The Golden Generation of Douluo Continent, starting with the inheritance of the Flame Emperor.

"As for the millennium soul ring..."

Yan said, "It is not that I am boasting, but I feel that my physical strength has long surpassed that of Tongji University."

Furthermore, the effects of the whale gelatin he had taken had already permeated his entire body, further enhancing his physical condition.

As he spoke, Yan raised his head, his eyes burning with what seemed like flames: "The so-called thousand-year limit is not untouchable for a junior like me."

These words were spoken with force and confidence, revealing an astonishing self-assurance.

Yan was not speaking without reason, but he didn't say the most important reason.

The reason he dared to absorb a soul ring with a lifespan of a thousand years was that he had already broken through to the level of an apprentice martial artist.

After breaking through to the apprentice level, although he had not undergone specific testing, Yan could roughly estimate that his punching power had now exceeded one thousand kilograms.

This power, when converted to the Soul Master realm in Douluo Continent, is equivalent to the power of a high-level offensive Soul Master.

Considering the lifespan of a Soul Ring that a Soul Master can withstand, a thousand years is just common.

"Yan, you..."

Seeing Yan's attitude, Resac became anxious, fearing that Yan would be disrespectful in front of Chrysanthemum Douluo, and hurriedly tried to reprimand him.

However, Yue Guan raised his right hand slightly and waved it gently, stopping Resac from saying anything more.

"Yan, is this blatant display of brilliance due to overconfidence or ignorance? Can you tell the difference?"

Yue Guan took a step forward without making any movement, but the immense soul power fluctuations belonging to a level 95 Title Douluo surged out of his body like a tide, instantly enveloping Yan's entire body.

Yan instantly felt as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on him.

Xie Yue and Hu Liena were a little far apart, but they were still caught in the aftershocks. Their faces turned pale instantly, and they involuntarily took a step back.

His soul power circulated spontaneously to resist, barely managing to stand firm, but his eyes were filled with horror.

Even a mere ripple of pressure was enough for them to understand just how terrifying a Title Douluo truly was.

Yan, who was at the center of the oppressive aura, felt as if he were trapped in a quagmire, and his sensations were much clearer than those of Xie Yue and Hu Liena.

Yue Guan's long hair moved without wind, and her face showed no expression, but Yan could feel the pressure around him slowly increasing.

Xie Yue and Hu Liena opened their mouths, as if they wanted to say something, but were stopped by Leisak, who seemed to understand what Chrysanthemum Douluo was going to do.

This was not Chrysanthemum Douluo's punishment for Yan's arrogance, but rather a test of Yan's strength, just like what Zhilin, the Heavenly Green Vine Soul Douluo of the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy, did to Tang San in the original work.

Yan also vaguely understood. He knew that this was an opportunity given to him by Yue Guan. Whether he could seize it and obtain the number one soul ring in a thousand years depended entirely on his own performance.

However, Yue Guan was not as gentle as Zhi Lin. He immediately unleashed a soul power pressure that could force a second-ring Soul Master to kneel down, but Yan withstood it without even his body trembling.

"That's interesting."

The moon's pressure continued unabated, and the level of its soul power pressure kept increasing.

Great Soul Master, Peak Great Soul Master, Soul Venerable.

Yan stood still, quietly feeling the relentless pressure of soul power crashing against him like a tidal wave. His expression remained calm, as if he felt no pressure at all.

Yan was already quite proud of himself for being able to withstand the pressure of a Soul Master's soul power, but Yue Guan still didn't stop. He wanted to test the limits that Yan could withstand at this moment.

Under Yue Guan's precise control, the pressure of soul power increased layer by layer.

Thirty-three, thirty-five, thirty-seven... When the soul power pressure rose to level thirty-eight, Yan finally couldn't help but groan, and his body involuntarily took a step back.

Hu Liena looked at Xie Yue, her small fists clenched, and whispered nervously, "Brother, Yan is about to collapse."

Xie Yue shook his head, looking more closely: "Nana, didn't you notice? Yan hasn't released his martial soul yet."

Resak also overheard the siblings' conversation and was shocked by Yan's appearance at that moment.

Among those present, second only to Chrysanthemum Douluo, he was the strongest, and only he truly understood the pressure Yan was under.

As if to confirm Xie Yue's words, Yan quickly steadied himself.

The Flame Meditation Technique finally began to operate at full power within his body, using his own soul power to resist Chrysanthemum Douluo's oppressive aura.

Faint flame patterns began to appear on the edges of Yan's cheeks, but even at this point, Yan did not seem to have any intention of summoning his martial soul.

Yan's consciousness was clearer than ever before.

Deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, the remnants of Emperor Yan's primal power roared and howled. The pressure from Yue Guan made him feel deeply challenged, and he wanted to rush out and crush this arrogant little bug completely.

Although Yan suppressed it firmly, that indomitable will still transmitted to Yan through his sea of ​​consciousness.

The pressure of the soul power continued to increase. When he finally broke through to the Soul Venerable level and reached the Soul Sect level, the Flame Lord's martial soul was finally released by Yan.

Crimson flames covered Yan's body like invisible armor, and the huge phantom of the Flame Lord appeared behind Yan, roaring in defiance without a sound.

Under the relentless scorching heat, even space itself seemed to distort slightly. Despite being far away, Xie Yue and Hu Liena still felt a wave of intense heat wash over them.

Such a high temperature of flames finally made everyone realize that what Yan said earlier was not a lie. Judging from the fire power that the Flame Lord was showing at this moment, it was indeed far greater than his earth attribute power.

The pressure from the Soul Master level was completely different from the pressure before. Even after summoning the Flame Lord, the pressure on Yan's body was only slightly relieved.

His body began to sway slightly, like a small boat on the sea, as if he would capsize at any moment.

At this moment, it was a contest of Yan's will. He gritted his teeth, forcibly stabilizing his body to cope with the endless surge of soul power.

Forty-one, forty-two, forty-three...

Under Yue Guan's deliberate control, the level of soul power pressure became exceptionally slow; he wanted to use this method to test Yan's limits of endurance.

Finally, at level 43, Yan could no longer hold on. He stumbled and was sent flying, collapsing to the ground. His clothes were soaked with sweat, and for a moment, he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

At this moment, Yue Guan slowly withdrew his soul power pressure and looked at Yan lying on the ground, a complex expression appearing in his eyes.

He originally thought that it was already remarkable that Yan could withstand the pressure of a low-level Soul Master, but he never expected that Yan could withstand the pressure of a level 43 Soul Master!

The fact that a Soul Master who hadn't even obtained his first Soul Ring could perform like this completely overturned Yue Guan's and even Leisak's understanding.

"Your Holiness, perhaps you are mistaken. The future hope of the Spirit Hall is not Hu Liena, but Yan..."