Zhao Yun smiled modestly and said, "Your Majesty flatters me."
As he spoke, he nodded to Qi Xie, acknowledging that anyone who could follow behind Qin Jun was worth his attention.
Having just come out of battle, his breath was still not fully restrained, which made Qi Xie inwardly click his tongue in amazement. Where did this genius come from? He was even sharper than Jin Wuhui.
"Take care of them."
Qin Jun casually glanced at the two terrified cultivators and said, clearly they had no intention of escaping when they had the chance; their thieving hearts were insatiable.
Zhao Yun nodded, then with spear in hand, he flew towards them.
At that moment, the ground suddenly began to shake violently, causing Qin Jun and the two others to turn their heads. On the horizon, a dark line appeared, resembling a massive torrent rushing towards them.
"Give that thing back to me now!"
One of the cultivators urgently shouted at Zhao Yun, the tone filled with haste and fury.
