Facing the situation before him, Xuanji acted without hesitation. His Primordial Avatar emerged from his body, and the Ancient Wild World Power bolstered him, forcibly raising him to the Heavenly Immortal realm.
The powerful experts were still stunned by the Blood Transformation Divine Blade and had not noticed Xuanji. He moved far too quickly; in the blink of an eye, he was among them. His magic power transformed into a giant hand and seized the treasures, starting with the Nether Water-Controlling Flag. It was even more precious than the Blood Transformation Divine Blade!
During the earlier battle, the Nether Water-Controlling Flag's bond with Mang Jun had been worn down to its limits. Now, as Xuanji's giant hand surged with magic power, he smoothly erased Mang Jun's spiritual imprint. At the same time, the Primordial Avatar snatched the Blood Transformation Divine Blade in a flash and even took the Wind-Cloud Spear along the way. It had all happened so quickly that by the time Mang Jun and the others came to their senses, Xuanji had already recalled his Primordial Avatar and fled into the distance.
"Thief, how dare you!" Mang Jun roared in a fit of rage, then spat out a mouthful of blood. His eyes seemed to spit fire. His losses this time were enormous: not only had all his hard-won gains been snatched away in an instant, but he had even lost the Nether Water-Controlling Flag.
Ignoring his grievously wounded body, Mang Jun chased after Xuanji. But his injuries were far too severe. How could he possibly catch up?
In just a few blinks, Xuanji disappeared from sight. Mang Jun's face fell ashen, and the powerful experts exchanged bitter smiles. None of them had expected that, after fighting over the spoils, they would end up lining Xuanji's pockets. They