Douluo: Invincible from copying books

Sometimes people you know well suddenly become unrecognizable.

Cheng Mo was immersed in his own thoughts and remained motionless. It took a long time before he came back to his senses.

Jin Ling'er looked at him and said, "I only know my uncle's identity and strength. As for why he stayed in Notting City, I actually don't know."

"I came to Notting City in the hope of finding him and persuading him to return to the Star Luo Empire."

"The current situation in the Star Luo Empire is very tense. If we are not careful, a civil strife may break out that will sweep the entire empire."

"If uncle can go back, with his strength and prestige, he can suppress the situation in the empire and prevent the turmoil that is about to break out."

Jin Ling'er sighed and said, "I have come here three times, but my uncle never wants to admit his identity."

"He suddenly left today, which actually surprised me."

Cheng Mo had gradually calmed down at this time, "No matter what my father's strength and identity are."

"He has always been the father who stayed with me, grew up with me, cared about me and took care of me."

"The most important thing now is to find out his whereabouts."

Cheng Mo murmured: "The person who can hurt dad is at least a titled Douluo!"

"And a small place like Notting City will not attract soul masters at all."

"Not to mention a powerful one at the Title Douluo level."

As Cheng Mo said, he suddenly thought of someone, his expression changed in vain, and he said in a deep voice: "Yu Xiaogang and Tang San are at Notting College now!"

"The title Douluo who can appear in Notting City can only be that person!"

Cheng Mo's eyes were dim and his expression became very scary.

"I never wanted to provoke you!"

"My son is the proud son of heaven, the future God of the Sea and King of Shura."

"I am the youngest titled Douluo in the mainland."

"And you are backed by the number one sect in the world, the Haotian Sect!"

Cheng Mo stood up and thought silently: "With such a terrifying background, once provoked, I'm afraid it will stir up a hornet's nest and cause endless troubles."

"So I never wanted to provoke you."

"You follow your Poseidon's path, the God-King's path."

"I write my own books, run a college, and live my life."

"Everyone has nothing to do with each other, isn't it great?"

Cheng Mo's expression turned ferocious, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Why do you have to provoke me?"

Jin Ling'er heard what he said and asked hurriedly: "Have you thought of any clues?"

Cheng Mo shook his head and said nothing.

He stood up and walked out the door without looking back.

"I'm going out and I'll be back soon."

Cheng Mo's eyes were cold and he whispered silently in his heart: "Don't let me notice any clues."

"Otherwise, even if we join forces with Wuhun Palace, I will kill you father and son."

Cheng Mo walked out of the back door of the courtyard without saying a word. The moment he walked out, blue light flowed from his body and he transformed into a woman in white.

She was covered in white gauze, her body was like a breeze, and she rushed outside the city of Notting.

"Saint Soul Village, Tang Family!"

In Cheng Mo's heart, there was worry, fear, and murderous intent.

He activated the soul power in his body, used his body technique Feng Lei Dong to operate at full strength, and rushed towards the Holy Soul Village crazily.

There were not many villages around Notting City, so Cheng Mo easily found out the direction of Holy Soul Village.

As the only blacksmith shop in the village, Tang San's home was not difficult to find.

When he approached the Tang family's blacksmith shop, he didn't hear any noise or smell any living people.

Cheng Mo's heart sank and he slowly walked into this simple blacksmith shop.

Cold, messy, dead silent, not a soul in sight.

However, Cheng Mo's expression became even uglier, because although the room was messy, there was not much dust on the stove, well, and casting table that were commonly used at home.

"He obviously wasn't gone long!"

Cheng Mo carefully checked around, but didn't find any letters.

"Obviously, he didn't leave in a planned way."

"Otherwise, he would definitely leave a letter to Tang San like in the original work.

Cheng Mo's heart began to grow cold, "Dad, can he withstand the Haotian Hammer, the world's best martial spirit?"

Cheng Mo thought of the blood near the door of his home and the two deep footprints, and he couldn't help but feel great worry and fear in his heart.

He forced himself to calm down, looked around, and finally saw a shabby gray robe.

Cheng Mo walked to the piece of clothing, inhaled gently, and firmly engraved the remaining breath of the owner of the piece of clothing in his heart.

"As long as you appear not far from me, I will definitely be able to detect your breath."

Cheng Mo's eyes were full of murderous intent, "When your son is in a life-or-death crisis, you will definitely show up, right?"

Cheng Mo thought deeply, then turned and walked towards Notting City.

"The Academy Challenge is a great opportunity!"

"I want everyone to know that in this Academy Challenge, I will fight a life-and-death duel!"

"Everyone participating will be in danger of life and death."

Cheng Mo murmured: "Notting College is just a bunch of trash now."

"Tang San, they will definitely let a genius like you participate."

"But your father, Haotian Douluo, will he show up?"

Cheng Mo kept thinking in his mind: "If that Haotian Douluo really appears, how should I deal with it?"

"How can we find out the whereabouts of our father?"

Cheng Mo walked slowly towards Notting City.

A ferocious smile appeared on his face, "If you really show up, then use your son's life as a bet!"

"If my father dies, I will kill your precious son and let him be buried with my father."

"Anyway, I'm tired of living in this world. I've died a hundred times!"

"Maybe he can be reincarnated again."

Cheng Mo looked a little crazy, "If dad is not dead, I will take a gamble!"

"Bet you won't kill me after I threatened you."

"If I lose the bet, then my fate will be bad!"

Cheng Mo sneered and said: "If a person dies and a bird turns to the sky, he will not die for tens of thousands of years!"

"I'm going to die, I'll bet on it!"

Cheng Mo's heart became extremely cold, but his blood became extremely hot.

"I have only lived in this world for six years, and my only relative is dad."

"If he is gone, no one will care even if I die, no one will care, right?"

"This is a dog-eat-dog world, where the weak prey on the strong, and there is no justice or rules."

"If you have the strength, you can do whatever you want!"

"Even Xiao Wu, she left me to become a god!"

Cheng Mo's back was thin and he was staggering a little as he walked, looking very lonely and tired.

During this period of time, the continuous turmoil, the endless emergence of enemies, and the cruel world he was exposed to made his heart full of depression and anger.

But Lao Cheng is his home, and Yang Zhen is his harbor, making him stronger, more confident and sunny.

"If my home is gone, where can I go?"

Cheng Mo walked into Notting City with a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

"Should I contact Wuhun Palace?"

"If they knew Tang Hao was here, they would definitely not let him go!"

"But then things will be completely out of my control."

Cheng Mo stood at the intersection of Notting City Street and looked at the road ahead.

One leads to the city lord's palace!

One path leads to Wuhun Palace!

"How should I choose?"

Cheng Mo struggled a little in his heart and stood still for a long time!