Guang Biao stared at Wu Zhangkong with a dumbstruck expression. Ever since the extinction of soul beasts, very rarely would ten-thousand year soul rings appear. Even for the Spirit Pagoda, wasn’t it exceedingly difficult to manufacture ten-thousand year spirit souls?
‘But how? How could he have ten thousand year soul rings? What was his true identity?’ As he was able to obtain ten-thousand year soul rings at such a young age, this pressure clearly had an effect on Guang Biao. While his impulsive side was excited when facing a Soul Emperor possessing two ten-thousand year soul rings, he was no longer certain of his victory.
Wu Zhangkong didn’t even bother to look at him. Instead, he just lowered his head and stared at the long sword in his hand.
Skyfrost Sword, that was the name of his martial soul. It had been ages since the last time he’d used it. He had already condensed his spiritual power into his martial soul long ago. Its reappearance was like reuniting with an old friend. His expression no longer possessed its usual cold indifference, instead, it held a trace of foolishness in it at that moment. It almost seemed as if he were looking at his own lover, a gaze as tender as water.
“Hou!” Guang Biao bellowed at the sky. He had already been forced into a corner. If he were to back down in front of all his subordinates, they would think he was a weakling. How would he be able to lead them then? This was the reason why he couldn’t back down from this battle now.
His first soul ring lit up, causing his armored body to burst with a metallic light. Armored Dragon Body!
Guang Biao suddenly pushed off with his left foot, sweeping towards Wu Zhangkong like a hurricane.
At his rank, regardless of whether it were his speed or power, they were both extremely terrifying!
His large fist swung upwards as he straightened his body. If one were struck by this fist, they would likely be on the brink of death.
Wu Zhangkong was looking at his Skyfrost Sword just as before, without a single movement in response. The Armored Dragon’s fist was like a hurricane, its figure massive. At this moment, nothing could disturb the powerful Guang Biao’s mind.
“Teacher, be careful!” Tang Wulin called out from afar.
Right at that moment, Wu Zhangkong stirred. He rotated his right hand causing all six soul rings to vanish from his Skyfrost Sword simultaneously. Gently raising the tip of his sword, he met the mountain-like fist head on.
Ding ding ding ding ding… A succession of brittle notes rang out.
When the first sound rang out, Guang Biao, whose power was like that of a tyrant dragon, was stopped. The following crisp notes had been his scales flying off one after another. In the end, even with his powerful body, he had been forced back a step.
He wanted to resist, to release an even stronger amount of soul power, but when that Skyfrost Sword touched
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