Mo Huasong's face changed, and he asked strangely, "That's not right, how can I be unaware of you being behind me?"
Mo Huasong was once again taken aback by Fat Dragon's strength.
Earlier, his punch had not caused any injuries.
Now, Fat Dragon had managed to follow him undetected. Could Fat Dragon's strength be higher than his own?
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh." Several figures flew towards them from all directions - dozens of black-clad ninjas appeared in no time.
All these ninjas had their faces covered as if they couldn't bear to be seen.
"You destroyed our thousand-year-old statue?" An old voice echoed from one of the masked ninjas upfront, indicating his advanced age.
"What? It was a thousand-year-old statue?" Mo Huasong was shocked. "In that case, it must have decayed and fell apart on its own."
Fat Dragon nodded vigorously, "Yeah, why wouldn't that ghost-thing break apart? Being an unsightly ghost or god, it's like me- er, never mind, it's even more gruesome looking."
