That was Wu Zhangkong's martial soul! As a Soul Master, getting one's martial soul destroyed could most definitely count as a heavy blow, and it would require a very long time to recover from.

In a battle between a Soul Sage and a Titled Douluo, it was the latter who had his sword broken!

Meanwhile, Tang Wulin still had golden light shimmering around his body, and he didn't appear to have sustained any damage. The golden scales over his skin slowly receded, and he was standing on the spot like an almighty immovable mountain.

Wu Siduo stared blankly at him, and both in her eyes and within her heart, his stature continued to grow.

He had always been so exceptional, but she didn't think that he would already be this powerful. Luo Guixing and Xu Yucheng's eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets. Yang Nianxia's mouth had completely gaped open, and all of the young students were staring at Tang Wulin with fervent and astonished looks in their eyes.

Who was that and what was going...