Strong

Everyone only saw a blur before an extra person appeared in front of Eastsea Academy's group.

A white robe, long lake-blue hair cascading down his back, dark green eyes shining with a bright, pure light. He stood proudly there, and the temperature around him seemed to drop.

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

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

"Who are you?" Guang Biao narrowed his eyes, his aura continuing to rise.

Wu Changkong said flatly, "These four students you're looking for are mine. Beat me, and you may continue. Lose, and get lost."

His voice was cold, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, as if everything he said was simply a matter of course.

"Ha ha ha ha! Good. It's been a long time since anyone spoke to me like that. Let me weigh your worth." Guang Biao was laughing, but inwardly, he was already furious beyond measure.

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

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

With his Martial Soul released, Guang Biao's body grew half a meter taller. Starting from his forehead, iron-gray scales extended all the way down, as if his entire body had been covered in a thick suit of armor.

Three clusters of light also appeared around his shoulders and body at the same time—two yellow and one purple. The two yellow ones were identical lizard-shaped creatures, while the purple one was a giant python.

Purple—a Thousand-year Soul Spirit!

Without a doubt, the six Soul Rings on his body had been granted by these three Soul Spirits.

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

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

At this moment, he gave people the feeling that even a mountain before him would be easily crushed.

His powerful aura swept toward Wu Changkong like a tornado, sending his blue hair flying.

At that moment, everyone present suddenly felt cold, as if they had instantly entered winter.

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

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

Its sword ray was like autumn water, its sword rainbow like a strip of silk. White Clothes Blue Sword, Like a celestial being.

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

Rings of light emerged from the hilt. The Soul Rings were not large as they circled 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 appeared to freeze with the appearance of that sword. Wu Changkong merely stood there quietly, yet Guang Biao's originally violent aura had already solidified.

Ten thousand years... Ten-thousand-year Soul Rings, how was that possible... How could they be Ten-thousand-year Soul Rings!

Guang Biao stared at Wu Changkong in stunned disbelief. Ever since Soul Beasts had been On the verge of extinction, Ten-thousand-year Soul Rings seemed to have become exceedingly rare.

Even for the Spirit Pagoda, wasn't creating Ten-thousand-year Soul Spirits extraordinarily 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 mere Talent could achieve. Guang Biao knew perfectly well what kind of Factions were needed behind it.

No matter how impulsive he was, facing a Six Ring Soul Emperor with two Ten-thousand-year Soul Rings and cultivation no weaker than his own, he no longer had even the slightest confidence.

Wu Changkong did not look at him at all. Instead, he lowered his head and looked at the longsword In Hand.

The Frost Sky Sword—his Martial Soul. It had been A long time since it had last been displayed.

He had refined his Martial Soul with Spirit Power for A long time. Seeing this Old friend again, his gaze became somewhat entranced.

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

"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 lead them afterward?

Therefore, this battle was unavoidable no matter what.

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

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

At his level, his speed and strength were already terrifying. The dragon scales on his huge fist stood fully erect. Taking such a punch head-on would be no better than Lingchi.

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

The Ironclad Dragon fist swept forward like a hurricane. Guang Biao's thick, massive body seemed incapable of affecting Wu Changkong's mood in the slightest.

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

At that moment, Wu Changkong moved. His right wrist turned, and the six Soul Rings on the Frost Sky Sword actually all drew in at once. With a light lift of the sword tip, he struck precisely against that mountain-like fist.

"Ding ding ding ding ding..." A series of crisp chimes rang out.

When the first chime sounded, Guang Biao, who had charged like a raging dragon, stopped.

With every following chime, another scale was flicked from his fist, and his strong and robust body took another step back.

He wanted to resist, to unleash stronger Soul Power. But the instant the Frost Sky Sword touched his fist, waves of incomparably cold sword qi had already penetrated it, like countless sharp needles stabbing through his blood vessels into Inside Body.

He had no choice but to gather all his Soul Power to resist it. How could he possibly use a Soul Skill?

Seven crisp chimes. Seven steps backward. Yet Wu Changkong appeared to have made only one strike.

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

His dark green eyes suddenly turned purple. Pale violet 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 never left his Frost Sky Sword.

But when he thrust out that sword, Guang Biao felt as though something within his body had been ignited.

Those incomparably sharp Extreme Cold Sword Qi bursts erupted at once. Not only that, his mind seemed to slow, and his blood seemed on the verge of freezing.

