It was only because He Binji and the others had paused that the round-faced man in purple and the square-faced man in purple caught up with them together.
The fleeing He Binji and the others were no longer in their sights.
Put plainly, He Binji and his companions were just a flock of fat sheep. The Mystic Desolation Hall was full of such sheep; letting a few slip away by accident was nothing.
What had filled the two men with burning rage, what they would remember to their dying day, was that damned green-robed thief.
The green-robed thief's repeated blows had nearly damaged the Spirit Cannon. What could be more heinous, more outrageous to gods and men?
How could that thief have known that the Spirit Cannon had come into their hands through an enormous stroke of fortune? If they handled it properly, they might even escape their bonded servitude and be enrolled as Outer Sect Disciples.
Yet that damned thief had no idea how precious the sacred artifact was, and had battered it again and again. Each crack in the cannon's spirit chamber shield felt like a crack splitting the two men's chests.
Even if the Spirit Cannon itself remained undamaged, the severe damage to its spirit chamber alone was enough to earn them harsh punishment from the Immortal Sect.
Killing or capturing Xu Yi, the chief culprit, and reducing their punishment as much as possible had become their most urgent task.
As his divine sense swept over Xu Yi, the round-faced man in purple let out a cold shout. A pure-white Spirit Cannon appeared out of thin air, so heavy that even Xu Yi could not budge it, yet it floated serenely in the air.
The round-faced man held a pure azure command token in his palm and