By the time Du Busi and the others arrived.
They found the scene before them utterly bizarre.
A light rain fell where they stood, yet a short distance ahead lay a world of ice and snow.
The two places were less than ten meters apart.
Yet their environments were completely different.
Moreover, these were the hottest days of summer.
And snow was actually falling from the sky.
Did that make any sense?
Soon, they found Chen Mo building a snowman.
Du Busi immediately stepped forward and examined him thoroughly.
Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
"Phew—thank goodness you're all right, brat. If anything had happened to you today, I would've smashed the Holy Spirit Cult to pieces."
"Speaking of which, how did you escape?"
"And who abducted you? Where is she? I'm going to beat her to ashes!"
Du Busi's face brimmed with fury. He wished he could grind Feng Ling's bones to dust and scatter her ashes.
He only had this one future successor.
If anything happened to him, the consequences would be unthinkable.
Faced with his master's three questions in a row, Chen Mo was in no hurry to answer.
Instead, he asked curiously, "Never mind me for now. Master, you got here so quickly—did you finish off Long Xiaoyao?"
Long Xiaoyao.
A Level 99 Limit Douluo.
The Holy Spirit Cult's chief consecrator.
If they could eliminate him ahead of time as well, along with the already slain vice leader, Feng Ling.
Then the Holy Spirit Cult would lose two of its top combatants.
Unfortunately.
Though Du Busi could firmly suppress Long Xiaoyao with the aid of three Level 9 Soul Tools.
Killing him was still somewhat difficult.
"Forget it. That fellow escaped."
"Escaped? Come on, old geezer, you're really not up to the job.