And his renowned, powerful Martial Soul could not provide him with any protection at that moment. It was as if the Ironclad Dragon had completely abandoned him.

The purple giant snake Soul Spirit beside Guang Biao finally moved. Its massive body suddenly expanded, silver scales emerging across its purple body. Its huge tail lashed at Wu Changkong from the side, attacking where he had to defend!

To everyone's shock, Wu Changkong did not dodge.

Yes, he did not show even A bit of intent to evade. Azure light rose from his body, purple light still flickering in his eyes as he allowed the Thousand-year Soul Spirit's strike to land on him.

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

At that moment, everyone felt their vision blur. Wu Changkong himself seemed to turn into a sword, an identical Frost Sky Sword to the one he held. The purple giant snake Soul Spirit's tail had struck directly against the Sword Edge.

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

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

Guang Biao clenched his teeth. At this point, he could not even mobilize the power of his Martial Soul.

The other side'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 his Palms and channel every bit of Soul Power he could muster before him.

"Pff!" The blue light halted.

It stopped a fraction of an inch before Guang Biao's nose, but the icy chill seemed to form a net of swords that sealed his entire body within it. Both his palms had been completely pierced through and instantly turned 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, though it was impossible to tell whether it was from the cold or fear.

Wu Changkong said flatly, "I was driven out of That Place. The reason was that I have a bad temper."

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

The blue light withdrew. Countless blue Airflow seemed to gather toward Wu Changkong's body from between heaven and earth. The Frost Sky Sword became a streak of Flowing light and disappeared. He had already turned around and was walking toward Eastsea Academy.

Only the countless icy currents, including the portion that had entered Guang Biao's body, followed after him in a rushing flood.

Even after Wu Changkong had disappeared, the entire scene remained silent, as if everyone's voices had been frozen.

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

This had been a battle between Six 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 strikes?

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

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

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

"Male god!" No one knew which Girl suddenly screamed, but Eastsea Academy's side immediately turned into a sea of celebration.

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

Class Five's students in particular had flushed Small Faces, proudly puffing out their chests.

Other than students like Xie Xie, who had already been geniuses to begin with, who could feel good about being assigned to Class Five?

Wu Changkong's strength gave every Class Five student the feeling of finally holding their heads high.

Ye Yingrong stood among the Teachers, her Beautiful eyes visibly blank as she stared straight at where Wu Changkong had disappeared.

She murmured, "Sister, I never liked how cold he was. He's handsome, sure, but he's like an ice block."

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

Beside Ye Yingrong stood a Woman even more beautiful than her. She looked about the same age, and her eyes were equally vacant.

"Six Rings. He really is at Six Rings."

"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 just displayed, even against 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 sister and gave a Wry Smile. "Sister, you really hold grudges too much."

Determination gleamed 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 on his body gradually faded. His blood began flowing freely again, and his Soul Power and Martial Soul returned as well.

Blood finally began flowing from the wounds in his hands.

Looking at his palms, a flash of fear crossed Guang Biao's eyes. That Man was truly too terrifying! He could not possibly be a nobody...

"Captain, what should we do?" A similarly burly Man ran to his side and asked in a low voice. "How about using Soul Tools and Mecha?"

Guang Biao raised a hand and slapped him hard enough to make him stagger. "Bullshit. If you want to die, don't drag Laozi down with you."

"We're already going to have trouble cleaning up today's mess. If we dare use Soul Tools and Mecha, 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 someone else, he would never have done something as brainless as this today. Without even thinking, he knew Eastsea City's 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 clear 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 wave of icy Soul Power.

"Go back and cultivate!" Wu Changkong's tone remained 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 could not help asking now.

After all, they had caused such huge trouble.

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

"Go back and cultivate. From now on, other than Rest Day, 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 returned to their dorm room as well.

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

Sure enough, his hands were trembling.

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

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

"So Soul Masters can actually be this powerful!"

"Did you feel it?"

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

"This is what a strong person is—a true strong person!"

"How wonderful would it be if I could become as powerful as Teacher Wu one day?"

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

Tang Wulin also released Xie Xie's arm and said with some frustration, "You're almost Level 20 already. Why don't you know how to work hard?"

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

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

Tang Wuyang shrugged and added, "Teacher Wu built his strength through bit-by-bit accumulation. If we want to become like him, we can only work hard ourselves."

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