Chapter 817 : The Martial Arts Conference Begins

• "Heroes, I'm not lying to you. Craft beer really tastes like this," the boss protested, only to be slapped in the face, causing blood to gush from his mouth and stars to dance before his eyes.
• "What's going on? Who's causing trouble?" The bar's security guards rushed over, but they were no match for the martial artists from the Kunlun Sect.
• In the blink of an eye, Mo Shaoying's followers easily defeated the security guards.