Xu Yi had Lin Ming pass down the word: whoever turned in the most treasures would receive an extra reward, while the few who turned in the least would face an unpredictable punishment.
At that moment, Qin Kong, Zhang Ji, and the others were fighting tooth and nail in small groups. Xu Yi had released his full spiritual perception and had a clear grasp of the situation. Their results were impressive, and he was greatly pleased.
Of course, he was no slouch himself. Relying on his astonishing defensive ability, he didn't bother dodging spiritual attacks. He'd joined the scramble five times and succeeded twice—a very respectable rate.
Suddenly, a golden light flashed, illuminating the entire hall.
"Purple Firmament Lard Jade! Heaven, it really exists! It really is Purple Firmament Lard Jade!"
"A divine treasure! A divine treasure!"
"..."
Several shouts rang out, and in almost the same instant, spiritual power surged toward the spot from every direction. A long, finger-sized object, golden all over and trembling like chilled meat jelly, was swept this way and that.
Roar!
Roar!
Dozens of figures rushed toward it. Xu Yi's vision had already been dazzled by the flashing light, and he charged over without a second thought.
Suddenly, a streak of black light flashed across the air. Under everyone's watchful eyes, the Purple Firmament Lard Jade vanished, and the entire hall erupted.
Xu Yi was startled, too. His perception was so keen that even what his eyes couldn't see could not escape it. What shocked him was the thief's exquisite method of stealing the Purple Firmament Lard Jade.
At that moment, everyone was flying toward the treasure, but Xu Yi clearly sensed a point collapse near it. The instant that point appeared, the Purple Firmament Lard Jade disappeared.
He simply couldn't understand such a