However, just as he finished speaking, a hoarse voice sounded out of nowhere, as if coming from all directions:
"Your Majesty, the soul cannon is ready and is now being secretly transported to the border between the two countries."

When Blue White Shark heard this answer, a sinister smile appeared on his lips. He walked to his dragon throne, sat down slowly, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

"Although our royal family does not have an Ultimate Douluo, this thing is enough to kill you."

Blue White Shark whispered to himself, his tone full of confidence and ruthlessness.
"When both of you are defeated, then the entire Douhun Continent will belong to our Lan family."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Blue White Shark couldn't help but burst into laughter, his laughter was full of ambition and madness. The Soul Power Cannon was a magical weapon that the royal family secretly researched and required soul power to activate.

This kind of weapon has never appeared on the Fighting Soul Continent. It is extremely powerful and enough to change the pattern of the entire continent.

After the successful research and development, the royal family kept it secret and did not tell anyone else. Instead, they kept it hidden for the current situation.

The next morning, golden sunlight fell on the Han Family Manor, and two slender figures were reflected on the bluestone slabs in the courtyard. Han Yu and his grandfather Han Guang stood side by side, ready to set off for the southern border.

The two of them tapped their toes and rose into the air as lightly as wild geese, disappearing among the clouds in the blink of an eye.

The biting cold wind whistled past, and the only sound I could hear was the whistling of the wind.

Han Yu looked down at the receding mountains and rivers below, feeling extremely proud, and said to Han Guang beside him:
"Grandpa, at this rate, we can reach the border in less than a day."

Han Guang stroked his beard and nodded approvingly, with a gratified smile on his old face. Han Yu continued:

"Let me take the lead when the time comes, and you stay on the sidelines to help me with the attack. I just made a breakthrough, and I want to see how strong I am now."

As he spoke, he clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with an eagerness to fight.

There was a hint of pride in Han Yu's eyes, he was successful at a young age.

Since the awakening of his martial soul, Han Yu's training has been smooth sailing.

Just like a natural process, he cultivated to the Ultimate Douluo level.

People of his age are at most at the Contra level.

Han Guang laughed and said, "Okay, I will just watch the fight from the sidelines. If you are defeated, I will take action."

"Thank you grandpa."

The two of them headed south, riding the wind at an astonishing speed.

The clouds rolled under our feet, and the mountains and rivers spread out like a scroll.

As the sun gradually set, the clouds in the sky were dyed a brilliant orange-red.

They finally arrived at their destination - Hengyang Mountains.

The cold rain and cold light were suspended in the air, overlooking the magnificent scene below.

The rolling Hengyang Mountains are like a sleeping dragon, stretching between the north and the south, dividing the two vast lands.

The mountains are towering into the clouds, with snow-capped peaks shining brightly in the sun.

The mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist, sometimes as ethereal as a veil, sometimes as surging as waves, adding a touch of mystery to the majestic mountains.

Looking down, on both sides of the mountain range stood two sturdy fortresses.

The city wall is tall and built of huge bluestones. There is a watchtower at regular intervals with flags flying on it and strict guards.

Inside the fortress, soldiers were shuttling back and forth, carrying food, fodder and weapons, creating a busy scene.

Han Yu stared down. He could clearly see the soldiers' nervous expressions and even hear their hurried footsteps and the dull sounds of carrying supplies.

There was a tense atmosphere in the air, like the calm before the storm.

"Let's go, we'll go straight to their military camp,"

Han Guang's voice interrupted Han Yu's contemplation. With a sneer on his face, he pointed to the huge tent in the center of the North Country.

"That old man is in charge inside."

As Han Guang spoke, his body shook slightly and turned into a stream of light flying towards the direction of the Northern Kingdom’s military camp.

Seeing this, Han Yu hurriedly followed.

"Grandpa, didn't you say that Extreme Douluo can't participate in the war between ordinary soul masters?"

Han Yu chased after him and asked in confusion,

"Why is he able to appear in the military camp so openly?"

Han Guang slowed down, turned his head to look at Han Yu, and explained:
"On the surface, Extreme Douluo cannot participate in the war between soul masters."

He paused, his tone somewhat sarcastic.

"But this old guy is different."

