Hahaha, Mo Batian is doomed. The more Master Zhiqu thought about it, the more excited he became.
Master Huoyin beside him was also glaring furiously at Mo Huasong. If it wasn't for Mo Huasong's bidding earlier, he wouldn't have had to spend an extra 550 million.
At that thought, Master Huoyin felt a heart-wrenching pain.
"Mo Batian, I will never let you off," Master Huoyin seethed with anger.
Mo Huasong gave a signal to the Nine Dragons Fish and then flew towards Master Zhiqu.
"Not good, Mo Huasong wants to attack me. Quick, help me!" Master Zhiqu yelled at his subordinates.
However, they were only of mid and late Golden Core Stage power level, how could they be a match for Mo Huasong?
With a single strike from the Little White Sword in Mo Huasong's hand, the cultivators who rushed over were chopped into halves, their blood spraying all over the place.
Master Zhiqu had never fought Mo Huasong before, he didn't expect Mo Huasong to be so formidable.
