(Second update)
Boom!!!
The Death Knight Yang Ming had summoned clashed its spear against Yan's fist, producing a collision like the tolling of morning bells and evening drums.
Driven back by the impact of the Death Knight's accelerated charge, Yan staggered six steps backward. Each step left a deep footprint in the hard floor as he bled off the terrifying force carried by the spear.
Yet what frightened everyone was that the Death Knight's thrust, comparable to a full-force strike from a Spirit King, had failed to pierce Yan's fist. It had merely left a pale mark on its surface.
Not only that, Yan's aura continued to rise. The dark-red blazing fire enveloping his body grew ever more intense, while his red hair streamed wildly behind him, just like his bearing.
Arrogant and overbearing!
Ultimate defense, ultimate offense, ultimate heat!
This was Yan's Martial Soul, one of the finest Martial Souls on the Douluo Continent—the Flame Lord!
In a sense, Yan's Martial Soul should be classified as a Beast Martial Soul, since it manifested as an attached form when used. Having reached level fifty, Yan had made his body this tough with only his first two soul skills. Its power was plain to see.
Moreover, Yan's Flame Lord Martial Soul was not merely fire-attributed. It possessed both fire and earth attributes!
How could someone chosen as one of the Golden Generation possibly be mediocre?
Seeing that the Death Knight's spear tip had been bent aside by Yan's punch, Yang Ming took a bite of watermelon and praised him approvingly.
"You're quite good."
Although his tone was full of praise, Yang Ming's manner of a senior complimenting a junior truly displeased Yan.
As one of his Soul Rings lit up, Yan clenched his casserole-sized fist. His eyes gushed with terrifying heat