White Robes, Blue Sword, Sky Ice, Snow Chill!

"Teacher Wu, long live!" Yun Mu said with a smile.

"You... be more careful next time. You actually used Spirit Forging to make a vest. You should know that Spirit Forging has already reached the level needed to forge a Two-word Battle Armor." Wu Changkong rubbed his forehead helplessly.

"Well, um, I just forged it casually. I wanted it to be convenient at the time and didn't think that much about it." Yun Mu scratched his head.

"All right, prepare for the final exam. We should be going to the Tang Sect," Wu Changkong said with a smile.

"Sure, Teacher Wu. Are you hoping to bring all of them into the Tang Sect?" Yun Mu asked with a smile.

"The Tang Sect's cultivation methods will benefit them, though I don't think they'll be of much use to you." Wu Changkong said, "All right, you can go back first."

The two returned to their dormitory with their arms around each other's shoulders.

"Brother, why don't you want to go to the Spirit Pagoda?" Tang Wulin asked.

"It's nothing. I just don't like the look of the Spirit Pagoda," Yun Mu said indifferently. "You're still young. You don't need to know so much."

"Brother, we're about the same age!" Tang Wulin said quietly.

Yun Mu rubbed Tang Wulin's head. "Our identities are different, so naturally we think about different things. You just need to grow up simply and peacefully."

The next morning arrived quietly.

Yun Mu headed to the classroom. The moment he entered, he saw Zhang Yangzi ingratiatingly say to Wu Changkong, "Teacher Wu, the final subject of the final exams is coming up. Can we postpone today's practical combat class?"

Wu Changkong's words were filled with coldness and despair. At least, that was certainly how it felt to a group of students about to go on break.

"The practical combat class will continue. I've thought it over. Given your current situation, the God Spirit Platform isn't suitable for you yet. The practical combat class needs some changes as well. Follow me."

The six followed Wu Changkong to the school's training hall.

Wu Changkong took them to the third-floor arena. With no other classes using it, there was enough room for all of them to fight without restraint.

"Next, the six of you will face me alone. I may use my Martial Soul," Wu Changkong said calmly.

"Teacher, isn't that unfair?" Xie Xie asked.

"What do you think would be fair? I'll use all of my Soul Power. Yun Mu, you will also go all out," Wu Changkong said.

Wu Changkong was the first to release his Martial Soul, leaving the other Class Zero students no chance to continue speaking.

Two yellow, two purple, and two black. A terrifying aura burst from his body.

White robes, blue sword—Sky Ice, snow chill!

Because Yun Mu was present, Wu Changkong did not suppress his Soul Power.

Wu Changkong stood in the center with the Sky Frost Sword in hand, his gaze beneath his ice-blue hair colder than the blade itself.

The five opposite him spread out in a fan formation. Yun Mu's Sword of Life glimmered with faint golden light, while Blue Silver Vines curled around Tang Wulin's wrists from his palms.

Looking at Wu Changkong with his full aura unleashed, Yun Mu could not help but marvel. Being handsome was a feeling!

Of course, now was not the time to think about that.

Fine motes of light from seven elements swirled around Gu Yue's fingertips.

The Light Dragon Dagger spun rapidly in Xie Xie's hand.

Wang Jinxi raised a hand and summoned the Bone Dragon Claw, black-purple bone patterns crawling over his entire right arm.

"Attack!" Xie Xie moved first, turning into a streak of light. The Light Dragon Blade slashed out a blazing white sword aura aimed straight at Wu Changkong's lower back, while the Shadow Dragon Blade followed close behind, concealed in the shadows. At the same time, Tang Wulin unleashed Blue Silver Strangulation. Dozens of dark-blue vines burst from the ground and coiled around Wu Changkong's legs like living snakes.

Gu Yue raised her hand, creating three earthen walls in front of Wu Changkong. Then she drew forth flames, and the walls instantly crackled as they burned. Waves of fire wrapped in shattered stone rushed at him—she intended to seal off his retreat.

Wu Changkong did not move his feet an inch. He raised the Sky Frost Sword at an angle, and his First Soul Skill, Frost Mark, formed an ice shield behind him. With a clang, it knocked aside Xie Xie's Light Dragon Blade.

