Tang Ziran Is Furious! Black Mecha!

"Lose, and get lost..."

"No one's dared speak to me like that in a long time."

Hearing this, Guang Biao seemed to have heard some huge joke. His face was filled with disdain, and in the next moment, he erupted with the aura of a Soul Emperor.

"Martial Soul Possession."

With a soft snort, the Iron Armored Dragon Martial Soul identical to Guang Long's was instantly released. Layers of powerful armor appeared over his body.

Beneath his feet, six Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple, purple—radiated a powerful aura. Though it was not the optimal configuration, he was still an impressive expert.

After all, in recent years, Soul Beasts had become increasingly scarce. The former optimal Soul Ring configuration had become the mark of only a select few experts. One hundred-year Soul Beast and two thousand-year Soul Spirits were the true preferred choice.

"A six-ringed Soul Emperor."

Seeing this scene, the surrounding spectators all sucked in a breath. Even throughout all of Eastsea Academy, there was not a second expert of this level.

Yet that one person was currently here!

And that person was Eastsea's source of confidence!

It had to be known that Zhang Buwei, a certain Senior Department leader who preferred not to reveal his name, had once been beaten so badly by him that he could not fight back. That man was the sky of Eastsea Academy.

"..."

"Heavenly Frost."

Wu Changkong's expression remained indifferent as he watched the scene before him. No other emotions could be seen in his cold eyes as he murmured softly.

In the next moment, he tightly gripped the Weapon Martial Soul that had accompanied him for decades in his hand.

The treasured sword had a name: Heavenly Frost.

Then, six Soul Rings likewise emerged around him one after another—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black!

"He's also a Soul Emperor..."

"Wait, this is!"

There had been nothing unusual about the initial Soul Rings. But when the fifth and sixth appeared, Guang Biao looked as though he had seen a ghost.

Two yellow, two purple, two black—the optimal Soul Ring configuration!

Black! Ten thousand year Soul Rings!

Where could one even find Soul Beasts to kill these days? Unless one bought ten thousand year Soul Spirits made by the Spirit Pagoda...

But weren't those available only to a very small number of people?

"You actually have ten thousand year Soul Rings."

Guang Biao sucked in a breath, wariness flashing through his eyes. A Soul Emperor with ten thousand year Soul Rings...

This man was certainly no ordinary person!

"Boss, should we step in?"

At that moment, one of the Mecha Masters beside him frowned with concern. This was a Soul Emperor with ten thousand year Soul Rings—could the boss really handle him alone?

"..."

"Don't get any stupid ideas."

Guang Biao glared at him. Even if he could not win, he could not show it in front of so many people!

"Though you are strong, sir, I am not weak either."

"As long as you hand over the culprit who injured my younger brother, I will not remain here any longer. I do not wish to make a big scene with you..."

"Otherwise, do not blame my Mecha Brigade for being unreasonable."

As he spoke, he looked toward Wu Changkong.

He had not come here to make enemies. He only wanted to take away the culprit who had hurt someone. Since the man before him was an expert, it was best not to create bad blood if possible.

"Frost Scar."

Wu Changkong said nothing. The second yellow Soul Ring around him simply burst forth with intense light.

They were already about to start throwing punches, and he still wanted to reason things out?

If they wanted to lay a hand on his students, they would have to ask him first.

Second Soul Skill, Frost Scar.

"Damn it."

"Don't think I'm afraid of you—"

"Third Soul Skill, Might of the Giant Beast!"

Guang Biao snorted coldly, raising his massive iron armor before him. Both were six-ringed Soul Emperors; he did not believe himself to be weaker than the other.

So what if the other man had ten thousand year Soul Rings? He was a Defense Type Soul Master. No matter what kind of attack it was, he would surely be able to withstand it...

"No!"

"This isn't right!"

Yet under Wu Changkong's Soul Skill, Guang Biao was quickly thrown into disarray. Even his most dependable defense was as fragile as paper before the other man.

But this...

Was only the other man's second Soul Skill!

"Third Soul Skill."

"Heavenly Frost Slash."

Wu Changkong's face was filled with cold arrogance, but his hand did not pause in the slightest. Under everyone's watchful eyes, a huge sword phantom appeared and fiercely swept toward Guang Biao.

"Damn it, Sixth Soul Skill, Iron Dragon's Defense!"

"Awesome, Teacher Wu is making his move!"

"That bald guy definitely can't beat him."

Watching the battle in the distance, Xie Xie's eyes gleamed with excitement as he could not help looking forward to it. A Soul Emperor with the optimal Soul Ring configuration—Teacher Wu was indeed worthy of his reputation!

"Yeah, yeah."

"Wow, wow, wow~ Teacher Wu is so cool."

Tang Wulin and the others felt the same. No boy failed to admire the strong, much less an expert like Teacher Wu. Among them, Zhang Yangzi, Teacher Wu's number one fan, was especially enthusiastic.

"But that old bald man actually brought so many people. Seriously..."

"Good thing I called my father."

Xie Xie snorted. Though the Mecha Brigade had brought so many people, they should not think only they had connections. He had already called his father.

His father was also a Mecha Master!

"I wonder when..."

"I'll be able to become a six-ringed Soul Emperor too."

At that moment, Tang Luochuan looked at Wu Changkong with a thoughtful expression and could not help murmuring.

A Two-word Battle Armor Master, a six-ringed Soul Emperor...

Within seven years, he would definitely reach that level too!

"..."

As she watched the scene before her, Gu Yue fell into thought. That bald human was so annoying...

She would have Bear King get rid of him later.

After all, there was no use in keeping that human alive for Luochuan. He would only waste air.

Elsewhere, at the Xie Family estate.

Tang Ziran and Lang Yue had gathered there, helping plan Xie Tianhai's future black Mecha. Making a Black-level Mecha was no challenge at all for them.

"Brother Tang, Sister-in-law Tang... Xie Xie, Xie Xie just called me and said..."

Xie Tianhai's face carried both agitation and anger.

"Hm?"

"Little brother, what did Xie Xie say?"

Tang Ziran stopped what he was doing, confusion appearing on his face. Had something happened to the kids?

That should not be possible.

With his son's abilities, even if they encountered a Soul Ancestor or Soul King, there should not be any serious trouble, much less at Eastsea Academy.

"That guy from the Mecha Brigade, a Soul Emperor..."

"He went to cause trouble for Xie Xie, Luochuan, and the others!"

Xie Tianhai said furiously, anger written across his face.

"?"

"A Soul Emperor, a Mecha Master?"

At those words, the smile on Lang Yue's face instantly froze, turning grim. A Soul Emperor, a Mecha Master...

Someone had actually come to pick a fight with her son?

And he was a Mecha Master...

"Good!"

"I'd like to see just what this Mecha Master is capable of."

Tang Ziran sneered, heavily tossing the tool in his hand aside. All goodwill had vanished from his face.

Immediately afterward, a powerful aura surged forth, and two deep black Mechas abruptly appeared.

"I wonder whether Mecha Masters like us, at Rank 8..."

"Are enough to protect our own son?"

Tang Ziran and Lang Yue climbed into their Mechas and snorted coldly.

Bullying their son...

That guy's career as a Mecha Master was over!