Douluo Continent III Haotian Wulin

The mecha battalion is a division-level unit. In the system of Donghai City, its status is only half a rank lower than that of the administrative chief, but there is no direct subordinate relationship between them.

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

Let alone him, even if the Chief Executive of Donghai City were standing here right now, he probably wouldn't be able to command the other party.

"I'm not the captain of any mecha squadron anymore," Guang Biao said in a low voice, his gaze chilling. "I'm just an older brother whose younger brother was seriously injured. Hand over the assailant."

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

"Captain Guangbiao, I think there might be some misunderstanding here. There are clearly only three children in your photo. Could your brother really have been beaten up like this by these three children? There must be a cause and effect to everything. Why don't we calm down and find out what happened first?"

Although he remained calm on the surface, his heart sank.

He knew all too well that he couldn't afford to offend the person in front of him.

What does it mean to control a squadron of mechs?

This means that the burly men standing behind Guang Biao are far more than just street thugs. While ordinary people can become mecha pilots, they are ultimately a minority. The vast majority of mecha pilots are also Soul Masters. Even if their Soul Power level isn't particularly high, their control over Soul Tools and their understanding of combat rhythm are far beyond what ordinary people can achieve.

Moreover, what's truly terrifying about Guangbiao isn't just these people in front of him.

He can mobilize the mech forces at any time.

Long Hengxu had heard quite a bit about Guang Biao.

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 became the captain of the East Sea City Mech Squadron. His soul power cultivation reached the sixth ring, making him a true Soul Emperor. His mech pilot level was even higher than Emperor-level.

In the entire East Sea Academy, the only person who can truly keep him firmly under his control is probably...

"Misunderstanding? Child?" Guang Biao sneered, his face trembling with pain. "My brother was beaten like this, and as his older brother, I have an inescapable responsibility. I will naturally investigate the matter, but I will investigate it through my own channels."

He took half a step forward, his gaze piercing.

"Stop talking nonsense and hand over the person."

"We're already being lenient 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 darkened, and his voice turned cold.

"Captain Guangbiao, don't go too far. This is an academy, a place to train students. Which one of you didn't graduate from this academy? You want me to hand over the students today? No way! If you've got the guts, then drive your mech over our corpses. Otherwise, don't even think about setting foot in Donghai Academy."

These words resonated deeply.

The trainees, who usually had reservations about the strict, almost rigid, Director Long, felt a surge of warmth upon hearing this. Some of the older trainees, in particular, spontaneously formed a human wall behind him.

Guangbiao watched this scene and suddenly stepped forward.

"Thump!"

He stomped his foot on the ground, producing a deep rumble. The vibration spread through the ground, causing many trainees standing in front to stumble and nearly fall.

"I only believe in strength."

Guangbiao raised his head, his eyes fierce as if he wanted to devour someone.

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

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

He raised his hand and pointed to the gate of Donghai Academy.

"I'm taking my people away today, and let's see who can stop me!"

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

"I also hate being reasoned with."

"It's best to just use fists."

Everyone felt a blur before their eyes.

At the forefront of the group from Donghai Academy, there was now another figure.

A white robe, long lake-blue hair cascading down her back, and dark green eyes that were both cool and bright. She stood there quietly, and the temperature around her seemed to drop a few degrees.

The sensation of light rushing is the clearest.

Because the moment this person appeared, the powerful aura he had just gathered was like a thousand-year-old cold mountain crashing into him, scattering instantly and never to be gathered again.

"Dance teacher!"

"The dance teacher is here!"

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

Guangbiao narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the white-clad youth before him, his aura rising once more.

"Who are you?"

Wu Changkong's expression was indifferent, and his voice was flat.

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

"Beat me, then you can continue."

"If you lose, get out."

His tone was completely flat, as if he were stating something utterly simple. Yet, the more flattering it was, the more unquestionable it seemed.

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

Before his laughter subsided, a powerful and incomparable yellow light suddenly erupted from his body.

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

Six spirit rings rose from beneath his feet, their light shimmering and making the night seem even brighter.

Soul Emperor!

Six-Ring Soul Emperor!

A gasp of surprise immediately erupted from the crowd.

As his martial spirit was released, Guang Biao's body swelled again, his already tall stature increasing by another half meter. Starting from his forehead, iron-gray scales spread downwards, covering his entire body in the blink of an eye, making him look as if he were wearing a thick and ferocious suit of iron armor.

Three clusters of spiritual light simultaneously appeared on his shoulder and beside him.

Two yellows and one purple.

Both yellow spirits resembled lizards and were almost identical. The purple spirit, however, was a giant python coiled around its body.

Purple, a thousand-year-old soul!

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

Being able to possess a thousand-year-old soul makes one a master among masters.

