Guang Biao bellowed, the Soul Power around him surging in an instant as a terrifying presence swept outward.
He had finally developed the intent to kill and was preparing to use a Soul Skill to finish Lu Chen off for good.
Just then, a white figure appeared before Lu Chen in a flash of lightning.
It was Wu Zhangkong!
He was still wearing that white sleeping robe, yet he did not look disheveled in the slightest.
A terrifying pressure instantly burst from him, a power far beyond Guang Biao's.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black-six Soul Rings slowly materialized around him.
Then a dazzling light blossomed from his body.
Battle Armor!
"Heavenly Ice!"
A suit of snow-white Battle Armor instantly covered his body.
The Battle Armor's design was simple and elegant, yet carried a razor-sharp presence.
A blue longsword instantly appeared in Wu Zhangkong's hand.
An icy gleam flickered along its blade.
Without another word, he flashed forward and appeared before Guang Biao.
One strike!
Just one strike!
It was so fast that Guang Biao could not react at all.
Guang Biao saw only a blur before a terrifying force surged through his body.
Wu Zhangkong gave a slight flick of his wrist.
"Pfft!"
Like a kite with its string severed, Guang Biao was instantly flung away and slammed heavily into the ground, sending up a cloud of dust.
A thin trickle of blood slowly ran down the front of his body, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He could not understand how a dignified Soul Emperor like himself could have been sent flying by a single stroke of Wu Zhangkong's sword.
Wu Zhangkong stood where he was, sword in hand, his white robes whiter than snow.
He truly lived up to the name: white robes and blue sword, Heavenly Ice and snowy chill-Wu Zhangkong!
His eyes remained cold, as though he had merely done something utterly insignificant.
Without even glancing at Guang Biao, he turned toward Lu Chen and asked calmly, "Are you all right?"
Lu Chen shook his head, a grateful smile appearing on his face.
It was so good to have Teacher Wu here.
Everyone in front of the academy gates was dumbstruck.
Those who had come with Guang Biao were instantly frightened out of their wits. How could they dare step forward?
"A t-ten-thousand-year Soul Ring! Are you from that place?" Terror appeared on Guang Biao's face, and his voice trembled badly.
"Yes, I was thrown out of that place because of my bad temper," Wu Zhangkong said coldly.
Standing behind Wu Zhangkong, Lu Chen wore a faint smile.
Guang Biao, you're finished.
Not just you-your younger brother is finished too.
Both of you brothers will pay for what you've done.
Just then, a majestic figure descended from the sky amid overwhelming might, like a heavenly god coming down to earth.
Long Tianwu wore the dark fitted uniform exclusive to the War God Hall, his shoulder armor engraved with the War God insignia symbolizing supreme glory. His ink-black hair stirred without wind, and the instant his eagle-sharp eyes swept over the scene, an invisible pressure surged outward, blotting out the sky and blanketing the earth.
"Guang Biao, you and everyone you brought will be coming with me."
His voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable authority, like a thunderclap exploding beside everyone's ears.
"The War God Hall!"
Guang Biao collapsed on the ground. Seeing Long Tianwu's attire, his pupils contracted sharply, his voice filled with utter terror. Even his body began trembling uncontrollably.
At that moment, he understood completely: he was finished!
Utterly finished!
If he had only faced Wu Zhangkong, he would, at worst, have been defeated. With his position as captain of a mecha battalion and a few connections behind the scenes, he would have received no more than disciplinary action, with little effect on his career.
But with the War God Hall intervening, the nature of the matter was entirely different!
They were the Federation's enforcers, a place that could be called home to several of the military's highest leaders. Once they set their sights on him, all that awaited him was utter disgrace and ruin!
What was more, he knew perfectly well that he was not innocent.
The moment Long Tianwu finished speaking, a pressure far more terrifying than Wu Zhangkong's erupted from his body.
Like Mount Tai crashing down upon their heads, that pressure enveloped the more than two hundred people present, instantly rendering them immobile. They seemed bound by invisible chains, unable to move even a finger.
Then Long Tianwu swept his hand.
"Take them away!"
At his command, large numbers of soldiers in military uniforms instantly poured in from the distance. Well-trained and efficient, each held a bracelet flickering with pale blue light.
These bracelets were Soul Guidance Devices specially made by the War God Hall to restrain Soul Masters. Once worn, they completely sealed the wearer's Soul Power.
The soldiers quickly stepped forward, fitted each of the more than two hundred people with a bracelet, then swiftly hauled them away like chicks.
Throughout the entire process, not a single person dared resist, nor was a single person able to.
Only after handling everything did Long Tianwu look up at Wu Zhangkong and give a slight nod in greeting. Then his figure flashed, and he vanished.
Watching the direction in which Long Tianwu had disappeared, Wu Zhangkong's expression stiffened for a rare moment. Then he softly uttered a few words, his tone somewhat complicated.
"The War God Hall, Emperor Sword Douluo, Long Tianwu."
"Teacher Wu, do you know him?"
Xie Xie was standing beside Wu Zhangkong and instinctively asked when he heard his words.
"Level ninety-eight, assault-type Titled Douluo." Wu Zhangkong did not answer his question, merely reciting the introduction he had once read in Shrek Academy's records.
"A Titled Douluo... and level ninety-eight at that!"
Xie Xie instantly sucked in a breath of cold air, disbelief written all over his face.
He whipped his head toward Lu Chen, his eyes as wide as bronze bells, as though trying to see straight through him.
He finally understood why Lu Chen had been so confident.
It turned out that a level ninety-eight Titled Douluo stood behind him!
That was simply a backer as immense as the heavens!
Lu Chen and the others paid no further attention to what followed.
In any case, Guang Biao had been caught, and what awaited him would surely be the harshest punishment.
Still, when Lu Chen went to the Eastsea Legion on Saturday, he heard some news.
The once insufferably arrogant mecha battalion captain had been sent straight before a military court.
Because his conduct had been extremely vile-not only allowing his younger brother to bully ordinary citizens, but also bringing his subordinates to cause trouble at an academy and threaten students-he was ultimately sentenced to life imprisonment and stripped of all his titles and honors. His Martial Soul was also crippled.
In fact, the most fundamental reason was that he had been personally delivered there by the War God Hall's Second War God, making the matter grave.
From then on, it could be said that there was no longer anyone named Guang Biao on the Douluo Continent.
Of course, that all came later.
Once everything was over, Wu Zhangkong turned around and looked impassively at Lu Chen and the other three, saying calmly, "All of you, go back and cultivate."
With that, he turned and walked toward his dormitory.