The Cripple Theory Master

Above the void, an eerie female figure silently emerged, watching everything in silence.

"Hatred, rage—kill them! Hahahaha... What a perfect vessel."

In the void, the Rakshasa God laughed wildly. He found Bibi Dong more and more interesting; this inheritor—or rather, vessel—was simply the most perfect candidate for inheritance.

Strands of black thread emerged from Bibi Dong's mind like deadly chains. This was a god-level transmission, and also a life-stealing prison.

"Heh, Bibi Dong, you really dared to make a move, huh? Did you forget where this is? This is Spirit City!"

Lin Mo snorted coldly. Facing Bibi Dong as she steadily approached, he was not the least bit flustered. On the contrary, he was quite pleased.

After all, he had long found Bibi Dong unpleasant. Yet due to his relationship with Qian Renxue, and because he was of the younger generation, it was not appropriate for him to interfere directly.

But things were different now. Since Bibi Dong wanted to kill him and Qian Renxue, she could not blame him for showing no mercy.

Ninth Soul Skill, Sea God Descends.

Ahem, he had gotten off track.

"Second Grandpa! Save me!"

With Lin Mo's loud shout, he crushed a token hidden in his right hand.

In an instant, heaven and earth changed color, and golden light blazed forth.

A phoenix's cry rang out, echoing throughout Spirit City.

A composed, dashing middle-aged figure emerged from the void and strode through the air.

"Who dares bully my grandson?"

Nine soul rings appeared beneath him in succession: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, red, red.

Bibi Dong's pupils suddenly contracted. Her advancing steps toward Lin Mo came to a halt, and terror flooded her heart as the threat of death enveloped her.

As for Yu Xiaogang beside her, he had already curled into a ball. A trickle ran beneath him, soaking his crotch, leaving him in a miserable state.

The moment Lin Haosheng saw Bibi Dong, he did not hesitate in the slightest and pointed a finger at her.

Terrifying light energy poured forth like a plasma beam. The ray struck Bibi Dong in the abdomen and pierced straight through her in an instant.

"Ah!"

Bibi Dong screamed as her entire body was blasted away. She crashed directly into the nearby city wall, spat out blood, and fainted.

At that moment, several streaks of light shot over from Spirit City at tremendous speed.

With Lin Haosheng at the center, they formed a semicircle around him, yet remained more than ten meters away, not daring to approach.

"Your Highness the Saintess!"

"Kid Lin Mo, Young Master?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo's minds had completely shut down. They had no idea what was happening.

From their perspective, Lin Haosheng, the mysterious expert, had clearly been the one to act. Yet Lin Mo and the Young Master were standing beside him and did not appear to have been kidnapped.

Bibi Dong was lying unconscious nearby.

Even Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo had no idea what had happened, so Ghost Leopard and the others knew even less and dared not step forward.

What shocked them even more was the mysterious expert's soul ring configuration.

"A hundred-thousand-year eighth ring? How is that possible?"

Spirit Kite Douluo cried out in shock.

"More than that. He's also a Super Douluo-level expert, at least level ninety-seven."

When Demon Bear said this, his gaze was deep and solemn, filled with reverence for the strong.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo said nothing, merely exchanging a glance. They decided not to act rashly and to focus on talking first.

"Spirit Kite, take Her Highness the Saintess back to recover first."

Spirit Kite nodded and nervously glanced at Lin Haosheng. However, Lin Haosheng made no response and allowed them to take Bibi Dong away.

Lin Mo did not say anything either. He understood that now was absolutely not the time to deal with Bibi Dong. No matter what, she was still the Qian family's daughter-in-law; even if someone was going to act against her, it would be the Qian family.

Still, Bibi Dong would definitely pay dearly this time. She had dared to harm their child—Qian Daoliu would certainly not let her off lightly.

Qian Renxue still had her head buried in Lin Mo's chest, utterly unable to look at the scene outside. She had heard her mother's scream.

But she also understood that her mother had truly intended to kill her. Self-doubt, the pain of being abandoned by her birth mother, and fear of death all tangled within her heart.

Tears gradually soaked Lin Mo's clothes. Lin Mo took a deep breath and gently stroked the back of Qian Renxue's head.

"Lin Mo, what... happened?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo still gathered his courage and walked over, asking Lin Mo. As he spoke, his eyes occasionally darted toward Lin Haosheng, who was sitting nearby with his eyes closed in rest.

"Sigh, Elder Chrysanthemum. We had just come out of the military camp when we ran into Her Highness the Saintess, who had brought a Spirit Master theory expert named Yu Xiaogang to demand an explanation at the camp entrance."

"I had heard of this Yu Xiaogang before. Apparently, he's a good-for-nothing, and all his Spirit Master theories were copied from Spirit Hall."

"That Yu Xiaogang proposed taking the two of us as disciples, saying that only he could teach us how to become stronger."

"After that, I refuted him a few times. Her Highness the Saintess released her martial soul and charged at us in anger, intending to kill us. In my desperation, I called for my Second Grandpa."

Chrysanthemum Douluo's mouth twitched at Lin Mo's explanation. As one of Qian Xunji's most trusted subordinates...

He knew about the matter between the Holy Maiden and Yu Xiaogang, but he had never expected the Holy Maiden to be so reckless as to attempt to assassinate two figures as important as Lin Mo and Qian Renxue in the street.

"The Holy Maiden must have been deceived by villains to try to assassinate us in the street! This is outrageous!"

But it was not his place to speak. After all, this counted as a private matter of the Qian family. What could he, a subordinate, say?

Lin Mo was at least half a member of the Qian family, and he was also a victim. Naturally, he had the right to express his opinion on the matter.

But he was merely a subordinate. It was better for him to keep quiet.

Chrysanthemum Douluo glanced at Lin Haosheng again. He roughly knew Lin Mo's background—he should be a member of the Angel Legion.

Then, barring any surprises, this Second Grandfather of Lin Mo's had to be one of the Angel Legion's higher-ups. Judging by his strength, he was at least of deputy commander rank.

Since he had already come here, he first had to give them an explanation.

"Where is Yu Xiaogang?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo found a perfect opening.

"Over there."

Lin Mo pointed toward the ruins beside them. Curled up on the ground was a mummy that resembled a maggot. It had looked like one before because it was wrapped head to toe in bandages, but now it looked even more like one.

Chrysanthemum Douluo flashed over and grabbed Yu Xiaogang. A foul stench of urine rushed straight into his nostrils.

"Ugh..."

Chrysanthemum Douluo dry-heaved, growing even angrier. He slammed Yu Xiaogang to the ground, and a golden stamen appeared in his hand. With a sharp rip—

Blood spurted out as Yu Xiaogang's entire right leg was severed.

"Ah! Ah!"

Yu Xiaogang screamed repeatedly. Having lost a leg, he crawled helplessly across the ground, tears and snot mixing together.

Lin Mo instinctively pressed Qian Renxue's head into his chest, his movements even gentler, though his unblinking gaze remained fixed on Yu Xiaogang.

Well, now he's a crippled theory master.

"Demon Bear!"

"Here!"

"Take Yu Xiaogang to the dungeon and await judgment."

"Yes!"

"Everyone else, disperse!"

Ghost Douluo, standing nearby, was clearly on the same wavelength as Chrysanthemum Douluo. With a string of orders, they had preliminarily settled the matter in an orderly fashion.

The two of them also understood that what came next was no longer something they could participate in. Their most important task now was to report upward as quickly as possible.

"Your Excellency, Lin Mo, Young Master."

"Let us move to the Spirit Hall council chamber."