A faint killing intent seeped from Tang Hao's body:
"Are you threatening me?"
"Threatening Clear Sky Douluo? Please, you must be joking. I merely explained the stakes," Mo Lin said, maintaining an outward calm beneath the killing intent. "Also, I suggest you put away that killing intent. It's far too conspicuous."
Tang Hao looked at the young man before him and withdrew his killing intent. He had spent nearly ten years in Spirit Hall, yet there was not the slightest reverence for Spirit Hall in Mo Lin's words, nor did he have a single good thing to say about Qian Xunji. At such a young age, he was already so calculating and knew so much about the past. It was still uncertain whether he would become an enemy or an ally in the future, but one thing was certain: this boy was no ordinary person. To be safe, I should kill him. However, he did have a point. And judging from his reaction, the moment I made a move, he would undoubtedly create a huge disturbance and draw the attention of the entire Papal Palace and Douluo Hall. Given my current condition—my old injuries, along with the more recent wound Mo Jia left in my abdomen—if I truly encountered Qian Daoliu, my chances of escape would be almost zero. Little San might also be implicated because of me.
Tang Hao pondered for a while before saying:
"Kid, you're lucky. In my current state, dealing with Qian Daoliu would indeed be difficult. And a tall tree catches the wind. If you stay alive, my son won't stand out so much either."
After saying that, Tang Hao vanished from Mo Lin's sight. Though he was not a speed-type Soul Master, his speed was still beyond the reach of a Soul King like