"Ding! Captured the rascal, Yu Shangrong. Reward: 1,000 merit points."
At this point, there was no longer any need for Lu Zhou to rush.
Under the influence of the binding mantra, Yu Shangrong was now without his cultivation base. Where could he run?
A starved camel was larger than a horse. Lu Zhou understood why Duan Xing and the others kept their distance. After all, the person before them was the Sword Devil. He was known to challenge elite swordsmen of the world at the slightest, or no, provocation. Compared to him, the Fiend Temple disciples were nothing but small fry.
Duan Xing gulped before he cupped his hands and said, "Greetings, Senior Sword Devil!"
The others bowed and did not dare not move.
