The allure of the Ancestor Dragon's dragon bone is surely more than enough.
Enough to make all the major factions willing to go against the Mo Family, resorting to murder and robbery.
Although Mo Ling and Mo Xing had to participate in this qualification tournament, they couldn't possibly carry the dragon bone with them. The risk was simply too high, so they decided to send the bone back to the Mo residence first.
Just outside Tongtian City.
Mo Xing and Mo Ling had already been ambushed here.
It wasn't just the factions from the auction house—judging by these numbers, even those who didn't have ties to the auction probably chose to lay low here and wait.
Looking at the masses of black-robed figures around them, neither Mo Xing nor Mo Ling seemed the least bit flustered. Their eyes still shone with arrogance.
This wasn't a quirk of their personalities.
It was a subconscious bearing, cultivated over years under the Mo Family's unrivaled reputation.
