Powerful

Everyone only felt their vision blur, and another person appeared in front of the Eastsea Academy group.

A white robe, long lake-blue hair flowing down his back, and dark green eyes gleaming with bright, pure light. He stood there proudly, seeming to lower the temperature around him.

Guang Biao felt it most clearly. The moment this person appeared, the powerful aura he had just gathered scattered in all directions as though it had crashed into an iceberg.

"Teacher Wu, it's Teacher Wu..." Students on Eastsea Academy's side cried out in surprise.

"Who are you?" Guang Biao narrowed his eyes as his aura continued to rise.

Wu Changkong said calmly, "The four students you're looking for are my students. Beat me, and you can continue. Lose, and get lost."

His voice was cold, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, as though everything he said was only natural.

"Hahahaha! Good. It's been a long time since anyone dared speak to me like that. Let's see what you've got." Though Guang Biao was laughing, rage had already reached its peak in his heart.

A powerful yellow light suddenly surged from his body. Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple, purple—six Soul Rings rose beneath his feet.

Soul Emperor, a Sixth Ring Soul Emperor! A wave of shocked cries immediately erupted among the students.

As his Martial Soul was released, Guang Biao's body grew by half a meter. Starting from his forehead, iron-gray scales spread downward, making him seem as though he had been covered in a thick layer of armor.

Three balls of light also appeared at his shoulders and beside him: two yellow and one purple. The two yellow ones were identical lizards, while the purple one was a Giant Snake.

Purple—a Thousand-year Soul Spirit!

Without a doubt, his six Soul Rings had been granted by those three Soul Spirits.

Anyone capable of possessing a Thousand-year Soul Spirit was certainly an absolute expert among Soul Masters.

Though both possessed the Ironclad Dragon Martial Soul, the aura Guang Biao gave off was countless times stronger than Guang Long's.

At that moment, he gave people the feeling that even a mountain before him would be effortlessly crushed beneath his feet.

His powerful aura swept toward Wu Changkong like a tornado, making his blue hair flutter in the wind.

At that moment, everyone present suddenly felt a chill run through their bodies, as though they had instantly entered winter.

What Guang Biao saw was a faint blue flash. His violent tornado-like aura was instantly split in two and vanished without a trace.

Wu Changkong still stood there in flowing white robes. At some unknown point, a pale blue longsword had appeared in his right hand.

The Sword Ray was like autumn water, the Sword Rainbow like a strip of silk. White Clothes Blue Sword, graceful as an immortal.

Very few people at Eastsea Academy had seen him fight. Nearly everyone's gaze focused on that sword.

Rings of light emerged from the hilt. The Soul Rings were not large and hovered around the blade, but their colors were dazzling.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black!

Yes, the final two Soul Rings were black. Black represented ten thousand years.

Yes, those were Ten-thousand-year Soul Rings!

The air seemed frozen. The entire sky seemed to freeze with the appearance of that sword. Wu Changkong merely stood there quietly, yet Guang Biao's previously violent aura had already solidified.

Ten thousand years... Ten-thousand-year Soul Rings? How could that be... How could they be Ten-thousand-year Soul Rings!

Guang Biao stared at Wu Changkong in stunned disbelief. Ever since Soul Beasts had neared extinction, Ten-thousand-year Soul Rings had rarely appeared.

Even for the Spirit Pagoda, wasn't creating Ten-thousand-year Soul Spirits extremely difficult?

But why? Why did he have Ten-thousand-year Soul Rings? Who exactly was he?

Obtaining Ten-thousand-year Soul Rings was not something one could achieve through talent alone. Guang Biao knew exactly what kind of backing was needed.

No matter how impulsive he was, when facing a Sixth Ring Soul Emperor who possessed two Ten-thousand-year Soul Rings and whose cultivation was no lower than his own, he no longer had the slightest confidence.

Wu Changkong did not even look at him. Instead, he lowered his head and looked at the longsword in his hand.

The Frost Sky Sword, his Martial Soul, had not been displayed for a long time.

He had used Spirit Power to temper his Martial Soul for years. Seeing this old companion again, his eyes grew somewhat dazed.

At that moment, his gaze was no longer cold. It was as gentle as water, as though he were looking at his beloved.

"Roar!" Guang Biao threw back his head and roared. At this point, he could no longer care about anything else. If he showed cowardice before so many subordinates, how could he continue leading them?

Therefore, this battle was unavoidable no matter what.

The First Soul Ring lit up, and iron-gray light instantly burst from the scales covering his body. Iron Armored Dragon Body!

Guang Biao stomped his left foot heavily on the ground and shot toward Wu Changkong like a hurricane.

At his level, his speed and strength were already terrifying. The dragon scales on his enormous fist stood completely erect. Taking that punch head-on would be no better than being cut to pieces.

