Tang Wulin, Gu Yue Heavily Injured, Wu Changkong's Fury

Tang Wulin lay not far away, in an even more miserable state.

He was covered in blood, his clothes tattered, and his body was riddled with wounds from wind blades and burns from flames.

Blood flowed down his arm, pooling on the ground.

His eyes were tightly shut; he had completely fainted.

The smoke and dust gradually dispersed.

The arena was a scene of devastation.

The originally flat stone floor had vanished, replaced by a massive crater.

Cracks spread from the crater outwards, reaching the edge of the arena.

The air still held a scorched scent and a faint trace of Shadow Power.

The Wang Zhi Trio remained standing.

He stood at the edge of the crater, his robes fluttering in the wind, yet he remained unmoving.

Ten Ghost Shadow Soldiers surrounded him. Although some had their forms dispersed by the shockwave, they quickly reformed.

Zhou Tian'er and Zhou Hanyou stood behind him, completely unharmed.

The entire venue fell silent.

The stadium, filled with eighty thousand people, was utterly quiet.

Everyone stared blankly at the youth on the stage, at the devastated arena, and at the two severely injured figures lying below.

At this moment, figures rushed onto the arena.

A figure clad in white was the first to reach the stage.

Wu Changkong looked at the severely injured Gu Yue and Tang Wulin, his heart filled with pain.

He squatted down and checked their breathing. They were still alive, but their injuries were extremely severe.

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the Wang Zhi Trio on the other side of the arena, the coldness in his eyes almost freezing.

But unfortunately, Shen Yi, who possessed powerful healing abilities, had already returned to Shrek with the Shrek Students who had come for the exhibition match.

Zhang Zhenpeng was the second to arrive.

He practically flew onto the stage, landing in front of the Wang Zhi Trio and scrutinizing them.

Unscathed, not even a scratch.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Good.

Good that nothing happened.

But at the same time, a trace of lingering fear rose in his heart.

He couldn't help but speak, his face filled with disappointment.

"What's going on with you three?!"

"Everyone else's Soul Skills are out of control, why didn't you two sisters use your Martial Soul Fusion Skill?"

"Yes! I know you have confidence in Xiao Zhi, but you also have to consider the unexpected, right?"

Zhou Tian'er lowered her head in shame, not daring to meet Zhang Zhenpeng's eyes.

Zhou Hanyou glanced at Wang Zhi and said nothing.

Wang Zhi quickly stepped forward to smooth things over.

"Dean, aren't the three of us fine?"

"I still have that much confidence."

His words were not an exaggeration.

Although he was only Two Rings now, his Combat Power had soared since gaining the Shadow Domain ability.

The uncontrolled Wind Fire Twin Tornadoes released by Gu Yue were only around Five Rings in power and did not exceed his control.

The reason he could unleash Five Rings level Combat Power in an instant was because the Shadow Domain, in addition to allowing him to use Shadow Power, had another ability: stacking.

It could stack the Strength of the Ghost Shadow Soldiers he summoned onto himself.

Although it was only for a moment, it was enough to deal with the enemy.

Moreover, if he summoned all Thirty Ghost Shadow Soldiers, the Combat Power unleashed in an instant could definitely reach the peak of a Six Rings Soul Emperor.

Therefore, the appearance of the Shadow Domain compensated for his weakness in individual Combat Power.

Hearing Wang Zhi say this, Zhang Zhenpeng also sighed.

He was about to take the three of them down...

A cold aura erupted from behind him.

Zhang Zhenpeng turned to look.

It was a White Clad Figure.

Young, handsome...

But his entire body exuded an indescribable chill.

That chill wasn't Soul Power, but a coldness from the depths of the soul.

Wu Changkong.

Zhang Zhenpeng's complexion immediately darkened.

He wasn't a Fool; it was obvious this person was the Teacher for the other three-person group in this competition.

But at this moment, the chill emanating from him clearly showed Dissatisfaction towards them.

Zhang Zhenpeng spoke directly.

"Your Excellency, what do you mean?"

"Do you need to clarify? It was your student's Soul Skill that went out of control, not mine."

"What are you trying to do by taking your anger out on us?!"

Wang Zhi, standing nearby, heard Zhang Zhenpeng say this, and a strange expression appeared on his face.

He knew that in the Original Work, it was their side whose Soul Skill went out of control.

However, Wang Zhi didn't dwell on it too much.

After all, he had transmigrated and already changed a part of the predetermined future.

The party at fault now wasn't them.

Not to mention, with Gu Yue's move of diverting trouble, he couldn't repay kindness with evil and save those two.

At the same time, he didn't have high expectations for Gu Yue himself.

Putting aside Gu Yue's infatuation, she was the Silver Dragon King, the co-leader of the Soul Beast race.

To her, human ethics and morality were extremely laughable; only the law of the jungle was the true way.

He wouldn't think that if the Soul Beast race hadn't been suppressed by the Spirit Transmitter Tower for Ten Thousand Years, they would now coexist peacefully with humans.

That was clearly impossible.

Those who are not of our kind must have different intentions.

This sentence is the truth.

As Wu Changkong heard Zhang Zhenpeng repeatedly say "Soul Skill out of control" four times, his expression grew darker and darker.

Rage filled his mind.

He had no intention of arguing who was right or wrong anymore.

He only knew that Tang Wulin and Gu Yue were seriously injured!

And the teacher from the opposing academy was still aggressive!

He suddenly took a step forward.

In his right hand, the Sky Frost Sword leaped out.

Two yellow, two purple, two black, six Soul Rings flashed with light.

White-robed, blue sword, Ice Sky Snow Cold!

A sword thrust out, stirring up wind and clouds.

The black Soul Ring, fifth in rank beneath Wu Changkong's feet, blazed with light.

Immediately after, a Blue Giant Sword appeared in the air. Then a second, a third, a fourth...

In almost the blink of an eye, nine giant swords hung in the air.

The terrifying pressure made the entire Tianhai Stadium seem to groan.

Everyone present could clearly feel the chilling cold emanating from the giant swords.

When Zhang Zhenpeng saw the six Soul Rings rising from Wu Changkong's body, his face turned pale with shock.

Although he was also a Six Rings Soul Master, his six Soul Rings were two yellow and four purple.

He knew all too well the cultivation of a Six Rings Soul Emperor who possessed Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings.

The nine giant swords appeared in the air, forming a huge Ice Wheel, and without any pause, they slashed down directly at Zhang Zhenpeng.

With Tang Wulin and Gu Yue's lives uncertain, Wu Changkong was truly enraged.

And the angrier the white-robed, blue sword became, the colder it grew.

In that instant, even the air around his body seemed to freeze.

Under the immense pressure, Zhang Zhenpeng's Martial Soul automatically erupted.

A pair of huge wings spread out from his back, and his body became robust.

Hands supporting the sky, a giant thunderball exploded in his hands, turning into a brilliant light that blasted towards the Ice Wheel.

"Boom--"

This was a contest between two Soul Emperors.

But even with just the first collision, the gap between the two sides was evident.

Amidst the violent roar, the thunderball shattered.

The Nine Giant Swords, however, merely flashed with blue light, as if unaffected, and continued to point directly at Zhang Zhenpeng!