"Fellow Daoist, put away your Skill... I yield!"
Seeing how quickly the four bandit cultivators who attacked together fell, Master Hong Jue swiftly begged for mercy.
He dealt with poison all year round, and over time, his throat had been scorched.
Thus, his voice was extremely dry and unpleasant, "I am willing to offer one thousand low-grade Spirit Stones, one middle-grade profound level magic artifact... as an apology to fellow Daoist. Please spare me this once!"
"GULP."
Shen Mo silently ingested a Qi Coalescing Pill, his hand seals never ceasing.
The Big Dipper Array continued to sound resoundingly!
Seeing this, Master Hong Jue stopped trying to speak.
He collected his thoughts, continuously attempting various methods, trying to resist the might of the Sword Array.
The poisonous river flowed like a murky torrent, winding around him, resisting and consuming the sword Qi.
