Level 48, Blazing Sun Aurora Break! Meng Yiran's Admiration, Meng Shu's Shock: A Top-Tier Divine Beast Martial Soul?

Time passed second by second.

The crimson hue on Huang Yan's skin gradually faded, and his violent aura slowly began to stabilize.

"Hum—"

The fourth spirit ring completely solidified, rhythmically pulsing up and down around his body.

Huang Yan snapped his eyes open, a sharp glint flashing through his pupils.

"Level forty-one... level forty-four... level forty-six..."

"Level forty-eight!"

Huang Yan clenched his fists, feeling the power brimming with destructive intent:

"Absorbing a seventy-thousand-year spirit ring at level forty, I've jumped eight levels, reaching level forty-eight directly. Although part of this is due to the medicinal effects of the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower, the energy of this Blazing Sun Fire Phoenix has certainly not disappointed me."

Huang Yan slowly stood up and looked toward a steep, hundred-meter-tall stone mountain not far away.

"Perfect, I'll use you to test the power of this seventy-thousand-year spirit ring."

Huang Yan's lips curled upward, and the deep black spirit ring beneath his feet suddenly erupted with brilliant light.

"Fourth Spirit Skill, Blazing Sun Aurora Break!"

Accompanied by a piercing phoenix cry that could shatter metal and stone, Huang Yan brought his fingers together like a sword and slashed forward.

A dark red pillar of fire, as thick as a water vat and condensed to the extreme, burst forth instantly.

Like a divine spear of flame tearing through space, it struck the stone mountain with an aura of absolute destruction.

"Boom—!"

A deafening explosion echoed through the forest.

There were no flying rock fragments, nor was there any earth-shaking tremor.

Under that extreme heat and terrifying penetrative power, the entire hundred-meter-tall stone mountain was instantly melted and vaporized!

In its place remained only a bottomless, charred crater with dark red magma still flowing along its edges.

A scorching gale whistled past, causing Huang Yan's clothes to snap in the wind.

Looking at the terrifying destructive power before him, Huang Yan retracted his hand with satisfaction, a flicker of undisguised admiration in his eyes.

"As expected of a seventy-thousand-year-level burst spirit skill."

Huang Yan looked at the magma pit still emitting white smoke, chuckled, and muttered to himself:

"Extreme penetration combined with extreme heat. Even if an ordinary Spirit Saint were to activate their Avatar of the Martial Soul to take this hit head-on, they would be reduced to ashes in an instant. Very good, I am quite satisfied with this power."

Withdrawing his Martial Soul, Huang Yan turned and walked toward the outer perimeter of the Star Dou Great Forest.

Just as he stepped out of the forest edge, Huang Yan paused.

The three people walking toward him caught Huang Yan by surprise.

An old man leaning on a dragon-headed cane, an old woman with silver hair, and a beautiful young girl holding a Serpent Cane.

It was none other than the Peerless Dragon and Serpent couple, Meng Shu and Chao Tianxiang, along with their granddaughter, Meng Yiran.

"What a coincidence."

Huang Yan walked straight up and blocked their path.

Meng Shu frowned, looked Huang Yan up and down, and asked in a deep voice:

"Young brother, you've blocked our family's path—is there something you need?"

Huang Yan's expression remained calm as he got straight to the point:

"I was planning to go find Dugu Bo anyway. Since I've run into you here, we might as well go together."

"Looking for Poison Douluo?"

Meng Shu and Chao Tianxiang exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with suspicion and uncertainty:

"Why would you need to go with us to find Poison Douluo?"

Huang Yan glanced at them indifferently, his tone casual:

"My great-grandfather previously entrusted Dugu Bo to act as my guardian. I heard my great-grandfather mention last time that Dugu Bo intends to join forces with you, the Peerless Dragon and Serpent, to establish a sect. Since you are involved in this as well, let's skip the pleasantries and take me to see Dugu Bo."

As soon as these words were spoken, all three of them—Meng Shu and the others—gasped in shock.

To have a dignified Title Douluo act as a guardian?!

Just how terrifying must the great-grandfather mentioned by this young man be!

The shock and suspicion on Meng Shu's face instantly transformed into deep reverence.

Not daring to show the slightest bit of negligence, he quickly bowed slightly and spoke in a respectful tone:

"So you are the one under the protection of Senior Poison Douluo! This old man, Meng Shu, was negligent just now; I hope you will forgive me, Young Master!"

Meng Shu paused for a moment before continuing:

"What you say is absolutely correct, Young Master. Senior Poison Douluo did indeed approach us a while back to discuss the founding of a sect, and we have already agreed to join."

"Calculating the time, Senior Poison Douluo should be staying in Heaven Dou City right now. Since you are also heading there to find him, why don't we travel together? This old man would be happy to lead the way for you!"

Huang Yan nodded slightly, his expression remaining indifferent:

"Very well, let us depart."

Standing to the side, Meng Yiran stole glances at Huang Yan.

Watching his handsome, stern features and the composed, overbearing aura he exuded with every movement.

For a moment, Meng Yiran was left somewhat dazed.

Her heartbeat quickened slightly, and a faint blush rose to her pretty face without her realizing it.

Chao Tianxiang took in her granddaughter's reaction, and a plan immediately formed in her mind.

Leaning on her Serpent Cane, Chao Tianxiang walked forward with a smile, probing in a kindly tone:

"This young master truly has an extraordinary bearing and is a man of rare talent. To have Senior Poison Douluo personally act as your guardian, your talent must surely be one in ten thousand."

Chao Tianxiang paused, a glimmer of shrewdness flashing in her eyes as she asked with a chuckle:

"Might I ask your age, Young Master? What is your Martial Soul? And what level has your soul power reached?"

Huang Yan's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He had always disliked such prying into his background, but seeing that their attitude was relatively respectful, he gave a slight nod.

"My name is Huang Yan. As for my Martial Soul and soul power..."

Huang Yan did not waste words, slowly raising his right hand.

Accompanied by a crisp, high-pitched phoenix cry.

A brilliant golden-red light suddenly erupted from his body.

A sacred and majestic phantom of a Bright Phoenix appeared, spreading its wings behind him.

Although Huang Yan deliberately restrained himself and did not reveal any soul rings.

The powerful soul power fluctuations belonging to a level 48 Soul Ancestor swept outward without reservation.

Feeling this scorching and sacred, terrifying pressure, Meng Shu and Chao Tianxiang's expressions changed drastically, and they could not help but take a step back.

"This... this is a Phoenix Martial Soul?!"

Meng Shu stared fixedly at the golden-red phoenix phantom, his voice trembling:

"Not only is it an extreme fire attribute, but it is also accompanied by such a pure aura of light... A top-tier divine beast Martial Soul with both light and fire attributes!"

Chao Tianxiang was also filled with horror, her hand gripping the Serpent Cane trembling slightly as she muttered to herself:

"It's unbelievable... Judging solely by the quality of this Martial Soul and the pressure of a superior being, I fear that even the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, known as the number one beast Martial Soul in the world, cannot compare to it at all!"

Beside them, Meng Yiran was even more stunned by this sacred and overbearing aura, unable to speak.

Her beautiful eyes shimmered, and the gaze she cast toward Huang Yan held a trace of undisguised admiration.

Meng Shu took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart as he felt the intensity of that soul power and asked with a trembling voice:

"Young Master Huang Yan, your soul power aura... could it be that you have already reached the realm of a high-level Soul Ancestor?!"

Huang Yan casually retracted his Martial Soul and calmly uttered four words:

"Level forty-eight."