The cold wind was howling, and the shadow of the giant sword was buzzing in the air, as if responding to the call of the cold rain.

The light emitted by the giant sword illuminated the entire battlefield and also reflected the horrified faces of everyone.

"Kill me!"

Han Yu suddenly opened his eyes and let out an angry roar. The countless sword shadows behind him instantly turned into a meteor shower, and with the momentum of destroying the world, they roared towards the black dragon transformed by Zilong.

"Impossible! How can you use such a powerful soul skill!"

Zilong's huge pupils suddenly contracted, and his eyes were filled with disbelief and fear.

Faced with the overwhelming rain of swords, he had no time to dodge and could only watch the giant swords coming towards him.

"Ah——!" The deafening dragon roar resounded through the sky. Countless giant swords slashed fiercely on the black dragon's huge body, making a deafening roar.

Countless black dragon scales fell like raindrops, and large amounts of dragon blood gushed out, dyeing the originally blue sky with a layer of blood.

The giant sword continued to move forward with unabated force, piercing into the black dragon's body with a bone-cracking sound that made one's teeth ache.

The black dragon's huge body trembled violently, and it let out painful howls, and finally crashed to the ground, creating a huge deep pit.

"Grandpa, my soul power is exhausted."

Han Yu's face was as pale as paper, and his body was swaying, as if he would fall down at any time. He held on to his body and spoke to the cold light below.

"Take this opportunity to kill him."

Using such a powerful soul skill would take a huge toll on Han Yu.

At this moment, his soul power had been exhausted, and his body slowly fell to the ground because it could not bear the huge load, and he could not even fly.

But he knew that the battle was not over yet and he had to hold on until the last moment.

"Don't worry, leave the rest to me."

Han Guang's voice was full of worry, but he responded quickly. He turned his head and ordered the middle-aged man behind him:
"Come back to your senses. Listen to my orders. Go hunt down the Titled Douluo of the Northern Kingdom. I will leave Zilong to me."

The battle ended so quickly that before anyone could react, they saw the black dragon falling from the sky and hitting the ground heavily.

After hearing Han Guang's reminder, everyone woke up as if from a dream, came back to their senses, and looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

They stared with wide eyes, looking at Zilong who was lying on the ground and struggling, their eyes filled with shock and fear.

Judging from his appearance, he had obviously been badly injured.

With their eyesight, they could naturally see that Han Yu had severely injured Zilong at the cost of completely exhausting his soul power.

The outcome of this battle was still acceptable to the Southern Kingdom.

After all, Han Yu only exhausted his soul power and did not suffer serious damage.

But the people from the Northern Kingdom were not in such a good condition. When they saw Zilong being defeated, they were all in disbelief.

But the result has already been like this, and the Titled Douluo of the Southern Country has already attacked them.

Without Zilong as the backbone, it would be like a dragon without its head, instantly losing its direction.

"Don't make a scene, gather together, unite together, we are not afraid of them."

The Super Douluo from the Northern Kingdom roared, wanting to gather the other Titled Douluos for a fight to the death.

However, after Zilong was defeated, their fighting spirit had already dropped to freezing point, so how could they still listen to him?

Now everyone is in danger.

"Kill the Titled Douluo of the Northern Kingdom, kill"

After receiving Han Guang's order, the leading general led the charge and attacked the enemy.

Suddenly the scene became unusual.

Brightly colored spirit rings appeared one after another, and everyone present had nine spirit rings.

The battle between Titled Douluo is about to begin.

On the other side, after Zilong fell to the ground, Han Guang came to his side.

Han Guang looked at Zilong lying on the ground, with no mercy in his eyes, only endless indifference. He slowly raised his right hand, bowed lightly in the direction of Zilong, and said calmly:
"You and I each serve our own masters. I had anticipated what would happen today."

Zilong struggled to stand up, but found that his body seemed to be falling apart and he had no strength at all.

He opened his eyes with difficulty. The world before him was blood red and his ears were buzzing. Only the strong smell of blood constantly reminded him of the cruelty of the battle.

