The several merchants, who were sandwiched in the middle by Mo Huasong and his men, turned pale. It seemed like there were still people planning to target them.
Lucky for them, they employed these men as bodyguards, or else they would have been in big trouble.
Upon seeing some people knocked down, Fat Dragon immediately ran towards the back, swiftly snatching some money from the men's bodies.
"Damn it, they're so poor. They must be assassins." Fat Dragon angrily exclaimed, looking at the mere ten thousand or so Spirit Stones on their bodies.
Mo Huasong glanced at the people around them eyeing them. Regardless, he instructed Su Weidong to smash their Dantian.
If their Dantian was shattered, their Martial Arts would be virtually ruined.
Of course, it didn't mean they could never cultivate again in their lifetimes.
If they happened to acquire some extraordinary natural treasures, they might still have a chance to cultivate again.
