Although Yang Chen and Zhang Xuelian were fast, the people of the Supreme God Sect were not so useless that their treasures could be snatched away without even seeing who had taken them.
"It's Yang Chen."
"Yang Chen of the Spirit Realm."
All the Dao Venerables of the Supreme God Sect could no longer sit still.
Long Jueyu in particular let out a furious roar. "Yang Chen, you dare steal the Supreme God Sect's things? I want you dead! Kill him! Kill him!"
How could the others from the Supreme God Sect remain seated? Seeing Yang Chen seize the treasures and flee, they nearly went mad as they charged straight after him.
The Supreme God Sect's group surged forward in a vast, mighty tide, their eyes utterly bloodshot.
The White Jade King Sword and the Nine Heavens Wind Thunder Iron—each was a treasure capable of driving people mad. They had been on the verge of obtaining them. How many people had they lost? What price had they paid? All for these treasures, was it not?
And what was the result?
Just like that, they were gone, snatched away by Yang Chen in the blink of an eye.
"Yang Chen, I want you dead!" Jiang Guangzheng was already burning with fury as he took the lead.
Yang Chen was not surprised to see the Supreme God Sect's people going so mad. He had long prepared himself for stirring up a hornet's nest. This scene was entirely within his expectations.
However, one thing did catch him by surprise.
"Peng Wanli is coming again," Zhang Xuelian said.
"Oh? He's coming again?"
Delight appeared on Yang Chen's face.
His timing was perfect.
Just as Zhang Xuelian had said, Yang Chen spread out his soul sense and quickly caught Peng Wanli's location.
"Hmph, Yang Chen,