team before. 。Only victory can wash away this shame. 。Luo Gui Xing's eyes shone brightly, his gaze fixed on Gu Yue. Now was the time to fight back with control. 。As long as we control Gu Yue and prev...The Mech Battalion is at the division level, only one level lower than the administrative officer of the East China Sea City. They have no subordination relationship with each other.

Hearing that the imposing figure before him was Guang Piao, Long Hengxu's face instantly changed. Even if the head of the Administrative Department of Donghai City were here, they probably wouldn't be able to order him around!

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

"Captain Guangbiao, I think there might be some misunderstanding here." Long Hengxu's tone softened considerably. "There are clearly three children in the photo you have. Could your younger brother possibly be hurt by these three children I believe there must be a reason for this. Why don't we calm down and investigate first before jumping to conclusions"

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

He had heard some stories about Guangbiao. The captain was also a legendary figure. He came from an ordinary family and lost both his parents at a young age. Relying on his own excellent talent and hard work, he rose to the position of captain at the age of only thirty-five. His soul power cultivation reached the sixth ring, making him a true Soul Emperor. His mecha mastery also reached the level above "Linfeng". In the entire East Sea Academy, it seemed that there were few whose soul power cultivation reached the emperor level...

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

Long Hengxu's face darkened, and he said in a harsh voice: "Captain Guangbiao, you are going too far. This is the Academy, a place to cultivate students. Didn't each one of you come out from the Academy I won't compromise. If you have the ability, open your mecha and step over our bodies. Otherwise, don't even think about entering the East China Sea Academy."

Normally, the students who held some resentment toward this strict Headmaster Long saw this scene and couldn't help but feel their blood boil. Some of the older students had already spontaneously walked behind him.

Guangbian suddenly took a step forward, stomping his foot on the ground. A low rumble echoed through the air, as if the entire earth of Donghai Academy shook with it. Many students standing in front stumbled and fell.

“I only believe in strength. You think you can stop me My brother was hurt like this, and you won’t hand over the murderer instead acting righteous I could talk to you logically, but my fist is bigger. I'm taking people away, see who can stop me.”

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

Suddenly, everyone saw a flash before their eyes, and a new person appeared in front of the students from the East China Academy.

A white robe, with long azure hair flowing behind him, emerald eyes shimmering with a bright and pure light, stood proudly there, causing the temperature around him to seem to drop.

Guāngbiāo felt it most acutely. The moment this person appeared, the imposing aura he had just mustered shattered like ice crystals scattering upon encountering a glacier.

"Teacher Wu, it's Teacher Wu..." On the side of the East China Academy, students had already exclaimed in surprise.

"Who are you" Guangbian squinted his eyes, his aura steadily rising.

"Wu Changkong calmly said, 'The three students you're looking for are my disciples. If you defeat me, you can continue. If you lose, get lost.'"

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

"Hahaha! Well, it's been a long time since anyone has spoken to me like this. I'd like to see what you've got." Though Guangbiao was smiling, his heart was filled with anger to the extreme.

A peerless, golden light suddenly rose from him. Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple, purple - six spirit rings materialized beneath his feet.

Soul Emperor, Six Rings Soul Emperor! Among the students, there was a sudden burst of exclamations.

His martial spirit was unleashed, Guang Pio's figure soaring a full half meter taller. From his forehead, iron-grey scales extended downwards, enveloping him in a thick layer of armor. On his shoulders and beside him, three luminous orbs appeared - two yellow and one purple. The two yellow ones took the form of lizards, identical to each other, while the purple one was a gigantic python.

Purple, a thousand-year soul spirit! Without a doubt, the six soul rings on his body were bestowed by these three soul spirits. To possess a thousand-year soul spirit, among Soul Masters, it must be an absolute master.

Even though they both possess the Ironclad Dragon Martial Spirit, the aura emanating from Guang Piao was countless times stronger than Guang Long's. At this moment, he gave Rao a feeling as if a mountain range would be easily crushed by him.

With a powerful momentum like a tornado, he charged toward the sky, his blue hair fluttering wildly in the wind.

At that moment, everyone present suddenly felt a chill run down their spines, as if they had instantly stepped into winter. All Guangbian saw was a faint blue light flash past.

The tempestuous energy, like a tornado, split in two and vanished into thin air.

The dance master, Chang Kong, still wore his white robes that floated in the air. In his right hand, he held a pale blue long sword – when it had appeared there, no one knew.

The sword glow was like autumn water, the sword rainbow like a forged steel strip. The white-clothed figure with a blue sword floated like an immortal.

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

Circles of light emanated from the hilt, soul rings that weren't large, hovering around the blade. But the colors of those individual rings were so dazzling. Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black!

Yes, the last two soul rings were black. Black represented ten thousand years. Yes, those were, ten thousand year soul rings!

The air seemed to freeze, the entire space as if solidified by the appearance of this long sword. Wuchang Kong just stood there silently, his originally frenzied aura now frozen in place.

Ten thousand years... A ten-thousand-year soul ring, how is this possible... How could it be a ten-thousand-year soul ring! words. 。Finally made it into the station. 。The Soul Guidance Train has arrived. Tang Wulin quickly boarded and headed towards the dining car. 。Only there are seats available without a ticket. 。As for...