Qin Yun naturally did not stop after severely injuring the stocky fiendcelestial and snatching his pole.
The Misty Rain Sword continued its assault on the weaponless fiendcelestial.
Although his hands were rapidly recovering, the fiendcelestial continued his retreat while using his bloody palms to summon a shield to withstand the incoming attacks of the Misty Rain Sword.
"Boom." The shield slammed into the fiendcelestial's body after receiving a blow. It left him stumbling backwards in midair.
"Sword Immortal, Sword Immortal!"
The stocky fiendcelestial immediately sent a voice transmission and smiled obsequiously. "I don't know you, nor did I snatch any of your treasures. All I took were a few natural treasures. That doesn't deserve your relentless pursuit, right? Is there some misunderstanding between us?"
