Lin Yan's Terrifying Strength!

In the Douluo Continent, three years passed in the blink of an eye. Both Lin Tian and Lin Yan broke through to level thirty. Their cultivation speed was incredibly fast; one could say they were terrifying leaders of this era, leaving everyone else far behind.

Even Tang San, that child of destiny, could not compare to them.

Lin Yan's third Soul Ring almost reached ten thousand years, but ultimately stopped at nine thousand. It was not that he lacked the courage to absorb a ten-thousand-year ring, but rather that the two of them hunting a ten-thousand-year Soul Beast would be a life-or-death gamble. They could manage thousand-year Soul Beasts through borrowed strength and "cheating" methods, but ten-thousand-year ones were a different story.

Watching Lin Yan slowly wake up after absorbing the nine-thousand-year Soul Ring, Lin Tian couldn't help but sigh, "You really are a glutton for punishment."

He himself couldn't handle more than a seven-thousand-year ring, yet Lin Yan had gone straight for nine thousand; the guy simply had an unyielding nature.

"The last meeting confirmed the main body is nearly nine years old. We must hurry," Lin Yan said slowly.

"Fine then." Lin Tian nodded. They had one year to execute their plan.

The first step was to return to Suotuo City and test their strength.

Lin Tian turned his head, his gaze falling on Lin Yan, his tone flat yet carrying a hint of instruction: "I'll head back early to make arrangements. You hurry up." As his voice fell, a faint white light rose from his back, the airflow around him disturbed, as if fine halos of light were circulating on his shoulders.

"Understood." Lin Yan responded softly, looking up at Lin Tian, a flash of understanding crossing his eyes.

Suddenly, the white light around Lin Tian flared intensely. A pair of snow-white wings unfolded from thin air, the edges glowing with a soft luster, stirring up a gentle breeze.

As the wings flapped lightly, Lin Tian's figure rose into the air, leaving behind only a faint white afterimage.

This was Lin Tian's five-thousand-year second soul skill, Wisdom Wings, which was also a part of his Body Martial Soul. It could be said that Lin Tian was the least "Body Martial Soul-like" among them.

Lin Yan withdrew his gaze, rubbed his brow, and straightened his back. With a firm look toward the direction of Suotuo City, he decided to walk back alone, treating it as a trial for his own endurance and physique.

At night, Lin Yan stopped at a temporary inn. He walked in, found a seat to rest, and ate some food before continuing his journey. As for sleep, with his spiritual power, he didn't need it at all.

However, his plan to eat peacefully and leave was completely shattered by a group of noisy figures.

Several young figures crowded in—a group of teenagers around seventeen or eighteen. Their voices were loud and hurried, their expressions full of arrogance, exuding a "who else but me" kind of swagger, as if the entire room were filled with their clamor.

Lin Yan's gaze swept over them coldly before he looked away, acting as if nothing had happened.

He recognized these people: students of Shrek Academy. Especially that one figure—Tang San, the protagonist of this era.

It could be said that if Tang Wuling, the protagonist on the main body's side, was a good protagonist, then this Tang San was a rather abnormal one. Furthermore, this academy would be the greatest obstacle on the path forward for him and Lin Tian.

But for now, it was far from the time to tear off the mask.

Lin Yan suppressed his thoughts, choosing to completely ignore the arrogant group of youths, and kept his focus steady on the food before him.

Fate always loved to play jokes; another group of students walked in.

It was Canghui Academy, the group preparing to clash with Shrek Academy.

The conflict happened after all. Lin Yan, who had just wanted to finish his meal and leave, had his table overturned by a Canghui student who had been sent flying.

The Shrek students laughed heartily as they watched the Canghui student fly away, especially the fat one: "Boss Dai, you're truly amazing! These guys are nothing but paper tigers!"

"Paper tigers?" Lin Yan stood up. He hadn't wanted to clash with these people, but since they had ruined his food, he had no intention of holding back.

He turned around, staring at them with an unfriendly gaze. "You lot overturned my food. Don't you think you should offer some compensation?"

The Shrek students, who had been laughing, looked at the red-haired man who was taller and more handsome than Dai Mubai. Ma Hongjun, that fat pig, immediately felt annoyed and retorted directly, "What? Unhappy? If you've got the guts, hit me!"

Bang!

A dull, thunderous impact exploded in the inn's lobby. Ma Hongjun was like a stone launched by immense force; his body turned into a blurred afterimage, and before he could even finish his scream, he smashed through the inn's door, carrying broken wood chips as he crashed heavily into the dense forest outside, leaving behind only the sound of snapping branches and a trail of dust.

The speed was absurdly fast—so fast that everyone present froze in place. Even Zhao Wuji, who was hovering above the inn's eaves and was usually composed, saw his pupils shrink; he hadn't even been able to react in time.

"Ma Hongjun!"

Dai Mubai's roar exploded at the same moment Ma Hongjun hit the ground. The sound was wrapped in monstrous fury, the veins on his forehead bulging, and bloodthirsty malice surging in his eyes.

He stared fixedly at Lin Yan, who had struck. "You bastard, go to hell!"

Before his voice faded, a thick wave of soul power erupted from his chest, and a roar echoed through the inn: "White Tiger Possession!"

Hum!

Three Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet: yellow, yellow, purple. The strength of a Soul Elder was Dai Mubai's greatest advantage!

Before he could react, Lin Yan appeared like a ghost. Looking down at him, he suddenly reached out, grabbed his neck, and slammed him downward. With a dull "thud," Dai Mubai's forehead hit the floor hard, and sharp pain spread instantly.

At the same time, the fire element on Lin Yan's body erupted like a waking volcano. Scalding heat waves, wrapped in destructive pressure, instantly engulfed Dai Mubai. The scorching aura nearly burned his clothes, and the surrounding air was baked until it distorted.

"Ahhhhh..." Dai Mubai screamed in agony, feeling the burning pain and the wounds caused by the heat.

As a Soul Elder, he hadn't even had a chance to resist! This was a deeply humiliating performance for him!

"Boss Dai!" Tang San reacted faster than the others, immediately using his first soul skill, Blue Silver Grass, to entangle and grab Lin Yan, trying to pull him off Dai Mubai.

The moment the Blue Silver Grass touched Lin Yan, a terrifying scene unfolded before Tang San: the grass actually caught fire.

"This... how is this possible?" Tang San stared at this scene in disbelief, completely stunned.

Since when was his Blue Silver Grass so fragile?

Lin Yan looked at Dai Mubai, who had already passed out from the burning. He slowly withdrew his hand, faint sparks still lingering between his fingers, drifting away with his movements.

He turned slightly, looking back slowly. Those eyes, which were already reddish, now looked like two dancing flames. His sharp gaze, like a blade quenched in fire, locked directly onto Tang San and the others standing behind him. His voice was low, cold, and carried an unquestionable deterrent force.

"Next!"