d be used on the blade when it matters most. He needed to strike at the optimal moment. Besides, from the opponent's demeanor, they seemed slow to react. Perhaps, even using a soul skill wouldn't be n...Guang's eyes widened in disbelief as he gazed at the dancing figure of Changkong. Since soul beasts had become nearly extinct, it seemed that ten-thousand-year soul rings were a rarity. Even the Soul Guidance Tower found it extremely difficult to create a ten-thousand-year soul spirit, didn't it

Why Why did he have a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring Who exactly was he Getting a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring wasn't something someone could achieve through sheer effort. This required a powerful force, and Guang Rong knew it very well. Even with his impulsive nature, facing a Six Rings Soul Emperor who possessed two Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings and cultivation prowess equal to his own, he wouldn't stand a chance.

Wu Changkong didn't look at him at all, but instead lowered his head to stare at the long sword in his hand.

Frost Sword, his spirit weapon. It had been a long time since it had been shown. He had tempered his spirit weapon with mental energy for a long time, and seeing his old friend again, his eyes were a little dazed. At this moment, he was no longer cold, but rather looked like he was looking at his beloved, as gentle as water.

"Roar!" Guang Biao roared angrily. At this moment, he couldn't afford to be hesitant. If he showed weakness in front of his subordinates, how could he lead them So, no matter what, this battle was inevitable.

The first soul ring lit up, and the whole body's scales instantly burst forth with a steel-gray glow, Ironclad Dragon Body!

Guangbian's left foot stomped the ground fiercely, and his body shot forward like a hurricane, rushing straight toward Wuchang Kong, sweeping everything in his path.

By this level, his speed and strength were already terrifyingly high.

On the massive fist, dragon scales stood on end. To be struck by such a fist head-on would be no better than Lingchi.

Wu Changkong still stared at his frost sword, standing motionless. The Ironclad Dragon Fist, like a hurricane, with its heavy and massive lightnings, seemed incapable of affecting his emotions at this moment.

"Teacher, Heart!" Tang Wulin yelled from afar with his greatsword

Just then, Wuchang moved. His right wrist rotated, and the six soul rings on his Frost Sword converged simultaneously. The tip of his sword lightly tapped the fist that looked like a mountain.

“Ding ding ding ding ding…” A series of crisp ringing sounds arose.

When the first sound rang out, a light like that of a raging dragon instantly ceased. With every subsequent cracking sound, a scale would be dislodged from his fist, and with each blow, his imposing form would take a step back.

He wanted to resist, wanting to release stronger soul power, but the moment the Frost Sword touched his fist, icy sword qi pierced into his fist. It was like a sharp needle, following his blood vessels and heading towards his body. He had no choice but to gather all his soul power to counter it; where could he possibly find the strength to unleash a soul technique!

Seven crisp chirps, then seven steps back, but to look at Chang Kong dancing in the air, it seemed like he had only drawn a single sword.

A faint blue light rose from him. In the mere instant of their collision, Wu Changkong's aura had already condensed with astonishing power.

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His emerald eyes suddenly turned purple, a faint purple glow emanating from his pupils as he plunged the Frost Sword forward.

This is a simple, couldn't-be-simpler action. From start to finish, the dance master's eyes were only ever on his frost sword.

However, when he thrust his sword out, Guangbian only felt as if something inside him had been ignited. Those razor-sharp, unparalleled blades of extreme cold energy erupted simultaneously, and not only that, he felt his spirit becoming sluggish, his blood as if it were about to solidify. And his own famed powerful martial soul, at this moment, seemed unable to offer him any protection whatsoever. It was as if the Ironclad Dragon had completely abandoned him.

The purple giant serpent spirit beside Guangbian finally moved. Its enormous body suddenly swelled, and silver scales protruded from its purple body. The huge tail lashed directly at Wuchangkong, attacking where he was!

To everyone's astonishment, Wu Changkong didn't dodge. Yes, he didn't even have the slightest intention to dodge. Azure light surged around him, his eyes still flickering with purple light, as if he was willingly allowing the thousand-year soul spirit's strike to hit him.

"Whew!" A light sound rang out, and the moment he was struck, the blue on Wu Changkong's body intensified severalfold. At that instant, everyone felt a blur before their eyes as if Wu Changkong himself had transformed into a sword, identical to the Frost Sword in his hand.

The tail of the purple giant serpent's soul was precisely coiled upon that sword blade.

A purple light flashed, the break was smooth and flat. The soul cried out in agony, its radiance dimming instantly. And at this moment, the Frost Sword had already reached the face of the light streak.

Guang Biao gritted his teeth, at this moment, he couldn't even mobilize the power of his martial soul. The opponent's overwhelming glacial sword energy had sealed off his connection with his martial soul sword, delaying his thinking. All he could do was raise both palms and urge all the soul power he could mobilize to block in front of him.

“Pfft!” The blue light stopped.

He stopped just a hair's breadth in front of the lightning-fast blade, but the icy chill seemed to transform into a net of swords, completely encasing him. Both his palms were pierced through instantly, and in a flash, they turned the same pale blue as the frost sword.

"You, your eyes... , are you from that place..." Guangbian stammered, his voice clearly trembling out of control, whether from the cold or fear.

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"Wu Changkong said lightly, "I was driven out of that place because of my temper. So, don't let me see you again."

The blue light converged, and the ground seemed to have countless blue currents flowing towards Wuchangkong's body. The frost sword turned into a streak of light and disappeared. He had already turned around and walked towards the East Sea Academy.

Only countless icy air currents, including those that entered Guāng Biān's body, followed him and surged away.

White clothes, blue sword, ice and snow chill, dancing in the sky!wo people stood, blocking the way 。The gate was quite narrow, the two people clearly not enough to completely block it. The second-year student from Class One had a good personality and instinctively...