Not long after, Mo Huasong was tracked by others, which prompted them to relay the news back here.
Mo Huasong didn't know the fight had already started at the Mo family's end. He had just finished refining his body, which had greatly benefited him. He was so pleased he could barely describe it.
The fools thought they could kill him with an explosion and fire; they were too naive.
Of course, if it had been any other martial artist of grandmaster level, they would have been done for after falling from such a great height.
If it had been him in the past, Mo Huasong would have been no exception.
But now, Mo Huasong had Little White Sword, which he could directly transform, and then let Sword Spirit fly it forward at a very fast speed.
"Wow, Mo Huasong can really do that, that's super cool."
"Yeah, what material is that sword made of? Is it shaped like a rocket or a large sword? Is it some kind of big engine that could make Earth wander?" One person joked.
