Old Xiu's eyes flashed with strange brilliance before he melted into the crowd. He was a military formation master... Though he was no weakling in martial arts, his severe injuries had yet to heal. All action could only be left to Old He.
Inside a private room of the Eastern Tyrant Store, Duanmu Chun gritted his teeth and said, "That damned little bastard from the Eastern Plains actually dared deceive me! It was clearly the Tyrant Soul Fragment Map, yet he called it a Qianyuan fragment map and swindled my reward from me."
At this moment, Duanmu Chun felt as though he were about to go mad with rage. Sikong Jing had openly tricked him, a Supreme Tyrant Judgment Master.
Yet in the next instant, his mind suddenly cleared, and he froze.
Duanmu Chun's expression shifted wildly. Then he abruptly rose to his feet and roared, "No, our spirit platforms were silently attacked just now. That earlier evolution... Quickly, bring the Soul-Returning Mirror!"
Someone soon handed over the Soul-Returning Mirror, and the scene of Old Xiu evolving the Black Jade Master Fragment Map reappeared.
Yet what the Soul-Returning Mirror displayed was entirely different from what they had just seen. The Tyrant Soul Fragment Map evolution they had witnessed was completely fake, solely because they had fallen into Old Xiu's illusion.
What appeared within the Soul-Returning Mirror was Old Xiu's utterly chaotic and nonsensical technique.
Bang...
Duanmu Chun slammed the table into powder, then said in a low voice, "Sikong Jing didn't deceive me. Those two old bastards fooled us just now. We all fell into his illusion."
"Damn it, damn it... Quickly, everyone follow me and pursue them."
Yet by the time they chased out, how could they still find Old Xiu and Old He?
"What exactly are they after?"