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

It was Morris who heard the noise when Yan opened the basement passage; he had been lying in ambush there to wait for Yan to take the bait.

Morris's right hand formed a claw and swiftly reached for Yan's throat.

This claw strike was ruthless and cunning, aiming straight for the vital points.

Yan neither dodged nor avoided, and did not even activate his martial soul.

The instant the claws were about to strike, his right hand rose as if he had foreseen the future, striking first and then striking first, precisely gripping Morris's wrist with his fingers like iron pincers, his inner strength flowing out.

Morris let out a miserable groan, feeling a sharp pain in his wrist. His soul power sluggish for a moment, and the light on his blood claws dimmed instantly.

He was greatly alarmed, realizing that Yan was not someone to be trifled with.

"Martial Soul Possession!"

Morris frantically channeled his soul power to break free of the restraints. As he retreated rapidly, three soul rings—two yellow and one purple—suddenly rose from beneath his feet.

His body swelled up, the veins under his skin became grotesque, a pair of dark red bat wings covered with strange patterns opened behind him, his fangs were exposed, and his aura became violent and bloodthirsty.

"Third Soul Skill, Blood Poison Mist!"

Thick, dark red blood mist, exuding a sweet, pungent, and putrid odor, gushed forth from his pores as if it were alive, instantly filling the entire narrow basement.

The fog not only greatly obstructs vision and perception, but also contains strong blood poison and mental erosion. Ordinary soul masters will experience blood turmoil and dizziness if they come into contact with even a little bit of it.

This is why Morris was able to repeatedly escape the pursuit of the Spirit Hall's Soul Masters.

"Die! Become my food!" In the blood mist, Maurice's figure became elusive, and his voice came from all directions, filled with cruel excitement.

He believed that within this enclosed space and his own blood mist domain, no Soul Master of the same rank would have any chance of survival.

However, what responded to him was a scorching flame as intense as the blazing sun.

Yan completed the spirit possession in an instant. No spirit rings appeared behind him. Instead, two slender purple lights appeared under the flames on his wrist.

Dark red flames erupted suddenly, like molten lava spewing from the Earth's core.

With the Flame Lord Martial Soul possessing him, the Earth Flame Lizard Dragon Armor instantly covered Yan's entire body, transforming him into a burning lava giant.

Immediately afterwards, a second soul ring lit up on his wrist.

"Burning Flame!"

Thick, fiery flames, transforming from crimson to dark gold, erupted with a deafening roar from the gaps in the dragon scale armor.

It merges with the original dark red flames, transforming into a deeper and hotter dark gold flame.

Yan's aura surged wildly, and the intense heat caused the stone walls of the basement to crack and pop.

The terrifying blood poison mist, upon contact with the dark gold and crimson flames, was instantly evaporated and purified like boiling water poured on snow, emitting a hissing, ear-piercing sound.

The fog thinned at a visible speed, and the blood poison and mental corrosive power within it were completely burned away.

"What? This is impossible!" Maurice screamed in terror from within the blood mist.

The power of fire did indeed counter his blood mist, but he had never encountered such a situation before.

The blood mist formed by the third soul skill was so easily dispelled.

Just then, Yan moved.

With the blessing of the burning flames, his speed increased dramatically. Ignoring the remaining thin blood mist, he took a step forward.

The ground cracked, and the burning right fist, carrying the power to incinerate everything, slammed straight into a spot in the blood mist where the soul power fluctuations were most chaotic.

"Flame Fall - Mountain Collapse!"

The blazing power of the flames, carrying unparalleled violent force, struck towards Morris with tremendous force, accompanied by the faint sound of an air explosion.

"No!" Morris cried out, hastily gathering his soul power into his crossed claws to block, while simultaneously activating his first soul skill, Blood Shadow Strike, as he attempted to retreat rapidly.

Yan Meng pursued relentlessly, their fists and claws clashing violently, dark gold and crimson flames colliding fiercely with blood-red light.

The stalemate lasted less than half a second before the blood-red light dissipated with a roar.

Morris felt an irresistible, scorching force surge through him, his arms throbbing with excruciating pain, and he was sent flying backward like a rag doll, crashing heavily into the stone wall of the basement.

He coughed up a mouthful of dark red blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs. The illusory bat wings behind him dimmed instantly, and his aura weakened to the extreme in a moment.

The outcome was decided in a single exchange.

The semi-ultimate fire generated by Yan's incineration was too much of a counter to Morris's blood attribute abilities. Coupled with the absolute power overwhelm, Morris was completely powerless to fight back.

Morris's eyes were filled with despair and madness; he knew he was no match for this fiery monster.

Taking advantage of the moment when he was seriously injured and fell to the ground amidst the smoke and dust, he suddenly slapped a hidden mechanism on the stone wall beside him.

The stone wall quickly slid open, revealing a dark passage. There was actually a secret passage inside this basement.

Morris flashed and disappeared into the secret passage in an instant. His first soul skill flashed, his speed increased dramatically, and he fled.

"Trying to leave?" Yan's eyes flashed with anger, and he pushed off with his feet to give chase.

The passageway was filled with a putrid stench and piles of silt.

Despite feeling nauseous, Yan unleashed his fiery power and, guided by his mental energy, chased after Morris at an extremely fast speed.

He has already unleashed the only two secret techniques of the Yan God Clan that he has cultivated: the movement technique and the Flowing Fire Shadow.

In his burst of speed, he was not much slower than Morris.

Morris felt the scorching heat approaching from behind and grew anxious. With a fierce look in his eyes, he activated a secret technique, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His speed actually increased once again.

Soon, the two of them ran out of the underground passage one after the other.

Outside was the sewage river of the dock, no wonder there was so much silt piled up in the secret passage.

Although Morris used a secret technique, it didn't last long. Yan used the Flowing Fire Shadow Body Technique to relentlessly pursue Morris and was never able to shake him off.

The two chased and fled, and soon arrived at an area of ​​low-rise buildings.

The streets here are dirty and the houses are dilapidated. It is the slum of the docks, where the dockworkers and laborers live.

Upon reaching this point, Maurice finally slowed down.

Yan pressed on, his crimson flames surging, eager to kill Morris on the spot.

Just then, Maurice turned around and shouted hoarsely, "Wait!"

We were nearing the center of the slums. As night fell, the alley was quiet, everyone was resting, and occasionally someone would hear a noise outside, but they would just turn over and go back to sleep.

"What, you have something else to say?"

Yan kept moving forward, step by step, closing in on Morris.

"I told you to stop!"

Morris shouted hoarsely, the third spirit ring behind him flickering, as if it were about to unleash a spirit skill at any moment.

Yan frowned and stopped, wanting to see what Morris was up to.

Seeing that Yan had finally stopped, Morris grinned maliciously and said, "Kid, you're from the Spirit Hall, aren't you?"