Mo Huasong looked disdainfully at the elderly ninja. "You're really quite unlucky. If you had ascended to immortality a little earlier, you wouldn't have encountered me, nor would you have been knocked out by my punch."
"Hahahaha! Killing our elder leader with one punch! Mo Batian, you're hilarious!" The ninjas scoffed vociferously one after the other.
Their elder leader was quite formidable. It was said that he had lived for hundreds of years without ever entering battle.
The mere appearance of him was enough to send enemies scurrying, hopping away even faster than rabbits.
Now that Mo Batian was audaciously boasting about his victory, they couldn't help but laugh.
Mo Huasong didn't say anything; he flew forward and gripped his fist tightly.
"I'm curious to see what an old man like you, who has lived for centuries, is capable of," Mo Huasong sneered.
Merely at the first level of Foundation Establishment, this was a joke.
