"What do you want to do? Show me whatever you’ve got, I, Pang Hong, am not afraid." After Pang Hong heard that Mo Wuji wanted to force him to stay, his aura instantly exploded outwards. As he cooled down a moment later, he suspected whether Mo Wuji was really the sect head of the number one sect. Somehow Mo Wuji’s cultivation level didn’t seem to surpass Immortal King Stage. How could a mere ant, that wasn’t even an Immortal King, try to make him stay behind?
At this point his strength had declined significantly, hence Mo Wuji’s battle prowess was not something to look down on regardless of his actual cultivation level. Add Wei Zidao’s strength into the picture, and Pang Hong would not dare to carry on.
What infuriated him the most was that he didn’t choose to fight his way out of this because Mo Wuji had kept him here. Although he, Pang Hong, was like a dragon trapped in sand, he hasn’t dropped to the level that could be threatened by an ant.
