Mo Huasong nodded, pulling his regularly used Little Black Knife from his chest.
This Little Black Knife is of better quality than most, it'd be good for her to hold onto it.
"If I take your weapon, what will you use?" Mu Fanxuan asked with concern.
"I still have more." Mo Huasong laughed, revealing another Little Black Knife.
The female bodyguard behind him silently broke a sweat; the young master was indeed a master of Batian, carrying an abundant array of Little Black Knives.
You see, the price of Little Black Knife was increasingly expensive these days. For martial artists like them, you cannot even buy it even for a hundred billion, let alone offering a thousand billion.
With the Little Black Knife in hand, they dare to challenge those who have accomplished the Innate Martial Arts!
For martial artists, power is the way to go; wealth and money are all superficial.
Sounding a bit unpleasant, what's a thousand billion?
