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

Time flies, and two years have passed in the blink of an eye.

On the training ground under the scorching sun, Yan's figure weaved through four ferocious attacks.

His limbs were evenly covered with a dozen dark, thick gold rings.

With each step, a shallow pit is created in the soil.

Without activating his martial soul, he was merely using his physical body and basic soul power, along with a set of ancient and fierce fist techniques, to fight against the four Soul Masters in front of him who were possessed by martial souls and whose soul rings were shining brightly.

These four were specially selected by the Spirit Hall to serve as Yan's practical training instructors and sparring partners.

They are Lion Glory, a level 46 Soul Master with the Martial Soul Fire Lion, specializing in offensive attacks.

Level 44, a defensive Soul Master with the Martial Soul Heavy Rock Turtle, Iron Wall.

Mu Hua, a level 43 Soul Master with the Martial Soul Ghost Vine, specializing in control-type abilities.

Level 41, Yu Ziyun, a speed-attack type Soul Master with the Martial Soul Gale Wolf.

And on the outermost edge, there was Mu Ming, the Soul King who did not participate in the battle but maintained the Golden Ring Martial Soul, and who has now broken through to level 55.

The scorching sun, like molten gold, baked the charred earth of the training ground.

The heavy footsteps were like the beating of drums.

Yan's figure, amidst the four intersecting storms of soul power, was like a reef in a raging sea, seemingly on the verge of collapse, yet never submerged.

The Golden Rending Ring on his body constantly released immense pressure, making him feel as if he were fighting while carrying a small gravity field.

Lion Yao's fiery lion phantom roared, slapping out with both palms. After his martial soul was attached to his body, the red fiery lion's fur covered the claws that looked like they were burning with flames, tearing towards Yan.

The iron-clad, heavy rock shield acted like a moving mountain wall, blocking Yan's flanks as he tried to dodge.

Mu Hua's ghost vines were like countless venomous green snakes eager to devour people, constantly harassing Yan from the ground and in the air, looking for an opportunity to restrain him.

Yu Ziyun transformed into a green wolf shadow, cooperating with Shi Yao to roam and ambush, each attack precisely targeting Yan's subtle weaknesses.

Yan did not activate his Martial Soul.

Bare-chested, his bronze skin was covered in fine beads of sweat and faint burn marks under the scorching sun and the fierce onslaught of the lion's roar.

His face was calm, but his dark red eyes were sharp as an eagle's, closely tracking the trajectory of every attack. His blood and qi were circulating at full speed within his body, maximizing his martial arts power.

Over the course of two years, he had long since grown accustomed to the weight of the Rending Gold Ring. With swift and efficient steps, he calmly and unhurriedly dodged the entanglement of the Mu Hua Ghost Vine under the weight of the Rending Gold Ring.

He dodged a gust of wind blade by sidestepping, and then the Iron Wall's heavy rock shield slammed down next.

The powerful blow left Yan no time to dodge, so he simply didn't dodge!

Yan roared, his right arm muscles bulging, forcefully parrying a powerful shield strike from the iron wall.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, a cloud of dust erupted from the ground beneath Yan's feet. His body swayed, but he regained his balance instantly, and the Rending Gold Ring rattled loudly.

At that moment, Lion's attack was already upon them.

"Secret Technique, Flamefall: Fierce Strike!"

Yan shouted in a low voice, and once again used the secret fist technique belonging to the Yan God Clan.

With his hands crossed, his entire body was crimson as if covered in flames, and high temperatures emanated from it as if the flames were attached to it, scorching and distorting the air.

Yan stomped his left foot hard, cracking the ground, and used the force to charge forward, actually crashing into the lion Yao who was charging at him head-on!

"You've got guts, kid!"

Lion Yao's eyes widened in a provocative gesture, and he increased the force in his hand by another three points.

Fists and claws clashed, bones and muscles resonated, a simple punch struck the heart of the Lion's Claw.

"Bang!"

A loud explosion suddenly erupted from the point of impact, and a visible crimson ring of energy spread out from Yan's fist.

The ultimate physical power, mixed with intense flame power, burst forth, forcing Lion Yao back several steps.

Just as the old forces had dissipated and the new forces had yet to emerge, Yu Ziyun, who had been wandering around, made a move.

He seized the moment when Yan was off balance and his right fist had just been retracted, and his figure moved like lightning, transforming into three indistinguishable wolf shadows, attacking Yan's vital points from three different angles with extreme speed.

In the distance, Mu Hua seized the opportunity, his second soul ring lit up, and the Ghost Vine main vine, which had been lurking, suddenly sprang up, coiling around Yan's legs like a giant python, restricting his last chance to dodge.

The iron wall pressed forward at the opportune moment, and the giant shield blocked the way.

Lion Yao also charged forward.

A decisive victory from all sides!

Just as Yu Ziyun's wolf claws were about to strike, a burst of scorching flames suddenly shot out from his body.

The Flame Lord Martial Soul instantly possessed him, and two millennium-old soul rings radiating a hazy purple light appeared behind him, flashing in succession in an instant, causing a violent heat wave and pressure to explode out.

First Soul Skill: Earth Flame Lizard Armor!

Crimson flames instantly covered his entire body, and a flame armor resembling dragon scales took shape on Yan's body in an extremely short time.

Immediately following, the second soul skill, Burning Flame!

Dark red, viscous, liquid flames erupted from beneath each dragon scale with a roar, transforming him into a blazing red demon god.

The temperature in the training field soared wildly, the air became distorted, and the hot wind felt like a branding iron.

His aura seemed to break through the limits of a Great Soul Master in an instant, violent and scorching, causing the four Soul Masters to feel a strange palpitation.

"Come!"

Yan roared, his voice booming through the mask, carrying the ferocity of boiling magma.

He stopped passively defending and instantly broke free from the shackles of the ghost vines. His right fist, covered in flames, ignited with a dazzling crimson light, and he threw a punch at Yu Ziyun, who was rushing towards him at high speed!

"Flame Fall - Piercing the Sky!"

Wherever the fist passed, the air was burned into a vacuum, emitting a shrill whistle.

Yu Ziyun was terrified and dared not face Yan, who was only a Great Soul Master.

By maximizing his speed, adjusting his body, and simultaneously crossing his claws to form a wind shield for blocking, he actually switched from offense to defense.

"Bang!"

The wind shield shattered in an instant, and Yu Ziyun was sent flying like a kite with a broken string. His sleeves turned to ashes, and his arms were charred black.

After landing, he staggered back seven or eight steps before regaining his balance. His face was pale, and a mouthful of blood welled up in his throat. His expression was one of horror. As a Soul Master, he couldn't withstand the burst of power from Yan, who was only a Great Soul Master.

With a punch that forced Yu Ziyun back, Yan didn't stop, his burning body slamming into the iron wall pressing down from the side.

Without dodging or avoiding, it's a brutal fighting style that's all about attacking and exchanging injury for injury.

Iron Wall gritted his teeth and frantically poured his soul power into the Heavy Rock Turtle Shield. He activated his third soul skill, Immovable as a Mountain, and the shield surface solidified into a tangible earthen-yellow halo.

The flames, seemingly burning, crashed violently into the mountain-like shield.

Amidst the deafening roar, Tie Bi felt as if he had been directly rammed by a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast. The terrifying power, mixed with the extreme heat, caused his arms to tremble violently.

The yellowish-brown halo on the shield fluctuated violently and dimmed. His feet sank deep into the ground, ploughing backward several meters, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Yan was also thrown back by the recoil. The scales on the chest of the Earth Flame Lizard Dragon Armor cracked slightly, but the flames instantly repaired most of it.