"What? Demon Wu has advanced to the realm of Grandmaster? It's over, Mr. Mo might be finished." Pang Wenjun's hand softened in fright, and he dropped his mobile phone, breaking it.
Mo Huasong glared at Demon Wu and sneered, "Bugger off, make your move, or I'll kill you."
"Mo Batian, you dare insult a Grandmaster? Don't you know it's disgraceful to insult a Grandmaster?" Demon Wu angrily lashed out with his right fist.
An intense, invisible energy arrived silently, causing people to feel their hearts palpitate.
"My God, is this the power of a Grandmaster? I feel it could destroy the world." A Martial Artist could not resist this pressure and vomited blood uncontrollably.
"Yeah, despite the distance, we can't withstand Demon Wu's display of power. Mo Batian is beside Demon Wu, how could he possibly withstand it?" Other Martial Artists murmured in surprise.
