Polar Reversal

The Mohist School had six contemporary Giant Sons.

But only one held the position of ruling Giant Son: Mo Yu.

No one had expected him to be an eighteen- or nineteen-year-old youth who always wore a smile in his eyes.

Mo Yu stood in the wind, his body perfectly still. Despite his young age, he carried himself with the bearing of a great master.

He called out brightly, "You have all worked hard in the battle at San Zhi Po."

Below him.

Even someone as crazed as Zhang Mofeng had his head deeply lowered in respectful submission.

Atop San Zhi Po stood Mo Yu, the Ninth Generation Giant Son. Behind him was a bronze statue of Mozi himself!

The founder of the Mohist School and its current leader had gathered here. Who would dare be disrespectful?

"Mr. Song, Mo Yu did not fail his mission this time. I have finally contained Liu Shizi."

Mo Yu looked at Liu Di's motionless figure. His voice spread outward, announcing it to the world. "He is inside both the Dragon Confinement Array and the Ice Coffin Formation. The incense stick has finished burning as well."

Mr. Song nodded slightly.

Mo Yu took several steps forward. The white cloth shoes beneath his robe were spotless.

Yet two footprints had been left where he had stood. The white mist had dampened the ground around them, but the earth beneath those prints remained dry.

From the moment Liu Di arrived, Mo Yu had stood there without moving.

At that moment.

He came to the edge of the steps and continued, "An opponent like Liu Shizi is rarely seen in a century. It is just a pity..."

"Hahaha!"

Though Mo Yu was the Ninth Generation Giant Son of the Mohist School, he was still young and retained some