With a flick of his left fingers, ice-blue Soul Power struck the vines. The Blue Silver Vines that had just wrapped around his ankles instantly froze. Then he spun and swung his sword. The crescent-shaped ice blade of Sky Frost Slash flew out, cleaving through the earthen walls and fire waves at the waist. Shattered ice and sparks scattered across the ground.

"Wang Jinxi! Martial Soul Fusion!" Zhang Yangzi suddenly shouted. The wings of the Dark Phantom Eagle spread behind him, their dark-purple patterns glowing brilliantly.

Wang Jinxi did not hesitate either. He pressed the Bone Dragon Claw to the ground, and black-purple Soul Power surged toward Zhang Yangzi—they were about to unleash their Martial Soul Fusion Skill!

But the instant the two forces touched, they rebounded as if they had struck a wall. Zhang Yangzi staggered back two steps, and more than half the patterns on his wings dimmed. "What's going on? Our Martial Souls won't fuse!"

"You were distracted." Wu Changkong's voice suddenly emerged from the cold mist. His Second Soul Skill, Frost Mist, had already spread through the arena. Within the pale-blue fog, dozens of ice swords suddenly fell from the sky.

It was his Fourth Soul Skill, Frost Ice Rain!

Xie Xie reacted the fastest. The Shadow Dragon Blade cut through afterimages as he tried to evade, but the instant the ice swords hit the ground, ice spikes grew from them. One sliced his ankle, and he immediately staggered before dropping to his knees.

Tang Wulin hurriedly wove a shield from Blue Silver Vines, but the ice swords carried extreme cold. The vines turned brittle the moment they touched them. An ice sword slammed into his shoulder, making him grunt in pain as he retreated.

Gu Yue hurriedly drew on the water element, intending to melt the ice, but Wu Changkong's Frost Whisper Ice Wheel had already flown toward her, the circular ice wheel locking onto her precisely.

Gu Yue had only just formed a barrier of dark element when the ice wheel crashed into it. The barrier shattered to pieces, and the wheel struck her chest, instantly freezing her in place. Only her eyes could still move.

Seeing his companions suffer one setback after another, Wang Jinxi lunged at Wu Changkong with the Bone Dragon Claw trailing black wind. His Second Soul Skill, Bone Soul Swap, activated, and half his body turned ethereal as he tried to circle around behind him.

But Wu Changkong had been prepared. He stabbed backward with the Sky Frost Sword, and Frost Mark became ice chains that wrapped around Wang Jinxi's Bone Dragon Claw. The cold from the chains climbed up along the claw, instantly freezing Wang Jinxi's newly formed spirit body back into solid flesh. He howled in pain as he flung his arm.

Yun Mu had been supporting them from the sidelines all along. Only after seeing Xie Xie pinned by ice spikes, Tang Wulin clutching his shoulder, Gu Yue frozen, and Wang Jinxi bound by ice chains did he tighten his grip on the Sword of Life.

His Third Soul Skill, Sword Domain: Fleeting Splendor, suddenly unfolded. Blossoms rained across the entire arena. Half the petals transformed into blades and shot toward Wu Changkong, while the other half drifted toward his companions.

But Wu Changkong's Sixth Soul Skill, Condensing Frost, had already enveloped him. His Ice Armor blocked the petal blades, and he swung his sword in return, slashing out ice blades. Tang Wulin and the others had only just been wrapped in petals to heal when the ice blades swept over them. They instantly fell to the ground without moving.

Only Yun Mu remained in the arena. Panting, he tugged at his collar. With a click, the armor on his left arm locked into place, pale-gold patterns climbing up his arm. The right arm armor followed, and the armor on his right leg clanged into place over his knee. The three pieces of soul-guided armor gleamed with metallic luster.

Two-word Battle Armor!

Wu Changkong's eyes lit up.

At the same time, the light of Yun Mu's Sword of Life tripled in intensity. He raised his hand and activated Withering Bones Forge Edge, pale-gold Soul Power wrapping around the blade before the glow of Life Sword Rain layered over it.

He had spent too much Soul Power saving his companions just now. Now, he could only fight head-on.

Wu Changkong raised an eyebrow. The icy power on the Sky Frost Sword rose as well. The remaining ice from Frost Ice Rain circled at his feet, while the Frost Whisper Ice Wheel hovered at the tip of his sword.