Douluo Continent III Haotian Wulin

The mecha battalion is a division-level unit with a very high status. Even in Donghai City, it is only half a rank lower than the administrative chief, and there is no direct subordinate relationship between the two.

Upon hearing that the burly man before him was indeed Guang Biao, Long Hengxu's expression immediately changed.

This is the captain of the East Sea City Mech Squadron!

Let alone him, the director of the intermediate department, even if a high-ranking official from Donghai Academy were here, he would never be able to easily control the situation in the face of such a person.

"I'm not the captain of any mecha squadron anymore." Guang Biao looked at him coldly, his voice low and deep. "I'm just an older brother whose younger brother was severely injured. Hand him over."

Long Hengxu took a deep breath, his tone noticeably softening.

"Captain Guangbiao, I think there might be some misunderstanding here. The three in your photo are clearly just children. How could your brother be injured like this by three children? There's probably more to this than meets the eye. Let's all calm down and find out what happened first."

When he said this, his heart was already heavy.

He knew very well that he couldn't afford to offend this person.

The burly men surrounding the academy gate might look like thugs, but their backgrounds were anything but. Most of those who followed the light were connected to the mecha unit. While ordinary people could become mecha pilots, they were a minority; the vast majority of mecha pilots were also Soul Masters.

Soul Masters, Soul Guidance Devices, Mechs, and a military background—this force is something that the intermediate division of Donghai Academy alone cannot contend with.

Moreover, Guangbiao himself is a well-known figure in Donghai City.

Born into an ordinary family and orphaned at a young age, he climbed his way up to his current position through sheer talent and ruthlessness. At only thirty-five years old, he has already become the captain of the mecha squadron. With a sixth-ring soul power, he is a true Soul Emperor. His mecha pilot level is even higher than Emperor-level.

At Donghai Academy, the only person who could truly keep him in check is probably...

"A misunderstanding?" Guang Biao sneered, his gaze sharp as a knife. "My brother was beaten up like that, and you're telling me it's a misunderstanding?"

"I will certainly investigate, but how I investigate is up to me."

"Stop talking nonsense and hand over the person."

As he spoke, he pointed to the gate of Donghai Academy.

"We're already giving Donghai City face by standing here waiting. I'll give you another twenty minutes. If you don't hand over the person in twenty minutes, we'll go in and find them ourselves."

Long Hengxu's face turned ashen, and his voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"Captain Guangbiao, don't go too far! This is an academy, a place for teaching and nurturing! Which one of you didn't graduate from this academy? You want me to hand over the students today? Absolutely not! If you have the guts, then step over our dead bodies to get in; otherwise, don't even think about setting foot in Donghai Academy!"

These words immediately ignited the emotions of the students who were initially somewhat agitated.

They usually had a lot of complaints about Director Long, finding him too strict and rigid. But at this moment, seeing him standing alone at the forefront, not backing down an inch even when facing someone like Guang Biao, many senior students couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth in their eyes, and some even spontaneously moved behind him.

Guang Biao stared at Long Hengxu, then suddenly took a step forward.

"Thump—"

The foot slammed into the ground with a dull thud.

It felt as if the entire ground shook.

Many trainees standing in front immediately lost their footing and staggered backward, some even falling to the ground.

Guang Biao raised his head, his face, full of fat, looked even more ferocious under the light.

"I only believe in strength."

"Do you think you can stop me with just a bunch of people?"

"My brother was beaten up like this, and instead of handing over the culprit, you all act like you're in the right. I could have reasoned with you, but I'm the stronger one, so I'm not going to talk to you."

His cold gaze swept over everyone.

"I'm taking my people away today. I want to see who can stop me!"

Just then, a cold voice suddenly rang out from the direction of Donghai Academy.

"I also hate being reasoned with."

"It's best to just use fists."

Before everyone's eyes, there was a sudden, unexpected appearance, and another person had appeared at the very front of the academy.

Dressed in white, with long, flowing lake-blue hair cascading down her back, her dark green eyes were as cold and clear as an icy pool. She stood there quietly, and the air around her seemed to drop several degrees.

Dancing in the sky.

The sensation of light rushing is the clearest.

The moment the young man in white appeared, the powerful aura he had just gathered dissipated as if it had hit an iceberg, scattering in all directions.

On the Donghai Academy side, some students couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Dance teacher!"

"The dance teacher is here—"

Guang Biao narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the young man who had suddenly appeared before him.

"Who are you?"

Wu Changkong remained indifferent, not even lifting his eyelids.

"The three you're looking for are my students."

"Beat me, then you can continue."

"If you lose, get out."

His voice was flat and emotionless, as if he were just stating a matter of course.

But it is precisely this ordinariness that is more piercing than any clamor.

"Hahahaha!" Guang Biao laughed angrily. "It's been a long time since anyone dared to speak to me like that. Fine, I'll see just how capable you really are!"

Before he finished speaking, an incomparably powerful yellow light suddenly rose from his body.

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

Six spirit rings rose up one after another from beneath his feet.

Soul Emperor!

Six-Ring Soul Emperor!

On the Donghai Academy side, the students immediately gasped in surprise.

The moment his martial spirit was released, Guang Biao's body swelled up again, growing more than half a meter taller. Starting from his forehead, iron-gray scales spread downwards, covering his entire body in an instant, as if he were wearing a heavy armor.

Three orbs of light appeared simultaneously on his shoulder and side.

Two yellows and one purple.

The two yellow spirits were both lizard-like and almost identical, while the purple spirit was a giant python with a thick body.

Purple, a thousand-year-old soul!

Without a doubt, his six spirit rings were bestowed upon him by these three spirits.

A Soul Master who possesses a thousand-year-old soul is a true powerhouse, no matter where they are placed.

Although both possessed the Ironclad Dragon Martial Soul, the oppressive aura emanating from Guang Biao was far beyond anything Guang Long could achieve. At this moment, he stood there like an iron mountain, as if anything in his path could be crushed by him head-on.

A violent aura swept out, rushing towards Wu Changkong like a tornado, causing his white robes to flutter and his long hair to fly.

However, in the very next moment—

Everyone present felt a chill run through them.

It felt like the air had suddenly turned into the dead of winter.

What Guangbiao saw was a faint blue light flashing past his eyes.

His originally surging momentum was instantly split in two and then vanished without a trace.

Wu Changkong still stood there, dressed in white as snow.

A pale blue longsword had appeared in his right hand at some point.

The sword's edge was like autumn water, and its intent like frost.

White robes, blue sword, long hair flying in the wind.

In that instant, he gave people a sense of ethereal grace, as if he were not of this mortal world.

Very few people at Donghai Academy have actually witnessed him in action. At this moment, almost everyone's gaze is involuntarily drawn to that sword.

Rings of soul energy slowly emerged from the hilt of the sword, spiraling upwards around the blade.

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

The last two spirit rings were unmistakably black!

Black represents eternity!

The air seemed to freeze.

The entire playground, the entire area in front of the academy, and even the entire night seemed to be frozen in time by that sword.

Wu Changkong simply stood there quietly, and Guang Biao's originally arrogant and domineering aura was completely suppressed.

Ten thousand years...

A ten-thousand-year-old soul ring?

How is that possible?

How could it possibly be a ten-thousand-year soul ring!