"What's the difference?" Han Yu became even more confused.

Han Guang smiled slightly and said:

"In addition to being an Ultimate Douluo, he is also a great general of the royal family."

"In recent years, the younger generation in the North has been in a state of recession, and there has been a lack of talent, resulting in no one available in the empire."

Han Guang continued to explain,
"This old guy had no choice but to lead the troops into battle himself."

"However, he cannot take action in ordinary battles."

Han Guang added, "It can only serve as a commander."

Hearing this, Han Yu nodded to show his understanding.

If that's the case, then it makes sense.

"Grandpa, if he secretly makes a move, with his strength as an Extreme Douluo, I'm afraid no one will be able to discover it, right?"

Han Yu asked with some concern.

"No one can really find it,"

Han Guang said calmly, "But we in the South are not fools."

"His whereabouts are being monitored by our Southern Country's Titled Douluo."

There was a hint of confidence in Han Guang's tone, "At least, that's the case on the surface."

"Besides, he can only do some small tricks at best."

Han Guang continued, "Once you start to massacre soldiers, you will definitely be discovered."

"I'm not a decoration..." As he said this, Han Guang looked at Han Yu meaningfully.

Yes!

If that Extreme Douluo really doesn't care about his face, he would be noticed as soon as he shows the slightest clue.

If this happens once, he will probably not be able to continue to be the leader.

The North has few talented people, and he cannot go to war. So, can't the South just attack the North at will?

"You old bastard, get out here!" Han Guang shouted loudly, his voice exploding like thunder, echoing among the mountains and making people's eardrums buzz.

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a deep breath and his chest swelled up, as if there was a volcano that was about to erupt.

The next moment, he suddenly exhaled the breath, which turned into a visible air wave, sweeping towards the direction of the Northern Kingdom’s military camp.

Wherever the air wave passed, the trees shook violently, leaves fell like rain, and even the sand and stones on the ground were blown up, forming a small sandstorm.

At the same time, there was a burst of hurried footsteps and the clanging sound of armor colliding in the Northern Army camp.

One after another, figures shot up into the sky like arrows, and the air currents they created made the surrounding flags flutter.

They were wearing heavy armor and exuded a murderous aura. They looked like elite soldiers who had experienced hundreds of battles.

The leader was over seven feet tall, with a broad back and strong arms, standing in the air like an iron tower.

He had thick eyebrows like ink, and a pair of piercing eyes that flashed with a sharp light.

His rugged face was covered with whiskers, each of which stood upright like steel needles.

He was wearing a dark black armor with ferocious animal head patterns carved on it, exuding an ancient and powerful aura.

Behind him, more than twenty figures followed closely, standing in the air, surrounding Han Guang and Han Yu.

Although these people have different heights and body shapes, without exception, they all exude a powerful aura and are obviously masters.

Han Yu's eyes were as fast as lightning as he quickly swept across the group of people, and his heart suddenly sank.

He could clearly feel that most of these people were Titled Douluo level masters, and there were even a few whose auras were so strong that they had reached the level of Super Douluo!

At this moment, a sound of breaking air was heard from the South Country, and figures came flying like meteors chasing the moon, and in the blink of an eye they came to Han Guang and Han Yu.

The leader was a man wearing silver armor, with a tall and slender figure, a resolute face, and short hair standing upright. He exuded a fierce aura from his whole body, like a sword drawn from its sheath.

"Master Han Guang, don't panic, we are here!"

He spoke loudly, his voice full of confidence and determination.

Behind him, there were also more than 20 strong men, with powerful auras, no less powerful than those from the Northern Kingdom.

"How is this going?"

"Why are there so many strong people here all of a sudden?"

On the ground, soldiers from both countries looked up at the scene in the sky, each of them stunned, with shock and disbelief on their faces.

They had never seen so many powerful people gathered together, and they had never expected that so many super powerful people who were rarely seen in normal days would appear at the same time today!
On the Southern Country side, more than twenty strong men, led by Han Guang and Han Yu, were suspended on the left, like a black cloud.

On the Northern Kingdom side, more than twenty strong men, led by Zilong, were floating on the right, like a white cloud.

"Old Man Han, what are you trying to do by making such a big scene today?"

