"Boom," a loud sound erupted as the massive shield was pierced by a white light attack, creating a small hole.
Although the hole was not large, it shocked the old man tremendously.
This was a Magical Treasure, how could it have been punctured?
Even a tiny hole should have been impossible.
The person speaking also secretly marveled upon seeing the old man's shield, "Senior, what's going on here?"
"There, there is a master," the old man gasped in shock.
Though he didn't want to admit it, the fact was undeniable, and he had to accept it.
If they were to rush over now without the other's consent, it would spell big trouble.
On the other side, Mo Huasong said with a cold sneer, "This time is a warning. Next time, I will kill you. You cannot approach me without my permission."
The man quickly said, "Master Batian, there are some matters I wish to discuss privately with you, may I know if that would be convenient? If you are worried, may I come over by myself?"
