Little White Sword gave a tremble in the air, transforming into the Big White Sword.
"Go." Mo Huasong commanded, jumping onto the white sword. Like lightning, the white sword shot forward abruptly.
"It's over, Mo Huasong is still alive." A martial artist cried out in terror.
Xie Tianguang dismissed it, saying, "Even if Mo Huasong is coming back, it'll take some time. We can annihilate the Mo family first, and snatch their belongings afterwards."
But at that moment, Fat Dragon leapt up, shouting, "Everyone listen, take a picture of their faces. When Batian returns, he will hold them accountable and annihilate their families."
The martial artists, knowing Mo Huasong was still alive, were so terrified that their souls nearly left their bodies.
Now hearing that Fat Dragon was planning to photograph their faces, they covered their faces and started running.
"Run, don't let them recognize us." The martial artists shrieked as they fled.
