The spell that had never failed before was completely ineffective today.
At this moment, the Daoist of the Water Technique suddenly realized that he had encountered his nemesis!
Cold sweat poured out uncontrollably, and the Daoist's desire to survive was exceptionally strong.
"I know you are an agent of the Demon Hunting Bureau. I admit my skills are insufficient and concede defeat. I only beg you to spare me once!"
Xu Qing was unmoved. He held his long sword, formed the Sinan Sword Technique with his hand, and struck.
"Clang—"
The sound of metal clashing erupted, and the Daoist of the Water Technique desperately drew the Money Magic Sword to block the strike.
The terrifying force struck, and the Money Magic Sword scattered like a string of beads. The Daoist of the Water Technique dodged clumsily.
"If you kill me, even if I die, I will turn into a wicked ghost to obstruct your path!"
Facing the Daoist's curse, Xu Qing was indifferent.
