While Xu Yi was speaking, Guo Rui had already told them how Xu Yi had used the coins he'd looted to buy himself a sect leader's position.
Guo Xiang's heart clenched. It practically hurt his liver. He'd gone to all this trouble, and it had cost him dearly.
If Xu Yi hadn't abducted Guo Rui and made the Hundred Kings Sect lose face, leaving Eldest Brother humiliated, he wouldn't have come out here to stir up trouble.
He'd thought he could squeeze a little profit out of Xu Yi. Who knew that before the fight had even begun, he'd be hit with such disastrous news?
Guo Rui knew his father's temper. Seeing the corner of his eye twitch, he feared the old man might back out, so he sent a voice transmission. "This man has a Mystical Treasure. If we get it, it'll be a heaven-sent opportunity."
Guo Xiang was about to respond when Xu Yi blurred away, Qingyun Shoes beneath his feet, drifting off like a stream of clouds. "Old Guo, think it over. Come find me at Kongxu Sect's mountain gate. I'll take my leave."
Guo Rui was terrified. If Xu Yi escaped, he feared he'd never get his Corpse Pill back for the rest of his life.
Before he could say anything, Guo Xiang called out, "Now that we've met, how can you leave without letting us get a little closer?"
He waved his great hand, and the crowd formed a battle formation. A mass of black light streaked across the sky, rapidly closing in on Xu Yi.
Xu Yi used the lay of the land—mountain mists and rivers—as well as his advantage in agility, to evade the black light's charge several times.
Suddenly, Guo Rui spotted a strangely shaped yet familiar mountain peak. He jolted awake.