When he entered the thatched hut, Ye Hong could not wait to rush to the table. He slowly moved it aside, lifted the floor tile, and found nothing beneath it. At that moment, both Ye Hong and the old man within the ring fell silent.
"Elder Hong... this..."
Ye Hong's face was full of disbelief. His greatest fortuitous opportunity was gone—someone had stolen it from under his nose.
"Alas..."
Elder Hong let out a heavy sigh.
Ye Hong's expression hardened. He gripped the Long Sword strapped to his back, and a trace of killing intent flashed through his eyes.
He had once been incomparably naive, but after ten years of struggling and scraping through life, he had wholly adapted to the laws of this world.
"Elder Hong, I have already memorized that fellow's face. He dared not accept my challenge. There are only two possibilities: either he is weaker than me, or he was too excited and had obtained the greatest fortuitous opportunity, leaving him with no time to bother with me."
"So, Elder Hong, I want to give it a try."
After Ye Hong spoke, Elder Hong within the ring was silent for a long while before finally saying, "Go. If necessary, I will lend you a hand."
"Alright."
Ye Hong nodded, then walked out of the thatched hut and pursued Ye Buqu in the direction he had left. He wanted to kill him and seize his treasure. The Ten Thousand Dao Sacred Art was far too important to him.
He would not allow such a cultivation art to vanish before his very eyes.
Meanwhile, Ye Hong, having obtained the Ten Thousand Dao Sacred Art, was exceptionally exhilarated. He tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart as he made his way step by step toward Unrivaled