Just as Gu Yue began to doubt her life as a dragon.
The battle in the arena had already entered its most intense phase.
Though they had exchanged only a few moves, Wu Zhangkong already understood.
In the mere month-long break, Xu Yue's strength had undergone another earth-shaking transformation.
With nothing but his fleshly body, without dragonification, he could shatter Soul Skills with a punch.
This could no longer be explained by some so-called ten-thousand-year fourth Soul Ring and a surge in spiritual power.
Even based solely on the strength he had displayed so far, it was difficult to glimpse the full extent of Xu Yue's true combat power.
The next moment.
Wu Zhangkong's expression abruptly turned incomparably grave.
His fifth and sixth Soul Rings lit up at once, and a bone-piercing chill erupted around him once more.
The temperature across the entire training ground plummeted to freezing, fine ice crystals condensing in the air.
"Frostwhisper Ice Wheel."
"Condensing Frost."
Immediately afterward, sharp sword energy gathered around the blade once more.
Frost Sky Slash!
All three Soul Rings shone at once, and Wu Zhangkong's aura instantly soared to a terrifying height. His Soul Power fluctuations surged like raging waves.
His presence was in no way inferior to that of some Soul Sages.
This time, Wu Zhangkong did not unleash a distant sword-energy slash as before. With a stomp, his body moved like a ghostly shadow.
He instantly transformed into an icy-blue streak of light, closing the distance to Xu Yue at astonishing speed.
At the same time, the Frost Sky Sword, carrying a chill that could freeze all things and an incomparably sharp sword intent, stabbed straight at Xu Yue.
Facing Wu Zhangkong's full-force strike, Xu Yue's gaze sharpened as he thought to himself.
*Good. This is the perfect chance