Wu Changkong made his move

"Boom-"

A deep boom rang out, as though the ground beneath the entire Eastsea Academy shook with it.

Several fine cracks instantly split the ground.

They sent quite a few students standing at the front staggering and falling.

"You think you people alone can stop me? My younger brother was hurt this badly, and instead of handing over the culprit who beat him, you think you're in the right?"

Guang Biao's voice grew deeper and deeper, and his aura began to rise.

"I could have reasoned with you, but my fists are bigger. I'm taking them away. Let's see who can stop me."

The fluctuations of Soul Power coming from him grew stronger and stronger, pressing down on the students until they could barely breathe.

The imposing aura of a Six-Ring Soul Emperor was revealed in full.

Long Hengxu's face went pale, and he gritted his teeth to hold on. But his cultivation was only at the Soul Ancestor level, and he simply could not withstand this aura.

Just then.

An icy voice rang out from the direction of Eastsea Academy.

"I hate reasoning most of all. Settling things with fists is best."

The voice was not loud, yet it rose clearly above all the clamor.

Everyone felt a blur pass before their eyes.

Another person appeared in front of the Eastsea Academy crowd.

His white robes were spotless. His long, lake-blue hair hung loose down his back, stirred gently by the wind. His dark green eyes shone with a bright, pure light as he stood there proudly. A faint chill spread around him, seemingly lowering the surrounding temperature.

Wu Changkong!

"Teacher Wu! It's Teacher Wu..."

On Eastsea Academy's side, students were already crying out in surprise.

As though they had found their pillar of support, the crowd that had been restless a moment before instantly settled down.

Guang Biao felt it most clearly. The instant this man appeared, the powerful aura he had just gathered seemed to crash into an iceberg and scatter in all directions.

"Who are you?"

Guang Biao narrowed his eyes slightly, his aura continuing to rise. Yellow light from his Soul Power began to swirl around him.

Wu Changkong said impassively, "The students you're looking for are mine. Beat me, and you can continue. Lose, and get lost."

His voice was icy, without any fluctuation of emotion, as though everything he said was only natural.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Guang Biao threw back his head and laughed as though he had heard the greatest joke in the world. His laughter made everyone's ears ring.

"Good. It's been a long time since anyone spoke to me like that. Let me see what you're worth."

Although Guang Biao was laughing, inwardly, his anger had already reached its limit.

"Hum-"

An incomparably powerful yellow light suddenly surged up from his body.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple, purple.

Six Soul Rings emerged beneath his feet, two yellow and four purple, revolving slowly.

A Soul Emperor, a Six-Ring Soul Emperor!

Cries of surprise immediately rose among the students.

Six Soul Rings! A Soul Emperor-level powerhouse!

No wonder he dared to block people at the academy gates!

His Martial Soul was unleashed.

Guang Biao grew a full half meter taller. Starting at his forehead, iron-gray scales spread downward to cover his entire body. He seemed to have been wrapped in a thick layer of armor, gleaming with a cold, hard metallic luster.

At the same time, three clusters of light appeared beside his shoulders. Two yellow and one purple. Both yellow ones took the identical forms of lizards, while the purple one was a giant python, its scales distinct and its ferocity fully exposed.

Purple-a Thousand-Year Soul Spirit!

Without question, his six Soul Rings had been bestowed by these three Soul Spirits. Anyone who could possess a Thousand-Year Soul Spirit was certainly an absolute expert among Soul Masters.

Although he had the same Ironclad Dragon Martial Soul, the aura Guang Biao gave off was countless times stronger than Guang Long's. At that moment, he gave the impression that even a mountain standing before him would be easily crushed.

His powerful aura swept toward Wu Changkong like a tornado, blowing his long blue hair into the air.

Facing this aura, Wu Changkong stood where he was, his white robes fluttering, without moving a muscle.

Just then, everyone present suddenly felt a chill.

It was as though they had entered the depths of winter in an instant.

What Guang Biao saw, however, was a flash of pale blue light.

The tornado-like, raging aura instantly split in two and vanished without a trace.

Wu Changkong's white robes still fluttered. At some unknown moment, a pale blue longsword had appeared in his right hand.

The sword's gleam was like autumn waters, its radiant arc like a length of silk.

White robes and a blue sword, graceful as an immortal.

Very few people at Eastsea Academy had ever seen him fight, and almost everyone's gaze was fixed on that sword.

Rings of light emerged from the sword's hilt one after another. The Soul Rings were small, circling the blade, but their colors were dazzling.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black!

Yes, the last two Soul Rings were unmistakably black.

Black represented ten thousand years.

Yes, those were Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings!

The air seemed to freeze.

The entire sky seemed to freeze with the appearance of this longsword.

Wu Changkong merely stood there quietly.

Guang Biao's previously raging aura had already frozen.

Ten thousand years... Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings. How could this be... How could they be Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings!

Guang Biao's pupils contracted sharply. The arrogance on his face froze completely, replaced by disbelief.

The dozen or so burly men behind him were all dumbfounded as well. Their mouths hung open as they stared at the black Soul Rings on Wu Changkong's sword, unable to recover for a long time.

Standing behind him, Long Hengxu's mouth gaped wide. He had known Wu Changkong was strong, but he had not known he was this strong!

Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings!

Those were not things ordinary Soul Masters could possess!

Even in an organization as vast as the Spirit Pagoda, Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Spirits available for provision were rare!

"Roar!" Guang Biao threw back his head and roared in fury. At this point, he could no longer worry about so much. If he showed cowardice before so many of his subordinates, how could he lead them again? So, no matter what, this battle was unavoidable.

His first Soul Ring lit up, and the scales all over his body instantly burst with iron-gray light. Ironclad Dragon Body!

Guang Biao stamped his left foot hard against the ground and swept straight toward Wu Changkong like a hurricane.

At his level, his speed and strength were already terrifying.

The dragon scales on his enormous fist stood fully erect. Taking a direct hit from a fist like that would be little better than death by a thousand cuts.

Wu Changkong was still looking at his Heavenly Frost Sword, standing where he was without moving. The hurricane-like Ironclad Dragon fist and Guang Biao's massive, heavily built figure seemed unable to affect his mood at all in that moment.

"Teacher, watch out!" Tang Wulin, who had brought Wu Changkong over, had only just arrived. Seeing this, he shouted from a distance.

Just then, Wu Changkong moved. His right wrist turned, and all six Soul Rings on the Heavenly Frost Sword actually drew inward at once. The sword tip flicked lightly upward, touching precisely against that mountain-like fist.

"Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding..." A string of crisp chimes rang out.

At the first chime, Guang Biao, who had charged with the force of a tyrannosaur, stopped in his tracks. With every crisp chime that followed, a scale was flicked off his fist, and his powerfully built body retreated another step.