"Wait a few minutes!"
"What do you mean!?"
Mighty Lion Douluo froze for a moment upon hearing Mo Hui's words.
But before he could truly process what Mo Hui meant, Pidgeot beat its wings and shot into the sky like a pillar of light.
"Don't run, brat!"
Seeing this, Mighty Lion Douluo assumed Mo Hui was fleeing. Panic surged through him, and the Blazing Flame Lion he had transformed into became a streak of Fire Shadow as it flew upward.
Yet even after reaching his maximum altitude, Mighty Lion Douluo still could not see Mo Hui or Pidgeot, leaving him utterly baffled.
After searching for a while and still failing to find any trace of Mo Hui or Pidgeot, Mighty Lion Douluo dispelled his Martial Soul Avatar, scratched his head, and said, "Could that brat have run away?"
But after giving it some thought, Mighty Lion Douluo felt that made sense. The brat's Soul Power had nearly run dry. If he did not flee, was he supposed to wait to be killed?
"This is troublesome. At that brat's rate of progress, I might not be his match the next time we meet!" Mighty Lion Douluo said grimly.
Since he had already become enemies with Mo Hui, regardless of the reason, Mighty Lion Douluo naturally hoped to eliminate him in one go. Letting a God Position Inheritor like this escape was an enormous threat, both to himself and to Spirit Hall.
Mo Hui was not even twenty years old, yet he already possessed such strength. If he were allowed to grow for a few more years, Mighty Lion Douluo did not dare imagine just how terrifying he would become.
By then, even Qian Daoliu, Spirit Hall's Great Enshrined, might not be a match for Mo Hui.
"I must report this to