"Wu Luo, didn't you say we should let them fight first and reap the benefits afterward? What happened now? Not only did we fail to seize the Kunlun Mirror, we even let those two escape unscathed." The black-robed youth flung the horse-faced man aside and rebuked him in Rage.
When they had seen Che Qingtian and the other man disrupt the situation earlier, they had actually intended to use the two against Shen Luo, waiting until both sides had exhausted one another before making their own move.
Wu Luo's expression turned cold at those words. He glanced at the black-robed youth but offered no explanation.
"Aren't you the same? Didn't you claim that no one could match your speed, that the Kunlun Mirror would be yours for the taking? And what was the result?" The horse-faced man, half reclined on the ground, was also filled with Rage as he rebuked him.
"You still have the nerve to speak? Useless trash. If I hadn't acted, you'd be just like that unlucky fool from before. How would you still be alive to criticize me here?" the black-robed youth said with a cold laugh.
The horse-faced man was about to argue when Wu Luo suddenly shouted in Rage, "Shut up, both of you. Stop fighting. At this point, nothing we say will matter anymore. There is only one path before us: force our way through..."
Upon hearing this, the horse-faced man and the black-robed youth both calmed down.
The two followed Wu Luo deeper into the altar.
After taking two steps, Wu Luo suddenly stopped and turned to look at Che Qingtian, who was still standing where he was.
"Fellow Daoist Che, there is no direct conflict between us. Why don't we join forces from here on? If we encounter Shen Luo and