"Boy, I will remember the hatred of today's sword snatching!"
The old man retreated again and again, looked at the Cleansing Evil Sword, then looked at Shi Xiaole as if to carve his image into his brain; a venomous smile appeared on his aged face, then he flew away without turning his head.
His injuries only seemed severe, after all, Shi Xiaole was not yet capable of inflicting serious harm on him, but there was no benefit in staying. The old man decided that he would settle the score when the Netherworld Boat appears. Then he would see how the other party cries!
"Nonsense."
Shi Xiaole shook his head.
From beginning to end, it was the other party who started the fight for the sword, yet somehow it became his fault. But it didn't matter. If the other party doesn't hold a grudge, that's fine, but if he provokes him again in the future, Shi Xiaole wouldn't mind teaching him an unforgettable lesson.
"Let's go!"
"Run!"