Blood slowly flowed from the corners of his mouth, staining his clothes red, and also staining the land where bloody battles had once taken place.

He tried hard to open his cracked lips and said in a hoarse voice:
"Don't try to play tricks on me. The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. But I didn't expect that your grandson, who had just entered the Limit Douluo realm, could actually use such a powerful attack to severely injure me."

At this point, a trace of loneliness flashed across Zilong's eyes, but more of it was helplessness.
"It seems that God wants to destroy our Northern Kingdom."

He knew that he had been defeated, completely defeated, and there was no hope of turning the situation around.

The younger generation has long been in a period of transition, and there is no one in this generation who can take on the responsibility.

Thinking of this, his heart was filled with bitterness, but he was helpless.

Hearing Zilong's words, Han Guang just smiled slightly and did not refute.

He slowly raised his right hand, and a green sword appeared out of thin air in his hand. The sword was slender and shone with a cold light. It was his martial soul, the Qinghan Sword.

He looked at the sword in his hand and said indifferently: "Old friend, our mission is to kill you. After you die, we will unify the continent.

In the future, the mainland will be more prosperous, so you can go with peace of mind."

"Ahem." Zilong turned his head with difficulty, his eyes fell on the Qinghan Sword in Han Guang's hand. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He knew that today would be his end.

He smiled miserably and said with his last bit of strength: "I can die, but I hope you won't kill too many people and harm the civilians."

"Of course," Han Guang replied calmly, "After all, we are all citizens of the same country from now on. We will only dismantle the powerful elements in your northern country."

He paused, looked into Zilong's eyes, and said word by word:

"Goodbye, Marshal Zilong!" After saying that, he raised the Qinghan Sword in his hand high up, with the tip of the sword pointing straight to the sky.

Zilong took a deep breath, endured the severe pain in his body, slowly raised his head, stared directly at the cold light, and roared:

"Come on." His voice was full of indomitable spirit and determination, as if he wanted to pour all his strength into this last moment.

"Swish!" Han Guang swung the Qinghan Sword in his hand down suddenly, and a dazzling cold light flashed, as fast as lightning and unstoppable. Zilong only felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and a huge head shot up into the sky, blood gushed out, dyeing half of the sky red.

The Northern Kingdom's Ultimate Douluo, Dinghai Shenzhen, Marshal Purple Dragon, fell just like that!!!

With his death, no one could stop the trend of the Southern Kingdom unifying the continent.

"Marshal Zilong is dead."

The Titled Douluo who was fighting discovered it and immediately shouted out.

On the battlefield, the originally fierce battle seemed to be paused as this sentence was heard, and everyone's movements stopped.

The clanging sound of swords clashing disappeared, as did the roar of soul forces colliding. Instead, there was a dead silence, so dead that you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the place where the purple light fell, and everyone's face was filled with shock and disbelief.

Marshal Zilong is the strongest soul master in the Northern Kingdom. He is their spiritual pillar and their last hope!
Now, even he has fallen. Is there really still hope for the North?

Despair, like a plague, spread among the soldiers and soul masters of the Northern Kingdom.

"You have also seen that Zilong is dead. In the future, the Northern Kingdom will be incorporated into the territory of our Southern Kingdom. If you surrender now, you will have the opportunity to be reused in the future."

"If you continue to resist, I will kill you right here. The sword in my hand can drink blood once more."

Han Guang's cold voice rang out in the silent battlefield, with a hint of threat in its tone, reaching everyone's ears.

His eyes, like an eagle's, scanned the Titled Douluo of the Northern Kingdom sharply, and a cold arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"We are willing to surrender"

A Titled Douluo from the Northern Kingdom trembled as he dropped his weapon and knelt weakly on the ground.

He was the first to surrender, but definitely not the last.

With his lead, soon, most of the Titled Douluo from the Northern Kingdom present chose to surrender, except for a few who were loyal to the royal family and vowed to never surrender.

Of course, these Titled Douluo who were loyal to the royal family were ruthlessly killed on the spot by Han Guang.

