Black-grade Great Destroyer Sword, New Reward (2)

If he were in Yao Qing's shoes, he would have died as well.

It was true that Yao Qing was a battle maniac, but he wasn't a fool. Facing an opponent he couldn't defeat would be seeking death.

"Since you didn't kill anyone just now, I'll give you another chance. Get lost!"

The Great Destroyer Sword had already returned to its sheath. Zhou Shu placed his hands behind his back and looked at Yao Qing.

Yao Qing's eyebrows twitched.

He glanced at the Great Destroyer Sword on Zhou Shu's back and suppressed the anger in his heart.

It was easy to say something harsh, but if he couldn't beat the other party, he would only humiliate himself. He might even lose his life.

Gritting his teeth, he walked toward the camp.

"My Heavenly Halberd!" Mei Wushang found the strength to shout while lying on the ground.

Yao Qing halted, his chest tightening.

Without hesitation, he threw the Heavenly Halberd in his hand.