Although both possessed the Ironclad Dragon Martial Soul, the oppressive aura emanating from Guang Biao was incomparable to that of Guang Long. At this moment, standing there, he was like a mountain, an iron mountain that could move, could press down, and could crush everything.

A violent aura emanated from him, like a tornado pressing down on a city, causing Wu Changkong's long lake-blue hair to flutter and his white robe to rustle.

But it was at this moment—

Almost everyone present felt a chill at the same time.

It was as if the autumn night had suddenly receded, and the cold winter had arrived in an instant.

What Guangbiao saw was a pale blue light that flashed past his eyes.

The next moment, his tornado-like aura was split in two and then vanished without a trace.

She still danced gracefully in the sky, her white robes fluttering in the breeze.

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

The sword's edge was like autumn water, its rainbow like the cold moon.

Clad in white, wielding a blue sword, with long hair flowing in the wind, she possessed an ethereal and otherworldly air, seemingly untouched by the mundane world.

Very few people at Donghai Academy have ever witnessed Wu Changkong truly in action. At this moment, everyone's gaze is involuntarily drawn to that sword.

One after another, spirit rings began to slowly emerge from the hilt of the sword, encircling the blade.

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

The last two spirit rings were unmistakably black.

Black represents eternity.

Yes, that is—a ten-thousand-year soul ring!

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

The entire sky and the area in front of the academy seemed to freeze upon the appearance of that blue longsword.

Wu Changkong simply stood there quietly, and Guang Biao's originally violent aura completely froze.

Ten thousand years...

A ten-thousand-year-old soul ring?

How could that be...?

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

Guangbiao froze completely.

He stared intently at the last two black soul rings on Wu Changkong's body, his mind going blank for a moment.

Ten-thousand-year soul ring.

Since soul beasts became nearly extinct, ten-thousand-year soul rings have become extremely rare to see in reality. Even for the Spirit Pagoda, cultivating and stabilizing a ten-thousand-year-level soul spirit is by no means an easy task. That's beyond what talent alone can achieve; it also implies an incredibly powerful foundation and abundant resources.

Why?

Why would someone like this appear in Donghai City, in a place like Donghai Academy?

For the first time, Guangbiao truly felt the urge to quit.

Because he knew very well that a six-ring Soul Emperor with two ten-thousand-year Soul Rings was not a question of whether he was willing to fight, but whether he could win.

But the next moment, he forcefully suppressed that slight desire to back down.

It cannot be returned.

At the very least, I can't back down in front of so many of my men.

Wu Changkong didn't even look at him.

He simply lowered his head slightly, looking at the sword in his hand.

Heavenly Frost Sword.

That was his martial spirit.

It had been a very, very long time since he had seen a sword so perfectly in his hand. Nourished with his spiritual power and tempered with his mind, this sword was no longer just a martial spirit to him; it was more like another part of himself.

Therefore, when he held it again, his usually cold and almost ruthless gaze softened somewhat, which was unusual.

No longer cold.

It was as gentle as looking at a long-lost lover.

"roar--"

Guangbiao suddenly roared to the sky, as if he wanted to use this roar to completely shatter the fear that had been suppressed in his heart.

The next instant, his first spirit ring suddenly lit up.

Its entire body of iron-gray scales simultaneously emitted a cold, metallic luster.

Ironclad dragon body!

Immediately afterwards, he stomped his left foot hard on the ground, and his whole body shot up into the sky like a whirlwind.

At his level, his strength and speed far surpassed those of ordinary Soul Masters. When that punch was unleashed, it even produced a low, piercing sonic boom.

On the surface of his fist, dragon scales stood up one by one.

If you were hit head-on by that punch, it would be far more than just an injury.

In the distance, many trainees subconsciously held their breath.

Tang Wulin clenched his fist tightly and blurted out, "Teacher Wu, be careful!"

But Wu Changkong seemed not to hear it at all.

He was still looking at his Heavenly Frost Sword, as if it were a heavy punch coming at him, not worth his time at all.

Until that punch was already in front of him.

The dance in the sky had just begun to move.

With a slight twist of his right wrist, the six spirit rings on the Heavenly Frost Sword simultaneously dimmed their light. There was no release of spirit skills, no burst of intense light, only a pale blue sword tip casually flicking upwards.

The tip of the sword touched the tip of Guangbiao's fist.

"Ding—ding—ding—ding—ding—"

A series of crisp sounds suddenly rang out.

When the first sound rang out, Guang Biao's fierce and incomparable figure came to an abrupt halt.

With the second sound, a scale on his fist was knocked off.

With the third sound, he was forced to take a step back.

Fourth tone, fifth tone, sixth tone...

With each sound, a piece of iron-gray scale flew out from his fist; with each sound, his massive body involuntarily took a step back.

