"If you can hold out against Guang Ling and Mad Lion together for the time it takes a stick of incense to burn, you'll pass the test. How does that sound?" Qian Daoliu looked at Jiang Baiyu as he spoke.
"I would be honored to accept. Seniors, please." Jiang Baiyu cupped his hands and looked at the two men.
"Come with us to the training ground, kid," Mad Lion said in his booming voice.
The others followed.
The white-jade training ground of the Worship Hall stretched out smooth and level. Soft golden light fell from the Angel God Statue above, while a powerful, sacred pressure permeated the air.
A stick of sandalwood incense sat on the altar. If Jiang Baiyu lasted until it burned out, he would pass the Worship Hall's test.
In the arena, Jiang Baiyu's Soul Power surged. The ancient Shennong Cauldron floated above his head, faint light flowing through the plant patterns on its surface. Facing two powerful Douluo, he dared not hold back. He summoned his Martial Soul at once, ready to unleash his Soul Skills.
Four Soul Rings—purple, purple, black, and multicolored—hovered around him. His first two were both thousand-year rings, his third was ten thousand years old, and the fourth was stranger still, its colors shifting with the light. Even the well-traveled elders of the Worship Hall had never seen a Soul Ring Configuration as extraordinary as Jiang Baiyu's. Its brilliant colors stood out across the hall.
At the same time, two Dragon King Soul Bones lay hidden within his body, silently stirring with the vast power of dragon blood. His physical strength rivaled a Soul Sage's. Even so, the pressure of facing two Titled Douluo weighed on his shoulders like a mountain.
"Good lad!" Mad Lion cheered. Though he had already heard about