Soul Land: Xiao Yan Reincarnates as Huo Yuhao

As the referee signaled the start of the second match, Xiao Yan twisted his neck slightly, a faint golden glimmer flashing in his eyes. Powerful battle energy surged through his meridians, filling his entire body with an inexhaustible sense of strength. His hand clenched around the massive Heavy Xuan Ruler, faint yellow energy coiling around the weapon. Occasionally, pale white flames flickered along its surface, distorting the air wherever they appeared.

On the other side of the arena, Wang Dong had taken to the skies, his brilliant blue-purple wings spreading wide behind him. A yellow and a purple soul ring shimmered around his body as he charged forward. Yet, just as he was about to activate his second soul skill, an excruciating pain shot through his head, as though a thousand needles were piercing his mind.

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Soul Shock

Xiao Yan had launched a soul impact, his attack striking Wang Dong's mind directly. The latter froze mid-air, his breath caught in his throat, as Xiao Yan blurred into a streak of black, closing the distance between them in an instant.

Wang Dong's pupils constricted, panic flashing in his eyes. "What are you trying to do?" he stammered, his voice trembling as he realized Xiao Yan was now standing directly before him.

A cold smirk played across Xiao Yan's lips. "Even when I had only one ring, you couldn't defeat me. Now that I've reached three rings, I have to wonder where you found the courage to challenge me again."

Wang Dong's face paled, and his voice turned sharp with desperation. "How are you so fast? I won't—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Xiao Yan's fist smashed into his chest with thunderous force. The impact sent Wang Dong hurtling out of the arena, his body flying uncontrollably through the air.

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A Sudden Burst of Golden Light

Just as Wang Dong was about to crash heavily onto the ground outside the stage, a radiant golden light erupted from his forehead, illuminating the entire arena. The dazzling light momentarily blinded the spectators, eliciting a collective gasp of astonishment from the crowd.

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Observers' Reactions

"What's that golden light? Is it Wang Dong's hidden power?" someone from the audience whispered in awe.

"No... That's not his ability," another speculated, their tone filled with unease.

In the VIP section, Beibei's face darkened as he watched the scene unfold. Xu Sanshi, who had been carried back to the waiting area, clenched his fists tightly, his body trembling with concern and rage.

From the judges' stand, Elder Xuan, seated with a solemn expression, abruptly rose to his feet. His voice was heavy with authority as he growled, "That light... could it be?"

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Ancestral Fury

As the golden light subsided, Wang Dong's unconscious body hovered mid-air, cradled by the residual glow of the energy. The faint image of a hammer, immense and awe-inspiring, shimmered into existence behind him—a Clear Sky Hammer, the symbol of the Clear Sky Clan.

Xiao Yan's expression shifted as he stared at the manifestation. A chill ran down his spine as he muttered under his breath, "Clear Sky Hammer... Is this the legendary power of the Clear Sky Clan?"

At that moment, a deafening roar resounded through the arena. "Who dares harm my Clear Sky Clan descendant?!"

The oppressive voice was accompanied by a thunderous rumble that seemed to shake the heavens themselves. A figure clad in white robes appeared above the arena, radiating an overwhelming pressure. His silver hair fluttered in the air, and his eyes blazed with fury.

"Tang Hao!" gasped Elder Xuan, his expression one of shock and respect.

The figure was none other than Tang Hao, the Clear Sky Douluo, a peerless figure revered across the continent. His mere presence seemed to silence the entire arena, leaving the audience frozen in awe and terror.

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Tang Hao's Wrath

Hovering above the stage, Tang Hao glared at Xiao Yan with a gaze so sharp it felt as though it could pierce through mountains. "Boy, you dare harm my clan's heir?"

Xiao Yan remained silent, his composure unshaken despite the overwhelming pressure. Yao Lao's voice echoed in his mind, calm and steady, "Do not provoke him, Xiao Yan. Tang Hao's power is unfathomable. Explain yourself clearly, and avoid escalating the situation."