Wu Changkong continued looking at his Frost Sky Sword, standing motionless where he was.

The Ironclad Dragon fist came like a hurricane, while Guang Biao's massive, heavy body seemed utterly incapable of affecting his mood.

"Teacher Wu, be careful!" Tang Wuyang and Tang Wulin shouted at the same time from afar.

At that moment, Wu Changkong moved. His right wrist turned, and all six Soul Rings on the Frost Sky Sword actually withdrew at once. The sword tip lifted lightly and struck precisely against the mountain-like fist.

"Ding ding ding ding ding..."

When the first crisp sound rang out, Guang Biao, who had charged forward like a raging dragon, stopped.

With every subsequent crisp sound, a scale was flicked from his fist, and his sturdy body took a step backward.

He wanted to resist, wanted to unleash even stronger Soul Power, but the instant the Frost Sky Sword touched his fist, streams of incomparably cold Sword Qi had already penetrated it. Like sharp needles, they followed his blood vessels into his body.

He had no choice but to gather all his Soul Power to deal with them. How could he possibly release a Soul Skill?

Seven crisp sounds, seven steps back, yet Wu Changkong appeared to have only made a single strike.

A faint blue radiance rose from his body. In that brief instant of collision, Wu Changkong's aura had astonishingly condensed.

His dark green eyes suddenly turned purple. Pale purple light bloomed from his pupils as the Frost Sky Sword thrust forward.

It was an action so simple it could not have been simpler. From beginning to end, Wu Changkong's eyes had remained fixed only on his Frost Sky Sword.

Yet when he thrust out with that sword, Guang Biao felt as though something inside him had been ignited.

The streams of incomparably sharp Extreme Cold Sword Qi erupted at once. Not only that, he felt his mind becoming sluggish and his blood nearly freezing solid.

And his famously powerful Martial Soul was unexpectedly unable to protect him in the slightest at that moment, as though the Ironclad Dragon had completely abandoned him.

The purple Giant Snake Soul Spirit beside Guang Biao finally moved. Its huge body abruptly expanded, silver scales emerging across its purple body. Its massive tail lashed directly toward Wu Changkong from the side, attacking what he had to defend!

What shocked everyone was that Wu Changkong did not dodge.

Yes, he did not have even the slightest intention of evading. Azure radiance surged from his body, purple light still flickering in his eyes as he allowed the Thousand-year Soul Spirit's strike to hit him.

"Chi!" With a soft sound, the blue radiance around Wu Changkong visibly intensified the instant he was struck.

At that moment, everyone felt their vision blur. Wu Changkong himself seemed to become a sword, a Frost Sky Sword identical to the one in his hand. The purple Giant Snake Soul Spirit's tail had struck precisely against that blade.

Purple light flashed past. The cut was smooth and even. The Soul Spirit let out a miserable cry, and the glow around its body instantly dimmed.

At that moment, the Frost Sky Sword had already reached Guang Biao.

Guang Biao clenched his teeth tightly. At that point, he could not even draw upon the power of his Martial Soul.

The opponent's powerful Extreme Cold Sword Qi had severed the connection between him and his Martial Soul, slowing his thoughts. All he could do was raise both palms and gather every bit of Soul Power he could mobilize in front of him.

"Puff!" The blue light stopped.

It stopped an inch before Guang Biao's nose, but the frigid air had seemingly turned into a web of swords that completely trapped his body within it. Both his palms had already been pierced through, instantly turning the same pale blue as the Frost Sky Sword.

"You, your eyes... You came from that place..." Guang Biao said blankly.

His voice trembled uncontrollably, whether from the cold or fear, no one knew.

Wu Changkong said indifferently, "I was driven out of that place because I have a bad temper."

"So don't let me see you again."

The blue light withdrew. Countless streams of blue energy seemed to gather toward Wu Changkong's body. The Frost Sky Sword turned into a streak of light and vanished. He had already turned around and was walking toward Eastsea Academy.

Only the countless icy streams of air, including the portion that had entered Guang Biao's body, followed after him in a rush.

Even after Wu Changkong vanished from sight, the entire area remained silent, as though everyone's voices had been frozen.

Whether they were teachers and students of Eastsea Academy or Mecha Masters from the Mecha Brigade, everything that had just happened was far too shocking.

This had been a battle between Sixth Ring Soul Emperors. They had seen a Thousand-year Soul Spirit, and even the appearance of Ten-thousand-year Soul Rings.

But why, at the same level, had Wu Changkong defeated Guang Biao with only two sword strikes?

Guang Biao had become the captain of the Mecha Brigade because his combat experience and cultivation were undoubtedly among the best.

Even if his Soul Rings were inferior to Wu Changkong's, he should not have collapsed so quickly.

