"Whoever dares move, just try it!"
Just as Spirit Hall was preparing to make its move, a remarkably handsome figure descended like a god and blocked the entrance to Shrek Academy.
The newcomer was none other than Mo Lang, who had hurried back from the Star Dou Great Forest!
Zhao Wuji followed behind Mo Lang.
With Mo Lang's appearance, the oppressive aura Ghost Douluo had brought instantly vanished without a trace.
"So it's you, little brat from Spirit Hall."
After giving everyone a reassuring look, Mo Lang turned to Ghost Douluo with open disdain on his face.
"..."
As soon as he said that, everyone from Shrek Academy wore expressions of complete understanding.
After spending the past few months together, they had all learned that Mo Lang was good at everything except controlling that mouth of his.
Only in front of Xiao Wu did he become sweet-talking. Otherwise, no matter who it was, they had all been on the receiving end of his verbal attacks.
The teachers of Shrek Academy especially—each of them was several generations older than him, yet he called them Little Zhao, Little Gang, and Little Flender one after another.
They had grown used to it.
After all, they still had to beg him to beat them up to improve their physiques!
Even Sword Douluo, the old gatekeeper, was merely Old Sword in Mo Lang's mouth.
As for which "sword" he meant, only Mo Lang himself knew.
The people of Shrek Academy were used to it, but the people from Spirit Hall were dumbfounded.
The mighty Ghost Douluo had actually been called a little brat by a kid barely over ten.
It had to be said, this guy really had some nerve.
"Insolence! Is Ghost Douluo someone a little bastard like you can call that?!"
Wu Tuo