"..."
"Fourth Soul Skill—"
"Ironclad Dragon Body."
Guang Biao hissed in pain as he steadied himself before growling under his breath.
Instantly, his purple Soul Ring flared to life, and layers of formidable, unbreakable barriers materialized across his entire body. With a furious roar, he charged forward.
"Frost Sky."
Wu Zhangkong remained silent, retracting all six of his Soul Rings in an instant. Then, with a slight flick of his Frost Sky Sword, he lunged toward his opponent.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
A rapid series of crisp metallic clashes rang out. At the first strike, Guang Biao—who had been charging like a raging dragon—came to an abrupt halt.
With each subsequent clash, another scale was sent flying from his arms, and his massive frame was forced back a step.
Seven strikes. Seven steps back.
"As expected of Wu Zhangkong..."
"But..."
Zhang Buwei's face was filled with shock as he muttered in disbelief. To overwhelm a six-ringed Soul Emperor so thoroughly—yet...
Seven steps back, and Wu Zhangkong had only swung once!
"Monster!"
"You're a real monster..."
Facing Wu Zhangkong, whose aura grew increasingly oppressive, Guang Biao couldn't help but voice his astonishment.
The sword energy piercing into his body felt like countless needles, burrowing through his veins and forcing him to muster every ounce of his Soul Power just to resist.
A technique like this...
Was it a self-created Soul Skill?
Before Guang Biao could ponder further, Wu Zhangkong moved again. Seeing the threat approaching, Guang Biao activated his final Soul Ring.
"Sixth Soul Skill—Iron Dragon's Bulwark!"
Guang Biao chanted lowly. This was his strongest Soul Skill, the very one that had allowed him to withstand attacks from powerful evil Soul Masters in the past.
In an instant, the phantom of an iron dragon materialized behind him, and his presence surged even higher.
"Frost Sky Slash."
Wu Zhangkong's voice was icy. A faint blue glow radiated from his body—in the brief moment since their last clash, his aura had condensed to an astonishing degree.
Now, it was time to use his most familiar technique.
At the same time, his dark green eyes suddenly turned purple, emitting a faint violet light as he thrust Frost Sky Sword forward.
It was the simplest of movements. From start to finish, his gaze never left his blade.
"Too strong..."
Guang Biao gritted his teeth.
Under Wu Zhangkong's overwhelming pressure, he couldn't even muster the strength of his Martial Soul. The opponent's frigid sword energy had sealed off all his movements.
All he could do was raise both palms, channeling every last bit of Soul Power he could muster into a desperate defense—
The next moment, the blue light halted just an inch from Guang Biao's nose, but the freezing cold energy had already formed an inescapable net of blades, trapping him completely.
His defenses? Already shattered beyond recognition.
"Your eyes... That place, right...?"
"Don't tell me... you graduated from..."
Guang Biao stared dumbfounded at Wu Zhangkong, swallowing hard before blurting out in shock.
Purple. Purple Demon Eyes.
Could he have graduated from Shrek...?
"I was expelled from that place. Reason? Bad temper. So."
"Don't let me see you again."
Wu Zhangkong said coldly. In the next moment, the blue light retracted, as if countless blue currents in the world were converging toward him. The Frost Sky Sword turned into a streak of light and vanished without a trace.
Then, with a calm expression, he walked toward the direction of the academy as if nothing had ever happened.
His figure stood quietly at the academy, motionless yet exuding the presence of a guardian deity—the strongest guardian of Eastsea Academy.
"Teacher Wu…"
"That was way too cool."
Witnessing the scene before them, Xie Xie and the others were utterly awestruck, their minds still replaying the moment he had struck. They couldn't help but murmur in admiration.
So this was the power of a Soul Emperor…
Truly terrifying!
When would he ever be as cool as that?
"Teacher Wu is indeed the strongest in Eastsea."
Observing the scene, Ouyang Zixin and the other students couldn't help but praise. Teacher Wu was exactly the Teacher Wu they remembered.
"Well then…"
"Seems like I don't need to call Dad after all."
Mu Xi pondered thoughtfully. Since Teacher Wu had already dealt with the situation, there was no need for her father to come and beat the other party to a pulp.
"Male idol!"
"Wu Zhangkong!!!"
Meanwhile, the Eastsea Academy side erupted into a sea of cheers, all shouting Wu Zhangkong's name—especially Zhang Yangzi, who was so wide-eyed he nearly lost his voice.
"White robes, blue sword—his reputation is well-earned…"
"Truly worthy of being Wu Zhangkong."
Tang Luochuan also sighed as he watched the scene unfold. This was undoubtedly one of the iconic moments of the Dragon King era.
Though he had heard of it before, seeing it in person still left him deeply moved.
The number one male idol of the Dragon King era…
A title well-deserved.
"Wait…"
"Brother, you lost?"
Unlike the joy of the academy crowd, Guang Long stared in disbelief at the scene before him. His greatest ally had actually lost?
Brother, you…
A captain of the Mecha Brigade, and you couldn't beat him?
Are you even the invincible brother I know?
"Little brother, this time…"
"I was outmatched. I concede defeat."
Guang Biao wore a bitter smile. Of course, he wanted to avenge his brother, but this guy was just too strong. Even with five more years of training, he might never reach that level.
Even if his brother had been bullied…
There was nothing he could do.
"Boss, are you alright?"
"Should we mobilize the Mecha Brigade?"
