his voice trembling even more violently, "The soul tool... the news of the stolen soul tool has arrived... His Majesty... His Majesty..."

The attendant's breathing became rapid, his chest heaving violently, as if he might faint at any moment. "His Majesty... he couldn't catch his breath..."

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as if something was stuck there, making it difficult for him to speak.

"Old illness... old illness relapse..." Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with pain and despair.

"And then...and then..." The servant's voice grew softer and softer, until it almost turned into a silent sob.

He let his hands hang limply, as if he had lost all support and was about to collapse.

Xu Tianran's face, which had been flushed with anger, turned deathly pale in an instant, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over his face.

His clenched fists unconsciously loosened, his fingertips trembling slightly.

His facial muscles twitched uncontrollably, and the corners of his eyes twitched as if an invisible thread was pulling at his nerves.

A strange glint flashed in his eyes, a complex emotion mixed with shock and a hint of barely perceptible...joy.

He took a deep breath, trying to control his trembling body and hide that strange emotion deep in his eyes.

The emperor's death was undoubtedly a huge blow to him, but at the same time, it was also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

This means that he, as the crown prince, can finally rightfully inherit the throne.

He had painstakingly built up his strength over many years, and the biggest obstacle he faced was the power of Xu Guozhong's faction.

Now that Xu Guozhong has committed such a heinous crime, his power is bound to crumble. It all seems like fate's arrangement, paving the way for him to ascend the throne.

He turned to look at Xu Guozhong, whose face was ashen, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He gritted his teeth, a surge of indescribable excitement welling up inside him.

He took a deep breath and suddenly cried out, "Father! Father! Why did you leave us like this!" Two lines of tears welled up in his eyes and slid down his cheeks. It was hard to tell whether they were genuine emotions or deliberate pretense.

He cried out in despair, as helpless as a child who had lost a loved one.

"Guards! Take Xu Guozhong away and execute him on the spot!" He turned around abruptly and shouted sharply, his voice filled with anger and determination.

"This person caused a large number of soul tools to be stolen, shaking the foundation of our country. Even if he is a member of the royal family, he cannot be tolerated!" he said decisively, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

"Yes!" the guards responded in unison, and quickly stepped forward to drag Xu Guozhong, who had collapsed to the ground, away.

Surrounded by mountains, the sun and moon are obscured.

This is the central point of the Western Mountains of the Sun and Moon Empire, a huge valley that spans more than ten miles in circumference.

The entire valley, however, is perfectly round.

The valley sank into a semi-circle, filled with crystal-clear lake water. The surface of the lake shimmered, and the bottom was visible. Just then, several figures broke the tranquility of the place.

They were actually flying through the air, and soon arrived above the lake. Upon closer inspection, it could be seen that there were four people in total.

Two of them were veiled in black, each carrying a young man and a young woman. The young man and woman were currently exclaiming in surprise.

But they were completely unable to move, and couldn't even struggle.

The man in black, carrying the two, soared through the night sky like a falcon, finally landing directly above the center of the lake. A cold wind howled, clothes fluttered, and the two were lifted high into the air, with the unfathomable dark lake water beneath their feet.

Fear surged through him like a tidal wave, and the young man let out a piercing scream: "What are you going to do?!" His voice trembled and echoed in the night air.

One of the men in black spoke in a hoarse voice, like a whisper from hell: "We are going to hold a grand ceremony, and we need human sacrifices."

You two are a perfect match. Choose one; whoever is willing to be the sacrifice, the other can live.

The girl was young, seemingly newly married. Her voice trembled as she pleaded, "No...please, let us go..." Her eyes were full of pleading as she looked at her husband, hoping he could come up with a solution.

Her husband stared blankly at her, his eyes vacant, as if he had lost the ability to think.

Suddenly, as if provoked by something, he let out a hysterical roar: "I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Use her as a sacrifice, use her!"

His wife looked at him in shock, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Their vows of eternal love crumbled so easily in the face of death. Her lips trembled as she questioned him, "How could you do this? You promised to protect me! You liar!"

The husband was also on the verge of a breakdown, shouting almost frantically, "Life is only once! Once you die, you have nothing! What did you mean by the look you gave me just now? Weren't you just trying to make me sacrifice myself for you? I've been so good to you, why can't you sacrifice yourself for me and let me live!"

The wife also became hysterical, crying and shouting, "You're talking nonsense! I want to live, I want to live with you! You die! You're the one who should die! Sirs, kill him! Kill him!"

Two flashes of cold light, like the scythe of death, instantly severed the throats of the two men.

Blood gushed out, like blooming flowers of death, dripping onto the calm lake surface, creating ripples. (End of Chapter)