Chapter Eighty-Fourth: Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring

ight flickered, and Tang Wulin slowly awakened from his meditation. He slowly opened his eyes, and everything around him seemed to become clearer. Although his cultivation hadn't noticeably increased,...The Mech Corps is at the division level, only one level lower than the administrative officials of East Ocean City. There is no subordination relationship between them.

Upon seeing that the imposing figure before him was actually Guang Piao, Long Hengxu's face turned pale. Even if the administrator of Donghai City were here, he probably wouldn't be able to command the other party!

"I'm not a mecha battalion commander anymore, I'm just a younger brother burdened by an overbearing elder. Hand over the assailant." Guang Pio coldly said.

"Captain of the Lightning Squad, I think there might be some misunderstanding here." Long Hengxu's tone softened considerably. "In this photo, you clearly see three children. Could your younger brother possibly be hurt by these three children I think something must have happened, why don't we calm down and investigate things thoroughly before jumping to conclusions"

Long Hengxu knew very well that he couldn't afford to offend this person. The other party controlled an entire mecha battalion! That is to say, all these burly men in front of him were mech pilots. Although ordinary people could also become mech pilots, it was after all a minority. Most mech pilots were soul masters. Even if their levels were not high, their control over soul guides and combat experience were extremely rich. These people before him were truly not something the academy could contend with. What's more, the other party could mobilize the power of the mechs at any time.

He had heard some stories about Guang Biao, the captain. He was also a legendary figure. Born into an ordinary family, his parents passed away when he was young. Relying on his own talent and hard work, at the age of just thirty-five, he became the captain. His soul power cultivation reached the sixth ring, making him a true Soul Emperor. His mecha master level also reached Level 10 or above. In the entire East China Academy, it seemed that there was only...

"Misunderstanding Child My brother was beaten like this, as his elder brother, I'm responsible. I will investigate, but it will be done under my watch. Stop talking nonsense and hand him over. We've been waiting here out of courtesy to the East Sea City, I'll give you another twenty minutes. If you don't hand him over, we'll just go in ourselves."

Long Hengxu's face darkened, and he said in a harsh voice: "Captain Guangbiao, don't be too arrogant. This is the academy, a place to cultivate students. Aren't all of you who came out from the academy I won't give up anyone. If you have the ability, just drive your mecha and step over our corpses. Otherwise, don't even think about entering the East China Sea Academy."

Usually, the students who have some grievances against this strict Dragon Director couldn't help but feel a surge of enthusiasm when they saw this scene. Some older students had spontaneously walked behind him.

Suddenly, Guangbian took a giant leap forward, landing with a foot that struck the ground. A low rumble echoed out, as if the very earth of Donghai Academy trembled in response. Many students standing in front stumbled and fell.

“I only believe in power. You think you can stop me My brother is injured like this, and you won't hand over the murderer, but instead have the audacity to be right I could talk to you reasonably, but my fist is bigger, and I'm taking people away. I'll see who can stop me.”

At that moment, a cold voice rang out from the direction of the East China Academy, "I hate arguing; fists are always better."

Suddenly, everyone felt a flash before their eyes. A new person appeared in front of the crowd from the East China Academy.

A white robe, a head of azure blue hair cascading down her back, emerald green eyes gleaming with a bright and pure light, stood there proudly, causing the temperature around her to seem to drop.

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Light's feelings were the most clear. The moment this person appeared, the imposing aura he had just gathered scattered like ice shards upon impact with a mountain.

"Mr. Wu, it's Mr. Wu..." On the side of Tokai Academy, students had already exclaimed in surprise.

"Who are you" Guangbian narrowed his eyes, his aura steadily increasing.

Wu Changkong said indifferently: “The three students you’re looking for are my disciples. If you beat me, you can continue. If you lose, get out.”

His voice was cold, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, as if everything he did was simply what should be.

"Hahaha! Good, it's been a long time since anyone has spoken to me like that. I'd like to see what you've got." Although Guangbiao was laughing, his heart was already filled with anger to the extreme.

A powerful yellow light suddenly rose from him, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple, purple, six spirit rings floated out from beneath his feet.

Soul Emperor, Six Rings Soul Emperor! Among the students, a wave of exclamations erupted immediately.

His Martial Soul was unleashed, and Guang's figure shot up half a meter tall. From his forehead to the bottom of his body, iron-grey scales covered him, as if he were encased in thick armor. On his shoulders and swirling around him were three balls of light: two yellow and one purple. The two yellow ones took on the shape of lizards, identical to each other, while the purple one morphed into a gigantic python.

Purple, a thousand-year soul! There's no doubt about it, the six soul rings on him were bestowed by these three souls. To possess a thousand-year soul is, among Soul Masters, definitely a sign of absolute mastery.

Similarly, the Ironclad Dragon Martial Soul emanating from Guangying was countless times more powerful than that of Guanglong. At this moment, he gave Rao the feeling that a mountain range would be easily crushed by him.

His imposing presence swept through the air like a tornado, lifting his azure blue hair into the sky.

At that moment, everyone present suddenly felt a chill run down their spines, as if they had instantly entered winter. All Guang Pio saw was a faint blue light flash by.

The dragon-like, furious momentum split instantly in two, vanishing without a trace.

The dance master, Chang Kong, remained in his ethereal white attire, a pale blue longsword appearing in his right hand at some unknown point.

The sword glow was like autumn water, the sword rainbow like a drawn sword. The white-clad figure with the blue sword floated serenely, resembling an immortal.

In the East China Academy, few people had witnessed his swordsmanship. Almost all eyes were focused on the blade.

Circles of light emanated from the hilt, soul rings not large, hovering around the blade. But the colors of each soul ring were so dazzling. Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black!

Yes, the last two soul rings were black. Black represented ten thousand years. Yes, that was it, a ten thousand year soul ring!

The air seemed to freeze, the entire space seeming to freeze with the appearance of the long sword. Wu Changkong simply stood there, his originally raging aura now solidified.

Thousands of years… A soul ring that has lasted for thousands of years, how is this possible… How could it be a thousand-year soul ring!cator and dialed the most familiar number. 。"Nair, where are you" Once the communication was established, Qian Guzhangting asked eagerly. 。"Over here! What's wrong Your voice doesn't sound quite righ...