Xiao Yan cupped his fists respectfully and said, "Senior, this is merely a match within the rules of the competition. I hold no malice toward Wang Dong."

Tang Hao's eyes narrowed, but before he could respond, Elder Xuan stepped forward. "Tang Hao, this is a fair competition under agreed-upon rules. If your clan's heir is injured, it's part of the risks they undertake by participating."

Tang Hao's gaze shifted to Elder Xuan, the tension between the two titans palpable. After a long moment, Tang Hao's expression softened slightly as he turned to Wang Dong. With a wave of his hand, the golden light enveloping Wang Dong intensified, and the unconscious youth was gently pulled into Tang Hao's arms.

"Consider yourself fortunate this time, boy," Tang Hao said to Xiao Yan, his tone icy. "If anything worse had happened to Wang Dong, not even the rules of this competition would have protected you."

With that, Tang Hao disappeared into the air, leaving behind a shaken audience and a silent arena.

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The Aftermath

As the tension eased, the referee regained his composure and announced, "Winner of the second match: Xiao Yan!"

In the waiting area, Beibei clenched his fists, his face a mixture of anger and determination. "This isn't over, Xiao Yan. You'll pay for this!"

Meanwhile, Xiao Yan returned to his corner, his expression calm but thoughtful. Yao Lao's voice echoed in his mind again, "This was a close call, Xiao Yan. Tang Hao is not someone to trifle with. Be cautious in the matches ahead."

Xiao Yan nodded subtly, his resolve firm. "I will, teacher."

A thousand miles away, a massive ancient castle stood atop a mountain peak, its gray walls exuding an aura of age and grandeur. The castle seemed to dominate the heavens and earth, overlooking the world with an air of detachment and authority.

Inside the castle's vast great hall, two middle-aged men sat drinking. Both were tall and imposing, their features sharp and resolute. Yet, there was something distinctly different about them—an extraordinary quality that set them apart from ordinary humans. Their appearance, demeanor, and the faint but palpable aura emanating from them suggested they were far from ordinary.

Seated in the master's chair was a man with long, azure hair and two curved horns protruding from his forehead. His eyes, the same azure hue, were deep and exuded a heavy sense of oppression, as though they contained boundless power. Occasionally, a primal, ancient energy seemed to flicker within his gaze, like a relic from a bygone era.

In his hand was a large goblet of amber wine, the liquid inside rippling gently and giving off an enticing aroma.

The man seated in the subordinate's chair had steel-like short hair, sharp facial features, and a bearing that was solemn yet unyielding. His brown eyes occasionally flashed with golden light, radiating an aura of majesty. Equally tall and broad-shouldered, his presence was no less intimidating than the man in the master's seat.

As they drank, both men suddenly froze, their bodies jolting as though struck by an unseen force. The goblets in their hands slipped and shattered on the floor, spilling wine everywhere.

They exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with worry and anger. In an instant, they rose to their feet, their powerful aura erupting like a storm.

Blue-green and brown-yellow flashes of light streaked across the hall like bolts of lightning. The sheer force of their unleashed energy made the vast hall groan under the strain, its walls emitting creaking sounds as if unable to bear the weight of the pressure.

The azure-haired man spoke in a deep voice, his gaze sharp as a blade. "Something has happened to Little Winter…"

"It's him!" the short-haired man growled, his amber eyes blazing with a cold fury. Nine pitch-black soul rings materialized beneath his feet, one after another.

Black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black.

Nine rings appeared, each radiating a pressure as overwhelming as a towering mountain, enough to make any observer shudder in awe.

"Elder brother, I'm going to fetch him now," the short-haired man said in a thunderous voice, his tone brimming with killing intent. "Let's see who dares to harm someone from the Clear Sky Clan!"

The azure-haired man raised a hand to stop him, his expression cold and stern. "Don't act rashly."

"We've been in seclusion for years. If we reveal ourselves now, it could put us in a disadvantageous position. Little Winter's talent is exceptional. Even if he's injured, it wouldn't be easy for anyone to harm him."

The short-haired man frowned, his clenched fists trembling with restrained fury.

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