Soul Land: Xiao Yan Reincarnates as Huo Yuhao

A dazzling crimson light erupted from Jing Hongchen, forming a spinning metallic lotus at his back. In an instant, thousands of thin red metallic barrels emerged, aiming directly at Zhongli Wu. A relentless barrage of crimson energy bolts rained down on him, their sheer power shaking the Starlight Hotel to its foundations.

The Starlight Hotel wasn't just the residence for the Mingde Hall team; it housed all participants of the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Tournament.

Faced with the overwhelming assault of the evil soul masters, the Royal Knights quickly fell, leaving the tournament participants to defend themselves. Martial souls were unleashed, and brilliant soul rings shimmered across the hotel grounds.

Though each academy operated independently, the sudden invasion awakened a collective survival instinct. Groups of soul masters banded together, charging bravely at the attackers.

However, the gap in strength soon became evident. Most students were capped at the six-ring Soul Emperor level, whereas the invading evil soul masters were all at the Soul Sage rank or higher. The students, despite their determination, were forced into a desperate retreat.

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Elsewhere, a massive black cloud surged toward Xiao Yan's location. As it approached, its shape morphed into three distinct forms: a tiger's head, a raven, and a sword.

In the sky, several Titled Douluo auras clashed, shaking the heavens. The pressure rippled across the city, leaving ordinary citizens and low-level soul masters trembling in fear, their knees buckling under the oppressive weight.

From the black cloud emerged a dark-robed elder with jet-black skin, a distinctive asymmetrical brow, and a bold black "王" character etched into his forehead. Behind him followed two other dark-robed elders. The men radiated the overwhelming aura of Titled Douluo, their power suffusing the air.

The leader was Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng, a consecrated member of the Holy Spirit Cult. His martial soul thrived on the blood of beasts, evolving through each consumption. Though his path was vile, he had refrained from harming humans directly. Years ago, Elder Mu of Shrek Academy had spared him for this restraint. Now, Zhang Peng stood at the 96th-level Super Douluo rank.

Behind him, Nether Sword Douluo and Raven Douluo followed, both consecrated members of the Holy Spirit Cult, with martial souls and soul power levels no less fearsome: 93rd-level and 95th-level, respectively.

Glancing toward the section of the hotel housing Mingde Hall, Zhang Peng's gaze narrowed, and a sinister smile spread across his face.

"That must be where Ming Hongchen's grandchildren are staying. Let's take them hostage. I'm sure Jing Hongchen will surrender the 100,000-year soul beast embryo."

With his decision made, Zhang Peng clasped his hands together, forming a black energy orb that shimmered ominously. His nine soul rings—two yellow, two purple, five black—lit up as he surged toward Xiao Yan's position, with the two consecrated members following close behind.

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In his room, Xiao Yan's heart sank as he sensed the three Titled Douluo heading his way. "Three of them?" he muttered, his expression tightening. "Elder Erlicks, can you lend me your soul power?"

Erlicks' calm voice echoed in his mind. "I can, but my soul fragment is incomplete, and I can't sustain this transfer for long. You'll need to resolve this quickly."

A surge of overwhelming soul power flooded Xiao Yan's body, rippling outward with such intensity that the space around him distorted.

The sudden spike in Xiao Yan's aura sent a shockwave through the battlefield. Even Jing Hongchen, locked in combat with Zhongli Wu, paused momentarily, his heart skipping a beat.

"That's Xiao Yan's direction… That kid was holding back!" Jing Hongchen muttered. "To escape the pursuit of Sea God Pavilion unscathed, he must have had hidden cards. I didn't gamble wrong on him."

Sneering at Zhongli Wu, Jing Hongchen said coldly, "You'd better pray the Star Luo Empire's Titled Douluo don't arrive soon. Otherwise…"

"Less talk, more fight," Zhongli Wu snapped, his soul power erupting as he vanished and reappeared before Jing Hongchen, their battle intensifying.

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Back in the air, Zhang Peng frowned as he approached Xiao Yan. The sudden rise in the young man's power caught him off guard.

"What? How has his strength suddenly spiked?" Zhang Peng murmured, his tone laced with disbelief.

Xiao Yan's gaze sharpened as he locked onto the approaching figures. His grip on the Heavy Xuan Ruler tightened, and a faint smile played on his lips. "If you're coming to me, then don't blame me for what happens next."

With a burst of speed, Xiao Yan launched himself into the air, appearing above Zhang Peng in an instant. The Heavy Xuan Ruler descended with a force capable of cleaving mountains.

"Humph!" Zhang Peng scoffed, raising his fist to meet the blow. The clash of ruler and fist sent shockwaves rippling across the sky, forcing both combatants backward.

Stabilizing himself mid-air with a flap of his soul-engineered wings, Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes. Zhang Peng, meanwhile, flexed his trembling fist, cracks visible on his metallic-like skin.

"You're strong, but not strong enough," Zhang Peng sneered.

A glint of determination flashed in Xiao Yan's eyes. He extended his palm, releasing Bone-Chilling Flame, its white tendrils snaking around the Heavy Xuan Ruler.

Feeling the overwhelming energy coalescing on the ruler, Zhang Peng's expression darkened. His seventh and eighth soul rings lit up, summoning a massive Scorpion Tiger Phantom and a flurry of dark stingers that rained down on Xiao Yan.

The other two consecrated elders joined in, unleashing their eighth soul skills, sending waves of destructive energy at Xiao Yan.

"Flame-Devouring Wave Ruler!"

Xiao Yan roared, his Heavy Xuan Ruler glowing fiercely as he swung it downward. The combined might of his Bone-Chilling Flame and Golden Flame erupted in a dazzling explosion of white and gold, meeting the incoming attacks head-on.

The resulting explosion rocked the sky, the clash of energies visible for miles. Xiao Yan and his opponents were sent reeling backward from the force.

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Panting heavily, Xiao Yan clenched his fists, his strength clearly waning.

"You can't keep this up," Zhang Peng taunted, his sneer widening. "Borrowed strength doesn't last."

Xiao Yan remained silent, his mind racing. Erlicks' soul power wouldn't last, and he was already nearing his limit.

With a resolute glint in his eyes, Xiao Yan glanced at the Bone-Chilling Flame in one hand and the Golden Flame in the other. A reckless thought crossed his mind, one that made his heart pound with both fear and excitement.

"Perhaps… if I combine them…"

Without hesitation, Xiao Yan pressed the two flames together.

"Boom!"

The instant the flames touched, a deafening explosion ripped through the air. Xiao Yan's hands were scorched, blood streaming from his palms as space itself warped from the heat.

Gritting his teeth against the pain, Xiao Yan continued to merge the flames, his face pale but resolute.

"I'll make this work… even if it kills me."

As the flames intertwined, a lotus-like shape began to f

orm—a Buddha's Fury Lotus, a technique that could rival the might of the strongest Titled Douluo.

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