Only by battling the strongest can he become even stronger.
Therefore, Mo Huasong decided not to use any weapons, nor does he rely on the Black Ghost Fire or the Sword Spirit. He preferred to fight his opponent to the death.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Mo Huasong was attacking his opponents with constant punches.
The combined strength of more than ten masters surpasses even those at the Nascent Soul Stage.
As a result, Mo Huasong took several blows while recklessly fighting them...
Although Mo Huasong had practiced the Body Refinement Realm, the multiple attacks left him coughing up blood.
However, he also managed to detonate a few masked men with his fists.
"Don't stop now. We must kill Mo Batian, he can't last much longer," Master Zhi Lai excitedly shouted.
It was a good thing some of the supporting masters died. This meant there would be more spoils to divide later.
Hearing Master Zhi Lai's words, the masked men were elated and hurled themselves into the fray.
