Everyone was shocked, flatly refusing to believe what their eyes had just witnessed.
It was clear to them that Mo Huasong had not exerted his inner strength, he had merely swung his blade.
Yet, that very swing not only severed the Little Black Knife held by Zheng Jian, it also broke his inner strength shield and injured him. This artifact was terrifying, far superior to what they'd seen earlier.
No one doubted the authenticity of Zheng Jian's Little Black Knife, given the inspection earlier. This merely suggested that the Little Black Knife in Mo Huasong's hands was far more powerful.
At this moment, the martial artists present widened their eyes even more. They started to take out their phones and call their respective sects.
Earlier, they had been caught off guard and did not have sufficient funds in their bank accounts, allowing Zheng Jian to take advantage.
But now, they hurriedly contacted their sects to prepare funds.
