Last night, he had been too engrossed in practicing the Ghost Gate Needles and kept at it until the dead of night. It was his first time attempting this skill, and it had taken quite a toll on Mo Lin, so he had planned to get a good night's sleep today. But heaven had other plans. A fierce clash of fighting sounds disturbed his sweet dream.
Mo Lin sprang out of bed.
"Seriously?! Even for Titled Douluo, isn't that way too fast?!"
Mo Lin changed into his clothes, skipped the door entirely, and took a leap of faith straight down. He had to stop this fight.
In front of the Papal Palace stood two men clad in Spirit Hall's offering elder robes, each holding a long staff. They were Qian Jun Douluo and Jiang Mo Douluo, and both were staring at the young man before them as if facing a formidable enemy.
The man wore a fitted black outfit, his long hair snow-white, and held a long spear in his hand. As he looked at the two Titled Douluo before him, his eyes were full of mockery. Naturally, he was Mo Lin's uncle, Mo Jia.
A day earlier, he had calculated the date and decided the time was about right. Since the elders of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had not done anything too outrageous, he left early and headed for Spirit City, crossing ten thousand li in a single day and night to arrive before the Papal Palace.
Since he had covered the journey in only a day and night, Mo Jia's Soul Power had naturally leaked out wildly along the way. Before he even reached Spirit City, the offering elders in Douluo Hall sensed a Titled Douluo heading toward the city. All of Spirit Hall's Titled Douluo