Douluo Unrivaled: The Beginning Materializes the Black Abyss and White Flowers

Chapter 310 He Caitou's Revenge
On the other side, the titled Douluo of the Holy Spirit Cult and the elders of Shrek Academy had already found their opponents, and the light and loud noise of their soul skills clashing rose and fell one after another.

Their battle circle subconsciously moved away from the area where Hu Lei and the two followers were fighting—the aftershocks from the collision of that level of power were enough to severely injure or even tear apart ordinary titled Douluo, and no one dared to easily set foot in that death zone.

“Beibei, I have no intention or right to judge the choice you have made.”

Jing Yuan slowly walked to Bei Bei's side, his golden eyes calm as still water. His gaze fell on the unconscious, weak black-haired girl in his arms, his tone peaceful yet carrying a clear understanding of the world.

"But, having embarked on this path of no return, and witnessed former teachers and friends turn into enemies... do you really feel no regret at all?"

Upon hearing this, Beibei lowered her head even further, staring at Tang Ya's bloodless face.

Those blue eyes, which always held unwavering resolve, now held only an intense tenderness and determination.

Without the slightest hesitation, he gently shook his head, his voice soft yet as firm as a rock.

"I do not regret."

For her, even if he had to bear the name of a traitor and be at odds with the whole world, he would gladly accept it.

"Yeah……"

Jing Yuan let out a barely audible sigh, looking at the young couple clinging tightly to each other in the ruins, and shook his head helplessly. An ancient poem naturally came to mind.

"What is love in this world that makes people willing to die for it?"

He could understand this almost obsessive choice.

On the long journey of life, how many people has he seen become obsessed and disregard everything for their closest relatives, dearest friends, or loved ones?

His close friend Yin Yuejun, who made a grave mistake in his search for the deceased, and Ying Xing, who broke taboos to save his friend's life and ultimately suffered the consequences...aren't they all like that?
What people care about is their greatest weakness and their strongest motivation.

Therefore, he would not, and had no right to, criticize Beibei.

This was merely a choice made by the other party in the face of cruel fate, and whatever the final outcome, he would have to bear it all.

Just as Jing Yuan's thoughts were turning—

"Zheng——!"

A clear, ethereal melody, like flowing spring water, suddenly pierced the clamor of the battlefield.

Immediately afterwards, an arc-shaped sword aura, shimmering with the light of rippling water, tore through the air. It did not contain any killing intent, but rather carried a clear sense of probing and challenge, precisely aiming for Jing Yuan's face.

Jing Yuanliu raised his golden eyes slightly, and without him making any movement, a fine ring of golden lightning naturally burst forth around his body.

The domineering lightning, like a living shield, instantly shredded and annihilated the probing sword energy into nothingness.

“This extraordinary servant, how about I—the great Caesar—and my most trusted subject be your opponents?”

A female voice, with a slightly dramatic tone yet full of confidence, came from the front.

Krydella was standing on a huge, broken stone pillar, having deliberately placed a stone on top of it to make herself appear taller than Hathaway beside her.

A bright and confident smile spread across her lips, as if what was about to begin was not a fierce battle, but an interesting game of chess.

Beside her, Hazel slowly sheathed her sword and zither—clearly, the sword energy from just now came from her hand; rather than a sneak attack, it was more like a unique greeting.

"In the Holy Grail War, the duel between Servants is an inevitable destiny."

Jing Yuan remained calm and slowly raised his right hand.

In an instant, dazzling golden lightning gathered and extended wildly in his palm, eventually condensing into an ancient and majestic long-handled array sword wrapped with thunderbolts.

The blade gleamed with a chilling light, crackling with electricity and emitting a deep, dangerous hum.

"Luofu Immortal Boat, Jingyuan".

He held his sword horizontally in front of him, his tone calm yet exuding an air of disdain.

"I'm willing to see this through to the end."

He readily accepted the challenge, but in the instant he accepted, his incredibly sharp gaze inadvertently swept towards the ruins of a high-rise building several kilometers away, which had already collapsed by more than half.

There, he sensed a subtle yet real spying and threat, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows.

"Whoa! What a terrifying intuition! How could it detect me from this far away?"

Several kilometers away, deep in the shadows of the collapsed building, Remian shrank back like a startled rabbit, quickly putting away the special sniper rifle that she had been aiming at for a long time, which she had been holding on her shoulder.

She patted her chest, which heaved slightly from surprise, with lingering fear, stuck out her tongue playfully, and muttered to herself. She had intended to take advantage of the moment when the other person's attention was diverted to try and surprise them with a "goodnight" shot, but she never expected that the other person's intuition was so sharp that they could instantly detect her insignificant killing intent even from such a great distance and in the chaos of the battlefield.