"We have to get justice for Guang Long!"
Seeing their captain defeated, his subordinates clenched their teeth in frustration.
As the most powerful and authoritative Mecha Brigade in Eastsea City, how could they fail to even stand up for their own? If this continued, how could they protect the city's safety?
This time, they had to retaliate!
"Yeah, exactly!"
Guang Long nodded in agreement. Ever since his brother became the Mecha Brigade captain, he had never suffered such humiliation before!
They had to fight—and win spectacularly!
"…"
"Let's go back."
Guang Biao, however, shook his head.
True, with their combined strength as Mecha Designers, even that Soul Emperor from earlier wouldn't have much advantage.
But in reality…
(To be continued…)
If he really did this, forget about keeping his current position—even his head might not stay attached.
This time, he had acted too impulsively. There were plenty of people who held grudges against him, and if he couldn't return, who knew what kind of impeachment he'd face...
"Who's causing trouble here?!"
"A Mecha Designer? How impressive."
At that moment, a voice boomed through the air as a figure descended from the sky, landing on the ground. The figure was tall, his face filled with anger.
But upon noticing Guang Biao's battered and bruised state, his expression turned contemplative. Had he arrived too late?
"Chairman Mu Chen?"
Tang Luochuan was slightly taken aback when he saw the newcomer, but when his gaze shifted to Mu Xi not far away, understanding dawned on him, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
Seems like teaching Mu Xi forging wasn't in vain—she knew to call for help at a critical moment.
"You must be Guang Biao. Bringing Mecha Designers to bully children—how bold."
Mu Chen's face darkened as he glared in Guang Biao's direction, his voice cold and authoritative.
Even though the man before him had already been dealt with, it did nothing to quell the fury in his heart. Even if it hadn't been Luo Chuan and the others being targeted, how dare a so-called strongman come to cause trouble at a school?
"You are…?"
"Chairman Mu Chen of the Forging Master Association!"
Guang Biao's face turned ashen as he recognized the newcomer, instantly feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles. A wave of dread washed over him.
This man wasn't just a Soul Sage or a Soul Emperor—he was an eight-ringed Soul Douluo, a true top-tier powerhouse.
Even in the entire Eastsea City, he was one of the strongest figures, second only to the master of the Spirit Transfer Pagoda.
"I'm not Chairman Mu Chen."
"I'm just an ordinary parent of a student."
Mu Chen said coldly.
"…"
"Damn it, those kids couldn't possibly be…"
In an instant, his mind cleared. He should have realized it sooner—he should have known!
How could ordinary children possibly be Grand Soul Masters? The ones who beat up his brother might very well be this man's disciples or even his own children!
"Chairman Mu Chen, let me explain—"
"Where's Guang Biao? Get out here!"
Before Guang Biao could say anything else, another figure descended from the sky, eight glowing Soul Rings shimmering around him.
"Who is this now…?"
"Chairman… Chairman Gu?"
Guang Biao's face twisted with anger, ready to retort, but when he saw the man, his heart plummeted into the abyss, his expression turning to shock.
Gu Jingtian, the chairman of the Eastsea City Mecha Master Association!
"Chairman Gu is here too."
Mu Chen was also surprised, his gaze shifting toward Tang Luochuan with astonishment. This kid actually had connections in the Mecha Master Association too?
"What…?"
Even Wu Zhangkong, who hadn't gone far, was stunned. He didn't find it strange that the Tang brothers knew the chairman of the Forging Master Association, but where had this eight-ringed powerhouse come from?
"Chairman Mu Chen?"
The man noticed Mu Chen and looked momentarily surprised, but quickly refocused his attention on Guang Biao.
"So you still remember I'm the chairman."
"Do you have any idea how big of a mess you've stirred up?"
Gu Jingtian said with a mix of anger and disappointment.
He had just received word from Chairman Mu Ye that there was a promising young man named Tang Luochuan at Eastsea Academy and had been asked to keep an eye on him in Eastsea City…
Before they could properly figure things out, Guang Biao took the Mecha Brigade to cause trouble at Eastsea Academy—and the target was Tang Luochuan?
Are you insane, Guang Biao!
"No, President."
"I really didn't—"
Guang Biao was about to explain when two dark shadows appeared in the sky above Eastsea Academy.
A deep black—two Black-level Mecha! And another Purple-level Mecha flying behind them.
Owning a Black-level Mecha was already the standard for an eight-ring powerhouse, let alone the top-tier Black-level ones...
"..."
"No way..."
"There are more experts?"
Guang Biao was dumbfounded.
"Wu Lin."
"Are your parents really ordinary people?"
Even Wu Zhangkong was stunned, looking toward Tang Wulin with skepticism.
Back in Class Five, he had asked Wu Lin about his parents and was told they were just ordinary people. But now...
One, two, three, four—four Soul Douluos!
This is what you call ordinary?
"Yeah."
Tang Wulin, equally bewildered, nodded.
"That president's daughter is pretty close with Brother, and I don't know the other uncle. As fo
r these two Mecha Designers..."
"I have no idea."
Tang Wulin was just as confused.
"You don't know..."
"Could all of them be people your brother knows?"
Wu Zhangkong took a deep breath, his gaze toward Tang Luochuan filled with awe.
Your connections, kid...
Are pretty impressive!
-Support me in Patreon for more chapters 35+ chapters in there
patreon.com/QueenTL
Thanks!