The blood dyed the earth red, the sky red, and the hearts of the Northern Kingdom’s soldiers and spirit masters red.

Although they are currently in a weak position, there are still many loyal and powerful people in the North Country.

It is understandable not to surrender.

However, although the Titled Douluo here are from the Northern Country, most of them are from domestic sects or academies.

For the royal family, their own lives are more important.

There is naturally no resistance in surrendering.

"Very good. You are all smart people who have been able to cultivate to the level of Titled Douluo. The Northern Kingdom is doomed. Now listen to my orders. The army will march out and go to war directly with the Northern Kingdom!"

Han Guang waved his hand and gave the order to attack.

"Yes!" The generals of the Southern Kingdom responded in unison, and then took the lead with their soldiers towards the fortress of the Northern Kingdom.

As long as we can take this place, the north will be flat.

This kind of war among ordinary people naturally did not require the participation of Titled Douluo, so Han Guang and others stayed where they were and did not leave.

Just watching the fighting on the battlefield from afar.

"Han Yu, how are you? How is your soul power recovering?"

Han Guang walked up to Han Yu and whispered.

Han Yu shook his head and said in a weak voice: "Fortunately, my soul power has recovered a little, but not much."

"You take a rest first. When you recover some of your soul power, we will go back."

"Okay." Han Yu nodded, then sat down cross-legged to recover his soul power.

On a small hill not far from here, the top is bare with only a few huge rocks standing there.

There were about dozens of figures standing here, each of them wearing a loose black robe that completely covered their bodies, making it difficult to see their appearance.

The night wind blew, making a whistling sound, as if wailing for the upcoming battle.

The aura of these people was extremely powerful, and each of them was at least at the Soul Douluo level. The few people standing in the front were even at the level of Titled Douluo. The powerful soul power fluctuations they exuded made the air around them become oppressive.

The leader was an exceptionally tall man, with a cannon-like soul guide in front of him. It was pitch black and emitted a cold metallic luster.

The cannon was about five meters long, and the muzzle was as big as a human head. There were various magic arrays carved on the muzzle, which looked extremely complicated and emitted a faint red light, as if it was the flame from hell.

There were faint fluctuations of soul power flowing on it, which was obviously a soul guide device. The powerful energy fluctuations could be felt clearly even from a distance.

It was set up like that, with the muzzle pointed at where Han Yu was. The men in black had excitement flashing in their eyes, as if they saw the impending victory.

"Boss, should we take action? The battle seems to be over."

A thin man in black lowered his voice and spoke to the people around him, with a hint of cruelty in his tone.

"The new Ultimate Douluo of the Han family has consumed a lot of soul power. As long as we launch an attack, he will definitely not be able to escape."

Another man in black spoke up, his tone full of confidence, as if he had already seen the scene of Han Yu being blasted into pieces.

The man in black, who was called the leader, gently touched the cannon in front of him, a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes, and he muttered to himself:

"This is the legendary divine weapon. I never thought that Your Majesty would actually research it. Today, let everyone on the continent see its power."

"Your Majesty said that if you are hit head-on, even an Ultimate Douluo will die on the spot, with no chance of survival."

The black-clad men's voices were filled with fanaticism and awe for the Majesty they were talking about.

The man in black turned his head and said in a deep voice:

"Everyone listen up, transfer your soul power into this divine weapon." His voice was low and powerful, full of irresistible majesty.

"Yes!" Everyone answered in unison, their voices were loud and deafening. They stretched out their right hands, spread out their five fingers, and aimed at the huge soul guide cannon.

Everyone groaned, then stretched out their right hands and transmitted their soul power one by one. Soul powers of different colors poured out from their palms and gathered into a huge torrent of energy, rushing madly into the black soul guide cannon.

"Hahaha, it requires the soul power of so many Soul Douluo and Title Douluo to charge. I really can't wait to see his power."

The arrogant laughter of the man in black echoed in the empty hills. He stared at the huge soul cannon in front of him with greedy eyes, as if he saw the destructive power that was about to pour out. (End of this chapter)