"Even the boss couldn't withstand a single attack from Mo Batian," the pointy-faced ones screamed in fear before they crawled up from the ground, thinking about fleeing backward.
Jia Shi and the others were also stunned. Who would have thought Mo Batian could be that powerful?
How is that possible? That's the strength of someone at the Late Golden Core Stage. How could Mo Batian accomplish that?
Mo Huasong walked towards the pointy-faced ones: "Speak, who exactly wants to deal with me? If you don't tell me, then don't blame me for not being polite."
"Mo Batian, you can't kill us; it's against the academy's rules," the pointy-faced one called out in fear. "We won't tell, and you can't do anything to us."
"Is that so? Well then, let's see how long you can endure," said Mo Huasong and began to make a move on the pointy-faced ones.
With punch after punch landing, the pointy-faced ones kept screaming in agony.
