Meanwhile, Elder Mo and the others watched from a distance with keen interest.
"Little Mo..." Elder Wang turned to Elder Mo with a smile. "Yurou probably isn't a match for Shasha, is she? Aren't you going to stop them?"
"You old bastard... don't call me 'Little Mo'..." Elder Mo exploded, looking ready to charge over and strangle him.
"Yufen... look at him... we made a bet earlier, remember?" Elder Wang immediately seized the chance to complain to Elder Wu, putting on an aggrieved expression.
Elder Wu rolled her eyes helplessly at him, then turned to Elder Mo. "Mind your attitude..."
"Oh..." Elder Mo could only suppress his anger and force a smile uglier than a grimace. "Senior Brother, is this better?"
As he spoke, he kept winking at Elder Wang.
"Urgh..." Seeing a wrinkled old man making eyes at him nearly made Elder Wang throw up. He hurriedly waved his hands. "Turn around. Don't let me see your face..."
"Hmph." Elder Mo secretly gloated. I might not be able to beat you, but I can still disgust you to death!
"I'm aware of that..." Elder Wu had to explain. "Judging by how confident Yurou looks, she should have a way to handle it."
She paused, then continued, "Besides, if Li Yichen could sell us a hundred Ability Pearls, wouldn't he have prepared the best ones for them?"
"Ah... Junior Sister Yufen, you took the words right out of my mouth." Elder Wang immediately clapped his hands and laughed. "That's exactly what I was thinking."
"Urgh... bootlicker."
Meanwhile, Mo Yurou and Miao Shasha stood facing each other a hundred meters apart. Everyone else had moved far away to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.
Just then, a gust of wind blew past, making Mo Yurou squint involuntarily.
"Take this!" Miao Shasha