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These cultivators were originally hesitant, but now they surged forward, making the front extremely crowded.
"Don't rush, if you keep this up, I may not be able to get in," some cultivators shouted from behind.
Mo Huasong's heart stirred when he heard this, realizing that if he didn't enter now, he would miss an opportunity.
Thus, Mo Huasong bellowed, "Make way for me, or else, I won't be polite!"
Having said that, Mo Huasong flew towards the front.
As soon as he charged outwards, his powerful energy knocked the cultivators aside, making it impossible for them to enter.
Some cultivators who were pushed away from behind cursed angrily, "Who is it? Are you looking for death?"
Mo Huasong roared back, "It's me, what do you want to do about it?"
When those cultivators turned and saw it was Mo Huasong, they were too scared to say anything more.