Zilong stared at Han Guang with cold eyes, and his tone was as cold as ten thousand years of ice, which made people shudder.

"Do you want to start a war between the two countries?"

The South Country and the North Country are separated by the Hengyang Mountains, each occupying one side. The national strength of the two countries is almost the same. Although there are occasional frictions on weekdays, they are generally harmonious. This is the first time that super powers from both sides have appeared together like today.

Han Guang snorted heavily, and a puff of hot air blew out of his nose. His eyelids fluttered, and his cloudy old eyes rolled up, revealing a disdainful look, and he said in a hoarse voice:
"Zilong, you are asking this question even though you already know the answer. Why?"

He paused, and with a sharp gaze he swept over Zilong, and continued:
"Don't you know that my grandson Han Yu has broken through to the Ultimate Douluo?"

He emphasized his tone and said word by word:

"You are a senior after all, why don't you show any appreciation?"

At the end, Han Guang's tone became cold, with a hint of oppression:

"No, I've brought people to ask you for it myself."

He clenched his right fist and held it in the air, making a crisp "click" sound.

After hearing this, Zilong laughed out loud, his laughter full of disdain and ridicule.

He laughed enough and turned his gaze to Han Yu. His eyes were as cold as a venomous snake and he said in a cold tone:
"It's true that heroes emerge from youth. He has already broken through to the Limit Douluo level at such a young age."

He paused, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and continued:
"However, there is a difference between Ultimate Douluo and Ultimate Douluo."

He stretched out his right index finger, shook it in the air, and said earnestly:

"Young people should not be too impetuous, lest the boat capsize."

Han Yu smiled, neither humble nor arrogant. He bowed slightly, clasped his hands together, and said respectfully:

"Purple Dragon Douluo, I heard that your strength is almost the same as my grandfather's."

He stood up, his eyes flashing with a desire to fight, and said in a firm tone:
"It just so happens that I have recently broken through my limit and have never fought with anyone before. I hope that you can give me some advice."

Han Yu's words were like adding fuel to the fire, instantly igniting the anger in Zilong's heart.

Are you treating yourself as a whetstone?

Zilong was furious, but he was very cunning. He remained calm on the surface. He just glanced at Han Yu out of the corner of his eye and said sinisterly:

"Well, it's not impossible for me to give you some pointers."

He deliberately dragged out his voice, his tone full of threats:

"But I want to make it clear in advance that if I don't stop and accidentally beat you to death, don't blame me."

He turned to look at Han Guang, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and said with a fake smile: "Old Man Han, do you have any objections?"

Although Zilong looked at Han Guang with a hint of fear, his heart was full of disdain and contempt.

How could he not know the purpose of Han Guang and Han Yu's coming? They just wanted to kill him under the guise of cutting and stabbing.

In this way, without his presence, the Northern Kingdom would no longer be able to resist the attack from the Southern Kingdom. However, this was exactly what he wanted.

I thought the kid from the Han family was a big shot, but I didn't expect him to be a brainless idiot.

If he knew how to be patient and wait a little longer, maybe I really wouldn't be his match.

Now that he has just broken through his limit, he comes to challenge himself, a veteran Extreme Douluo. It's really like lighting a lamp in the toilet.
Han Guang did not speak, but turned his head slightly and sent a message to Han Yu behind him:

"Are you sure?"

Han Yu felt his grandfather's concern and felt warm in his heart. He nodded to Han Guang and said in a voice transmission:

"I want to give it a try. Even if I am not his match, I won't be killed by him."

Han Guang nodded and said in a voice transmission: "Then go ahead. If you can't win, Grandpa will do it himself."

With the cold light behind him, Han Yu took a step forward.

Han Guang waved his hand, and the group of people behind him quickly moved aside, leaving a battlefield for Han Yu.

"Purple Dragon Douluo, today, I just want to beat you to death, or be beaten to death by you."

Before he finished speaking, Han Yu suddenly raised his head, his eyes wide open, and a gleam of light in his eyes shot straight into the sky.

He took a deep breath, his chest puffed up, and then a deafening roar burst out from his mouth, resounding through the world like the roar of a dragon or a tiger, causing ripples in the surrounding space. (End of this chapter)