Chen Fan would never show mercy to someone like this. His sharp sword thrust forward at the speed of a gale.
In his haste, the young man frantically raised the short flute before him!
Clang!
Amid a crisp, ear-splitting tremor, the young man was blasted dozens of meters away. As he flew backward, he spat out a stream of blood, yet he paid it no heed. Instead, borrowing the force of the impact, he fled wildly to the rear.
Chen Fan was slightly taken aback. This young man had deliberately restrained his True Essence Power rather than counterattacking, willing to risk grave injury in order to use the force of that sword strike to escape.
But he had forgotten one thing: to Chen Fan, such a distance was utterly meaningless.
With the Nine Palaces Footwork and Formless Step combined, Chen Fan's speed was nearly like being within the Eight Trigrams Sword Formation. His Yu Step moved like the wind, and he caught up in an instant.
"Fellow Daoist, if you want the Divine Flower Jade Dew, I'll give it to you." As the young man fled madly, he opened his storage pouch and flung the dozen or so bottles of jade dew inside in the opposite direction, hoping to draw Chen Fan away.
"Leave it to me!" the Green-feathered Bird cried. The jade pendant immediately glimmered faintly, and its spirit body manifested in an instant, darting toward the dozen jade bottles.
Chen Fan gave a slight nod, stepped through the air once more, and continued his pursuit.
The young man had not expected Chen Fan to send the Artifact Spirit to collect the jade dew, and panic surfaced on his face once again.
"Fellow Daoist, what exactly do you want? It's merely a Heavenly Court spirit body—why must you pursue