Although the long-bearded elder reacted extremely quickly and dodged the Azure Fire Thunder's direct attack in time, its searing heat still singed his hair and beard, leaving him in a sorry state.
At that moment, the effeminate young man drove his Giant Sword Magic Treasure downward, forcing the jade ruler Ancient Treasure back to its original form now that its power had greatly diminished without anyone controlling it. He then beckoned, drawing the jade ruler into his hand. After examining it with delight, he tucked it into his Storage Bag. He had secured this spoils of battle himself, and had no intention of sharing it.
The man with the scraggly beard darted over to the elder. Looking at his scorched hair, he asked:
"Senior Brother Wen, are you all right?"
"I'm fine. After her! Don't let that witch escape!" the elder said through gritted teeth. His lungs were about to burst with rage, and his eyes all but spat fire. What should have been a sure victory had ended with the witch escaping. Worse still, she had pulled a fast one on him and nearly sent him to an early grave.
With that, the elder took the lead, riding his Escape Light after the tiny speck already far in the distance. The burly man dared not delay and followed.
Meanwhile, only after putting away the jade ruler did the effeminate young man take flight and pursue the three ahead on his Escape Light.
Several hours later, anxiety crept over the Black-Robed Person's face beneath her cloak as she flew above the sea. The three men several miles behind her had refused to give up the chase. If this continued, her magic power would eventually run dry, and they would catch her. She would still be forced to fight them under