Space Teleportation, the Emperor Armor's First Battle
"Boom!"
Tang Wulin's Blue Silver Grass slammed into the arena floor. The tremendous force sent dust billowing into the air.
When the dust settled, everyone saw a massive crater in the middle of the arena.
And Qiangu Wuji was nowhere to be seen.
The sight left the entire crowd in stunned silence.
A moment later...
"Hahaha! What a joke of a genius! He still ended up as my defeated opponent!"
Tang Wulin laughed maniacally on the arena, his booming laughter echoing across the venue.
At the sound of his laughter, Zhou Changxi and Xie Xie both collapsed onto the ground, their faces full of disbelief.
"Is he dead?"
"He really died just like that?"
Nearby, Gu Yue, who had been gathering various elemental attacks, stopped casting.
Seeing the figure that had vanished from the arena, she was lost. An indescribable feeling spread through her heart.
In a daze, she felt a pang in her chest, as if she had lost something important.
"How dare you... You actually dared to..."
She clenched her teeth. Suddenly, a powerful force erupted from her, and the colorful halos around her blazed even brighter. A sacred aura enveloped her.
But no one noticed the change in her. Everyone's attention was fixed on the arena.
"Bastard!"
In the sky, Teacher Wu's fourth Soul Ring lit up. Chilling air from the Heavenly Frost Sword swept across the arena, and the Blue Silver Grass that had still been lashing about was instantly frozen solid, locked in place.
He was dead!
The young master of the Spirit Pagoda had actually died just like that?
Wu Zhangkong couldn't imagine how the Eastsea Academy—or even the entire East Coast—could possibly endure the fury of two Limit Douluo if the Spirit Pagoda learned what had