Mo Yuan lifted his chin and gestured.
"Ling Yuan Douluo is also from your teacher's wife Yun Yan's family."
Lin Chen followed his gaze and saw a massive kite circling overhead, its entire body shimmering with light. Its feathers gleamed like gold, its eyes flashed like lightning, and its presence was astounding. It was none other than Ling Yuan's avatar.
The giant kite's outspread wings spanned dozens of meters. Each beat stirred a howling gust, and its red feathers shimmered faintly beneath the moonlight, breathtakingly beautiful.
Lin Chen froze for a moment, then caught on and exclaimed in shock:
"Also? Her family has two Titled Douluos? And one of them is a Peak Douluo?"
Mo Yuan gave an affirmative hum, acknowledging it.
Lin Chen opened his mouth, taking a long while to recover.
He had known that Yun Yan came from an extraordinary background, but he had never imagined it was extraordinary to this extent—
One family, two Titled Douluos, with one of them a Peak Douluo standing at the very summit of the continent.
With such deep foundations, there were probably only a handful of families in the entire Heaven Dou Empire that could compare.
He could not help muttering, "Teacher, are you living off your wife?"
Mo Yuan rolled his eyes and smacked the back of Lin Chen's head.
"What nonsense are you spouting? Your teacher is plenty strong himself, all right?"
Lin Chen held the back of his head and chuckled. He was about to say more when startled cries suddenly rose around them.
Lin Chen looked up. Tang Hao's right hand had moved.
The hundred-meter-long hammer in the sky plunged abruptly, carrying the might to destroy heaven and earth as it smashed viciously toward the figures ahead.
As the hammer fell, the air compressed into dull