Unless the gap between their Martial Souls was enormous, or... Wu Changkong possessed far richer combat experience than he did, as well as something special.

"Male god!" Some girl suddenly screamed, and Eastsea Academy's side instantly became a sea of celebration.

For a time, both the Intermediate Department and Advanced Department shouted Wu Changkong's name.

Especially the students of Class Five, whose little faces were flushed red as they proudly puffed out their chests.

Other than students who were already geniuses like Xie Xie, who could feel good about being assigned to Class Five?

Wu Changkong's strength made every student in Class Five feel as though they had finally held their heads high.

Ye Yingrong stood among the teachers, her beautiful eyes clearly somewhat vacant as she stared straight at the place where Wu Changkong had disappeared.

She murmured, "Sis, I never liked his icy attitude before. He's handsome, but he's like a block of ice."

"But now, I think I might like him too. He's already so handsome that his flaws can be ignored."

Beside Ye Yingrong stood a woman even more beautiful than her. She appeared to be around the same age, and her gaze was equally vacant.

"Six rings. He really is a Sixth Ring Soul Emperor."

"I thought I still had a chance to catch up to him. Now it seems I'll never be able to get revenge on him."

"With the strength he displayed just now, even if he encountered a Seventh Ring Soul Saint, he would probably be able to fight—and perhaps even win. As expected of someone from that place."

Ye Yingrong looked at her older sister and smiled bitterly. "Sis, you really hold grudges."

A determined light flickered in Ye Yingluo's beautiful eyes. "No one has ever rejected me. He was the first. He must pay the price!"

Guang Biao stood there for more than ten minutes before the chill in his body gradually faded. His blood began to flow freely again, and his Soul Power and Martial Soul returned as well.

Blood finally began to flow from the wounds in his hands.

Looking at his palms, a trace of fear flashed through his eyes. That man was simply too terrifying! He definitely could not be a nobody...

"Captain, what should we do?" A similarly burly man ran over and asked in a low voice. "Should we use Soul Tools and Mechas?"

Guang Biao raised a hand and slapped him so hard that he staggered. "Bullshit. If you want to die, don't drag me down with you."

"We're already going to have a hard time cleaning up today's mess. If we dare use Soul Tools and Mechas, do you think any of us will survive? Let's go back."

He glanced at his younger brother lying on the stretcher and let out a heavy sigh.

If it had been anyone else, he never would have done something so foolish today. Without even thinking, he knew that the Eastsea City Administrative Office would impeach him over this matter.

But he had always been far too protective of this younger brother.

After suffering such a huge loss this time, Guang Biao had flown into a rage and brought people here to cause trouble.

But now, it was obvious that he had kicked an iron plate. Guang Biao had no choice but to consider how to deal with the aftermath.

Tang Wuyang, Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Gu Yue were directly carried back to the front of the dormitory building by a stream of icy Soul Power.

"Go back and cultivate!" Wu Changkong's tone was as cold as ever.

"Teacher, you don't blame us?" Although Wu Changkong had said nothing when Tang Wuyang explained what had happened earlier, Tang Wulin still could not help asking.

After all, they had caused such a huge problem.

Wu Changkong glanced at the four of them. "You didn't do anything wrong. Why would I blame you?"

"Go back and cultivate. From now on, other than rest days, you are not allowed to leave the academy at night."

"Yes!"

Wu Changkong left on his own. After saying goodbye to Gu Yue, Tang Wuyang, Tang Wulin, and Xie Xie also returned to their dormitory.

"Wulin, Wuyang, I'm trembling a little. What's going on?" Xie Xie grabbed Tang Wuyang and Tang Wulin's arms respectively.

Sure enough, his hands were shaking.

Tang Wulin asked in confusion, "Are you cold?"

At that moment, Xie Xie's eyes shone especially brightly. "No, I'm not cold. I'm excited."

"So Soul Masters can actually be this powerful!"

"Did you feel it?"

"The instant Teacher Wu drew his sword, it felt as though the entire world around us was changing, freezing over."

"This is what a powerhouse is, a true powerhouse!"

"How great would it be if I could become as powerful as Teacher Wu someday?"

Tang Wuyang shook off his hand irritably. "Then hurry back and meditate. Your Soul Power won't improve just because you stand here daydreaming."

Tang Wulin also let go of Xie Xie's hand, looking somewhat exasperated. "You're almost Level 20 already. Why don't you know to work hard?"

Xie Xie asked in confusion, "After watching such a battle, aren't you two excited?"

Tang Wulin said calmly, "Of course we're excited. But what use is excitement alone?"

Tang Wuyang shrugged and continued, "Teacher Wu also accumulated his strength bit by bit to reach where he is today. If we want to be like him, we can only work hard ourselves."

Xie Xie rolled his eyes. "You two brothers have beaten me. Go meditate. I'll be excited a little longer."