Seven crisp chimes.

Seven steps back.

It appeared as if Wu Changkong had only unleashed one sword strike.

Guangbiao's expression had completely changed.

Because only he himself knew best how terrifying Wu Changkong's sword strike was.

The instant the sword tip touched his fist, countless sword energies, sharper and colder than ever, pierced his veins and flesh, like countless fine needles. It wasn't just simple cold; it was a terrifying chill that almost froze his soul power and tore through his senses.

He wanted to continue exerting his strength, to unleash even greater soul power, and to completely overwhelm his advantages.

But he couldn't do it.

Because he had to focus all his attention back into his body to suppress the rampaging, sharp sword energy.

I can't break up with him anymore.

They couldn't even distinguish the soul skills.

Just as he finished retreating seven steps, a faint blue aura quietly rose from Wu Changkong's body.

It wasn't a dazzling blue, but a clear, deep, and cold blue that was almost devoid of warmth.

And his eyes changed at that moment.

His originally dark green pupils suddenly turned into a light purple.

A hint of purple shimmered gently in his eyes.

The next instant, Wu Changkong drew his sword.

There were no frills, no build-up, and no earth-shattering fanfare.

It was just the simplest stab.

But it was this one stab that made Guangbiao's scalp tingle.

In that instant, he clearly felt the surging, icy sword energy within his body suddenly ignite and erupt. The chill swept through his entire body via his blood vessels, slowing his thoughts, stagnating his blood, and even making his nerves feel as if they were encased in frost.

Even more frightening is-

The connection between him and his martial soul is being severed.

The Ironclad Dragon was still there, and the Soul Ring was still there, but the Martial Soul Sensation that should have been unbreakable was now like being separated by a thick layer of ice, becoming sluggish, distant, and blurry.

Guangbiao was finally horrified.

Just then, the spirit of the giant purple snake beside him suddenly moved.

Clearly, it sensed its owner's true crisis.

The purple light surged, the giant snake's body suddenly expanded, and even the scales revealed a cold silver light. Its thick tail, accompanied by a howling wind, lashed fiercely at Wu Changkong from the side.

To relieve the siege of Wei by attacking Zhao.

Attack where the enemy must defend.

This was the best choice it could make based on its instincts.

However, a scene that shocked everyone unfolded.

Wu Changkong did not dodge.

He didn't even try to dodge.

He simply let that tail lash him hard.

"Sizzle—"

With a soft sound, the blue light around Wu Changkong suddenly intensified.

For a moment, everyone felt as if their vision blurred.

Because Wu Changkong seemed to have become one with the Heavenly Frost Sword in his hand in an instant.

Or rather—

At that moment, he himself seemed to have transformed into a sword.

The purple serpent's tail struck the sword's edge squarely.

A purple light swept by.

The tail of the giant snake had a clean, mirror-like cut.

The spirit let out a mournful scream, and the light emanating from its entire body dimmed instantly.

At the very moment it screamed in agony, the Heavenly Frost Sword had already reached Guang Biao.

Guangbiao clenched his teeth tightly, and the veins on his face bulged.

At this moment, he could no longer activate his martial spirit or soul skills, and even his thoughts were hampered by the terrifying chill. The only thing he could do was to forcefully pour all the soul power he could muster into his palms and use them to block in front of him.

"puff--"

The blue light stopped.

It stopped just a minute before the light flashed at the tip of his nose.

But just before that point, the sword energy had already formed a net.

Countless cold, sharp rays seemed to envelop Guang Biao entirely in that instant. It wasn't the feeling of being pointed at by a sword, but rather being sealed off by an entire ice prison.

His palms had been completely pierced.

Furthermore, it instantly turned into the same light blue color as the Heavenly Frost Sword.

Guangbiao stared blankly at Wu Changkong, who was so close to him, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"You...your eyes..."

"Where are you from...?"

Wu Changkong looked at him, his expression still indifferent.

"I was kicked out of that place."

"The reason is that he has a bad temper."

He paused, his voice still flat, but carrying an undeniable coldness.

So, don't let me see you again.

As soon as he finished speaking, the blue light subsided.

Between heaven and earth, those seemingly ethereal, icy currents of energy, as if finally finding their destination, surged towards Wu Changkong's body. Even the sharp, cold sword energy that had invaded Guang Biao's body was drawn away, transforming into wisps of blue energy that returned to Wu Changkong's side.

The Heavenly Frost Sword transformed into a streak of light and vanished silently.

Wu Changkong didn't even glance at Guang Biao again before turning around and walking into the East Sea Academy.

Dressed in white, with long hair, her back was straight and aloof.

At this moment, the surroundings were eerily silent.

White robes and blue sword, the sky is icy and snowy.

Dancing in the sky.