"Level 69 Power Attack Department Battle Soul Emperor."
"Wu Zhangkong."
Wu Zhangkong held the Heavenfrost Sword, gazing coldly at the burly man before him without any extra emotion on his face as he said in a frosty voice.
Around him, several Soul Rings—especially the final black Soul Ring—shone with dazzling brilliance.
"Sixty-nine..."
Hearing those words, Guang Biao froze for a moment. As he muttered to himself, he could not help swallowing.
The other party truly was formidable. Despite being obviously much younger than him, his Soul Power had surpassed his own. That was anything but ordinary.
A genius—this was a genuine genius!
Especially since he even possessed Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings!
With two Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings and a full eight-level gap between them, even as the captain of the Mecha Brigade, Guang Biao might not be able to defeat him without deploying his Mecha.
"Heavenfrost Sword."
Ignoring Guang Biao's reaction, Wu Zhangkong's gaze slowly fell onto his Martial Soul, and he could not help murmuring.
The Heavenfrost Sword, his Martial Soul.
Ever since that incident, it had been a long time since he had personally used his Martial Soul. All he had used were swords condensed from his vigorous spiritual power.
Seeing his old friend again, his gaze became somewhat dazed. At that moment, it was no longer cold. It was as though he were looking at his lover, gentle as water.
Perhaps ice was watching him too.
"..."
Thinking of this, Wu Zhangkong's expression shifted slightly, and an unusual trace of tenderness flashed through his eyes. He had clearly fallen into reminiscence.
"But no matter how strong you are."
"If you make my little brother suffer, don't think you'll get off easy either!"
"Roar—"
The next moment, Guang Biao threw back his head and roared toward the sky.
At this