"Damn it! Where in the world are those two shameless rats hiding, afraid to show their faces!"
Chu Wei's eyes were bloodshot as he growled under his breath, beside himself with fury. Spiritual energy stirred restlessly around him. Like a raging lion locked in an iron cage, he paced back and forth, his eyes filled with pent-up viciousness and profound helplessness.
He had already scanned the entire gathering grounds more than a dozen times. Couples of talented men and beautiful women were as plentiful as carp crossing a river, and there were at least several dozen pairs of cultivator partners with similar cultivation levels. He had carefully probed and distinguished them with his spiritual sense.
Yet not a single pair was the two he sought. This search for a needle in the ocean had nearly driven him to the brink of a breakdown.
"That Tracking Disc has completely failed. Its spiritual fluctuations are hopelessly disordered, and it can no longer provide the slightest guidance. Now we can only crawl along like snails, searching every inch of the grounds. There's no other shortcut."
Yan Xi's brows were tightly knitted, his face full of dejection and resentment. He had thought their net stretched across heaven and earth, their victory assured, and that they would capture and kill Ying Ming Hao and Ye Hua on the spot. Instead, they had ended up trapped in this wretched predicament, unable to advance or retreat. Frustration choked his heart.
"Fortunately, there'll be a sect martial combat contest shortly. As long as those two dare to act here, their spiritual energy signatures will be exposed, and we can pinpoint them immediately. Then we'll use our secret art to slaughter them on the spot and vent our hatred!"
"Heh, forget whether that brat lives or dies for