Everyone in Wushan City knew that the Cold Moon Sect was Wu Quanhai's lapdog, but what could they do now?
As the disciples were gripped with fear, Cold Sword shouted loudly, "What are you afraid of? Wu Quanhai is finished, we'll just switch our allegiance to Mo Batian. I refuse to believe that he wouldn't want us as his dogs. Can he really hold up Wushan City all by himself?"
Hearing Cold Sword say this, the disciples were no longer afraid.
As long as they put in the effort and shamelessly switched sides, they would certainly be fine.
However, to their surprise, just as they were celebrating, Old Bull and his men stormed in.
Cold Sword saw a large group of people charging toward them and couldn't help but be secretly alarmed.
"What's going on? Why are they attacking us? Could they be Mo Batian's men?" Cold Sword was scared. But then he realized it was Old Bull, not Mo Batian.
"Old Bull, is that you? Weren't you dead?" Cold Sword asked, astonished.
