"You really do know what happened. Name your conditions," Golden Crocodile Douluo said. He was a sensible man. He had no connection to Mo Lin whatsoever, so Mo Lin had no reason to tell him anything for free. Besides, he had already determined that Qian Renxue was at least very close to Mo Lin. How close, he did not know, but forcing the issue was clearly not an option.
Mo Lin lightly stamped the ground, then said:
"Since Senior is a sensible man, this junior will state his condition."
The moment he finished speaking, Golden Crocodile Douluo felt the ground vanish beneath his feet. Just as he lowered his head to see what had happened, his feet found solid ground again. But when he looked up, he discovered that the scenery around him had completely changed. He was actually standing within a canyon, long since gone from the vicinity of Spirit City.
Golden Crocodile Douluo, unfamiliar with the power of space, had yet to process what had happened when a wave of heat struck him head-on.
At that moment, Mo Lin's right arm had already burst into raging flames, and the surrounding temperature instantly rose by dozens of degrees. Even Golden Crocodile Douluo felt extremely uncomfortable.
Since obtaining the Fire Dragon King's Right Arm Bone, Mo Lin had rarely used it in battle, mainly because of environmental restrictions. For instance, several of his battles had taken place in forests. To avoid ending up behind bars for setting the mountains ablaze, Mo Lin had chosen to use the Ice Dragon King's Left Arm Bone on his left arm instead. (Though he had not used its soul bone skill either, mainly because he was afraid of hurting the harmony. Everyone was just having some fun—what was the point of going for the