Mo Huasong sneered, slashing the Little Black Knife in his hand forward.
"Bang."
The Star Gate Elder only felt his arm tremble, and his Little Black Knife had unexpectedly broken.
"What? Is the Star Gate Elder's Little Black Knife fake?" a nearby Martial Artist gasped in surprise.
It seems that Master Batian's treasures are running low; even the Star Gate Elder who sells the Little Black Knife now deals in counterfeit goods.
"Fake my ass." The Star Gate Elder spat out a mouthful of old blood in anger. "This is a genuine Little Black Knife, I even tested it when I got it."
"Then why did your Little Black Knife break?" the Martial Artist fired back.
The Star Gate Elder was speechless, yes, why did his Little Black Knife break? Could it be that the young man's Little Black Knife is also one refined by Master Batian?
Mo Huasong sneered, "Because the Little Black Knife I use has enhanced materials, it is naturally better than what you guys buy. Now, you can go to hell."
