Although they had no idea what had happened, Qiangu Zhangting's status spoke for itself. Who would dare stop him?
Qiangu Zhangting barged his way straight to the chamber where Tang Wulin and the others were.
He was about to smash through the door when a figure suddenly appeared before him, blocking his path.
"Who are you? What are you trying to do?"
The voice was cold as ice, carrying an unquestionable authority. Qiangu Zhangting looked up to see a tall, slender young man standing before him, his face stern and his gaze as sharp as ice blades. It was Wu Changkong.
"Get out of my way!" Qiangu Zhangting was already blinded by murderous rage and paid no attention to who Wu Changkong was.
A layer of silver battle armor instantly covered his body-two-word battle armor. With his cultivation as a Six-Ring Soul Emperor augmented by two-word battle armor, his strength approached that of an ordinary Titled Douluo!
He gripped the Coiling Dragon Staff and smashed it toward Wu Changkong. The blow carried a terrifying pressure, enough to severely injure even a Soul Saint.
Yet Wu Changkong merely shifted slightly to the side, easily avoiding the strike.
A layer of ice-blue battle armor appeared over his body as well-also two-word battle armor! Ice-blue light flowed across it, like a layer of impenetrable ice plating.
"I asked you what you're trying to do." Wu Changkong's voice remained cold, like ice that had not thawed in ten thousand years.
He reached out, and ice-blue soul power condensed into an icy claw that clamped firmly onto Qiangu Zhangting's Coiling Dragon Staff.
Qiangu Zhangting felt a terrifying chill surge through the Coiling Dragon Staff, numbing his hands until he almost lost his grip.
"You!" Shocked and furious, Qiangu Zhangting tried to pull back the Coiling