"Master, should we head back now?" Sword Spirit asked Mo Huasong.
Mo Huasong shook his head and coldly gazed into the distance: "I won't go back until they are terrified of me and dare not kill me again."
At this point, Mo Huasong didn't need to question who wanted him dead anymore. Who else but a significant figure could command battle robots to kill him?
He could be sure that seeking out the King of the Black Country wouldn't be a mistake.
Thus, Mo Huasong darted towards Fei City, the capital of the Black Country.
Meanwhile, he yelled toward the sky, "Listen up King of the Black Country, since you dare to plot against me, I'll come for your life!"
"What? Mo Batian is so audacious that he even dares to kill our King?" Some of the Black Country People were disdainful. "Does he have the ability?"
