The round-faced man in purple was also growing frantic. He simply dropped all pretense and said in a low voice, "You, Wang, what do you think you're doing? That scoundrel was killed by us brothers just now. You're not going to have the gall to swoop in and steal our prize, are you? Whatever else, you, Wang, achieved True Essence Third Turn three months ago. Among the menial workers of the various immortal sects, you're a person of some standing. Surely you're not shameless enough to do this."
He and the square-faced man in purple belonged to different work camps from the bearded middle-aged man. They had only started keeping in touch in recent months. Back then, their status had been on a par; in terms of influence, he had been slightly greater. Who could have guessed that just three months ago, the bearded middle-aged man would achieve True Essence Third Turn, putting the round-faced man in purple under sudden and immense pressure?
But he still had fight in him, and he wasn't afraid of the bearded middle-aged man.
At that moment, he cursed aloud, but inside he was wondering: with his powerful divine sense, he had searched this arrow's length of ground for a mere Sumeru Ring, yet had found nothing for ages. How strange!
The bearded middle-aged man gave a cold laugh. "Don't waste your breath on me, Wang. Whether you two admit it or not, I surpass you both in ability and cultivation. What's more, I'm leading this team, and I'm the one in charge—that was Steward Liu's express instruction. You both heard him clearly. Besides, this Spirit Cannon is an important treasure of the immortal sect. Before I left, I entrusted it to you two to look after. Who gave you permission to use it? Do