By then, she could do whatever she wanted.
"Mo Batian, you will kneel under my pomegranate dress." Lin Meiling grew happier the more she thought about it.
More and more Mysterious Palace disciples hurried over, but Mo Huasong didn't care; he still stood there waiting.
"Come on, let them all come. It'll be easier to settle the scores all at once, so I won't have to look for them myself," Mo Huasong thought to himself.
The Mysterious Palace experts ran over and glared at Mo Huasong, "Release our Palace Master at once, or we won't be polite to you."
"Seeking death," Mo Huasong snorted, pushing his hands forward, and two powerful gusts of wind burst forth toward them.
The Mysterious Palace disciples were no match for Mo Huasong. When the assault hit them, dozens were sent flying at once, some dead, some injured, leaving chaos in their wake.
"Ah, that man is too strong." The Mysterious Palace disciples didn't dare to approach any further.
