Chapter 86

Guang Biao stared at Wu Changkong in amazement. Since the near extinction of soul beasts, it seemed that ten-thousand-year soul rings had become extremely rare. Even the Spirit Tower found it extremely difficult to create a ten-thousand-year soul spirit.

But why? Why did he have a ten-thousand-year soul ring? Who was he? To obtain a ten-thousand-year soul ring was not something that could be achieved by talent alone. Guang Biao was very clear about the kind of power needed behind it. No matter how impulsive his personality was, he had no confidence at all when facing a six-ringed Soul Emperor with two ten-thousand-year soul rings, whose cultivation was not inferior to his own.

Wu Changkong did not look at him but instead lowered his head to look at the long sword in his hand.

The Frost Heaven Sword, his soul tool. It had been a long time since he had displayed it. He had refined his soul tool with his mental power for a long time. Seeing his old friend again, his eyes were somewhat dazed, no longer cold, as if he were looking at his lover, gentle as water.

"Roar!" Guang Biao roared to the sky. At this moment, he could no longer afford to be cautious. If he showed cowardice in front of his subordinates, how could he lead them? Therefore, this battle was inevitable.

The first soul ring lit up, and his entire body was instantly enveloped in an iron-gray glow, transforming into an iron-armored dragon!

Guang Biao stomped his left foot on the ground, and his body rushed toward Wu Changkong like a hurricane.

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

The scales on his massive fist were completely erect. Being hit by such a fist would be no better than being flayed alive.

Wu Changkong continued to look at his Frost Heaven Sword, standing still. The hurricane-like iron-armored dragon fist, the heavy and massive body of Guang Biao, seemed to have no effect on his emotions at this moment.

"Teacher, be careful!" Tang Wulin shouted from a distance.

At this moment, Wu Changkong moved. His right wrist turned, and the six soul rings on the Frost Heaven Sword converged. The tip of the sword lightly pointed at the mountain-like fist.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang..." A series of crisp sounds rang out.

At the first sound, the raging dragon-like Guang Biao stopped. With each subsequent sound, a scale on his fist was knocked off, and his massive body retreated one step.

He wanted to resist, to release stronger soul power, but the moment the Frost Heaven Sword touched his fist, a series of extremely cold sword auras penetrated his fist, like sharp needles, piercing into his body along his blood vessels, forcing him to gather all his soul power to counter, leaving him unable to release any soul skills!

Seven crisp sounds, seven steps back, but it seemed that Wu Changkong had only made one strike.

A faint blue light rose from his body. In the brief moment of collision, Wu Changkong's aura had already condensed astonishingly.

His dark green eyes suddenly turned purple, and a pale purple light bloomed from his pupils. The Frost Heaven Sword thrust forward.

This was a simple action, and from start to finish, Wu Changkong's eyes were only on his Frost Heaven Sword.

But when he thrust the sword, Guang Biao felt something inside him ignite. The extremely cold and sharp sword auras erupted simultaneously. Not only that, he felt his mind slow down, his blood about to freeze. His powerful soul tool, which he relied on for fame, could not protect him at all. It was as if the iron-armored dragon had completely abandoned him.

Finally, the purple giant snake soul spirit beside Guang Biao moved. Its massive body suddenly swelled, and silver scales emerged from its purple body. Its huge tail struck Wu Changkong from the side, attacking where he had to defend!

To everyone's shock, Wu Changkong did not dodge. Yes, he did not even have the slightest intention to dodge. A deep blue light rose from his body, and his eyes still glowed with purple light. He allowed the thousand-year soul spirit's attack to strike him.

"Swish!" A light sound, and the moment he was struck, the blue light on Wu Changkong's body became even stronger. At that moment, everyone felt as if their vision blurred, and Wu Changkong himself seemed to have turned into a sword, identical to the Frost Heaven Sword in his hand.

The purple giant snake soul spirit's tail struck the sword's edge.

Purple light flashed, and the cut was smooth and even. The soul spirit let out a惨叫, and its luster instantly dimmed. At this moment, the Frost Heaven Sword was already in front of Guang Biao.

Guang Biao gritted his teeth. At this moment, he could not even mobilize the power of his soul tool. The opponent's extremely cold sword aura had sealed the connection between him and his soul tool, slowing his thinking. All he could do was raise his palms, gathering all the soul power he could mobilize to block in front of him.

"Thud!" The blue light paused.

It paused just a fraction of an inch in front of Guang Biao's nose, but the cold aura seemed to form a sword net, completely sealing him inside. His palms were completely pierced and instantly turned the same pale blue as the Frost Heaven Sword.

"Y-Your eyes... You are from that place..." Guang Biao said dazedly, his voice clearly trembling, whether from the extreme cold or fear.

Wu Changkong said coolly, "I was expelled from that place because of my bad temper. So, don't let me see you again."

The blue light converged, and it seemed that countless blue currents in the world were gathering toward Wu Changkong's body. The Frost Heaven Sword turned into a streak of light and disappeared, and he had already turned around, walking toward the Donghai Academy.

Only the countless cold currents, including those that had entered Guang Biao's body, followed him in a swarm.

White clothes, blue sword, Wu Changkong!