Only after confirming the Fear Bear was truly dead did Lü Zhong walk over and pull the Green Frost Sword from the corpse.
Looking at the filthy sword, he couldn't help but frown. He had no choice but to slap three Cleaning Talismans on it to remove the grime.
Even so, he could still smell a strange odor.
Just then, Lin Zhongze walked over, a joyful expression on his face. "Fellow Daoist Lü, we really have you to thank for this! Otherwise, who knows how we would've managed to kill this beast..."
He had only taken a single palm strike, and already his blood was churning, a sweet taste rising in his throat. He didn't dare to imagine what price he would have had to pay without Lü Zhong's final sword strike.
"It was just a lucky shot..." Lü Zhong said, waving his hand dismissively.
"Luck has nothing to do with it. Fellow Daoist Lü, you're truly modest!" Lin Zhongze said, shaking his head in disagreement.
