It turned out that a woman with a black face was brandishing a longsword, battling against dozens of cultivators.
Her body was all bloodied, it seemed she was losing against her opponents.
Mo Huasong found the woman somewhat familiar, but felt as if he had never seen her before.
However, when Mo Huasong noticed the longsword in her hand, his eyes lit up. "Stop it at once," he called out.
Having said that, Mo Huasong flew over, raising his right hand to release a powerful energy in their direction.
"Smack, smack, smack." The besieging cultivators fell back, stumbling over a dozen steps before managing to steady themselves.
One man who was infuriated by this counter-attack, looked over only to have his expression change dramatically.
"You, you're Master Batian?" he asked.
Mo Huasong nodded. "Indeed, I am Mo Batian. Why are you attacking her?"
"Brother, are you okay?" The woman cried out with joy when she saw Mo Huasong.