"The probability of successfully ambushing a monster of this level by sniping is almost zero..."

Remien tilted her head, her bright eyes darting around, and quickly gave up the idea of ​​restraining or interfering.

"As for helping to restrain them? It doesn't seem really necessary."

She gave a soft hum and relaxed.

Anyway, if she wants to stay in this interesting world, she doesn't need to fight for that Holy Grail that requires life and death—she just needs to go to Lu Jingming, act cute and charming, and given his extremely high level of affection for her that's practically written all over his face, he'll most likely agree to help her stay.

After all, those who are favored are always fearless.

On the ruins of the Mingdu Imperial Palace, broken walls and rubble pointed menacingly at the dim sky like the skeleton of a giant beast.

He Caitou stood amidst this devastation, his face so somber it seemed as if it could drip water.

His gaze was like a poisoned dagger, fixed on the figure sitting in a wheelchair in the distance—Xu Tianran.

However, at this moment, two figures stood before Xu Tianran like an insurmountable barrier.

It was an old man and a beautiful woman. Their auras had transcended the norm, and the terrifying pressure that was almost tangible spread out like an invisible tide, compressing the surrounding air to the point of stagnation and heaviness.

This pressure far exceeded that of the Xuan Lao that He Caitou was familiar with. It was as if two incomparably majestic, invisible mountains that suppressed heaven and earth were pressing heavily on his heart, making every breath extremely difficult and causing his lungs to ache as if they were being squeezed.

If Karna hadn't stood quietly before him, his warm and resilient golden radiance protecting him like the most loyal bulwark, he probably would have already collapsed to the ground, his bones cracking under the combined pressure of these two Limit Douluos.

A strong sense of regret and powerlessness gnawed at He Cai's heart like a venomous snake—he had acted too impulsively! The flames of revenge consumed his reason.

Karna's strength is indeed unfathomable and earth-shattering, but he himself is... far too weak.

So weak that they could not offer any help, they became the biggest burden and shackle for this powerful Servant.

"Karna!"

He Caitou took a deep breath, the air seemed to carry the smell of blood and dust, making his throat ache.

His voice trembled slightly with suppressed anger and resolve, yet remained exceptionally clear:
"Kill Xu Tianran, then you don't need to worry about me anymore."

He was prepared to die.

The blood feud with his family, ten years of forbearance, the bitterness of exile... everything should end today.

Before he closed his eyes, he had to see Xu Tianran and the "emperor" lying on his sickbed in the deep palace, plotting to usurp the throne, go to hell before him.

He was unaware that the current emperor of the Sun Moon Empire, who was barely clinging to life and on the verge of death, had already died from extreme shock during the violent explosion and tremor caused by Karna's earth-shattering Noble Phantasm attack.

Now, on his list of blood feuds, only Xu Tianran remains as the last name.

"Master, you..."

Karna furrowed his golden brows slightly, and a faint hint of confusion and doubt flashed in his eyes, which contained the radiance and compassion of the sun's core.

Even though two powerful figures with astonishing auras suddenly appeared beside Xu Tianran, he still had absolute confidence that he could safely lead his master to escape from this dangerous place.

If he didn't need to be constantly distracted and expend a lot of energy to protect his fragile master, he alone with just his spear would have been enough to smash through the entire impregnable Mingdu Imperial Palace.

Those seemingly intimidating soul tool positions, the so-called elite Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Corps, and even powerful level nine soul masters were all useless in front of him and could not truly stop the steps of the Son of the Sun God.

Only the two who arrived later—Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao and Death God Douluo Ye Xishui, two Limit Douluos standing at the pinnacle of human soul masters—could barely contend with him and temporarily stabilize the battle.

If it weren't for the timely appearance of these two Limit Douluos and their joint resistance, Karna alone would probably have already completely crushed and slaughtered the Royal Soul Master Corps, which was known as the strongest ace of the Sun Moon Empire.

"I have... endured it for a full ten years."

He Caitou's voice was hoarse, yet it carried an extreme sense of determination, like burning one's boats and cutting off all escape routes.

He raised his head and looked directly into Karna's eyes, which seemed to contain the radiance of the sun, reflecting his own distorted and pained face.

"This time, perhaps, is my only and last chance to take revenge. So, great son of the sun god, I beg you... please, help me avenge myself!"

He firmly believed that as long as he was not held back by his fatal weakness, Karna, unleashing his full power, would surely be able to cut off Xu Tianran's head like the sun crushing ice and snow, and completely end his ten-year-long blood feud.

(End of this chapter)