The Saint Thief's words brought Liao Dunqi somewhat back to his senses. Now he could only wait for the experts outside to enter before there was any chance of capturing the Saint Thief.
The Saint Thief's offer to give everyone something good left everyone present utterly bewildered. Of course, their hearts were also brimming with anticipation.
"Putting on a mysterious act!" Yang Hengchang said coldly.
But barely had his words fallen when shock and anger appeared in his eyes.
"Stop!" Liao Dunqi also shouted.
But how could the Saint Thief possibly listen to them? He brought his right hand, which held the Phoenix Feather, before his chest and clenched it tightly.
"How could I keep such a fine treasure all to myself? I'll grant your wish and let you experience what the aura of a phoenix is." As the Saint Thief finished speaking, a faint crack came from his clenched fist.
At that sound, everyone's heart gave a violent jolt. A scorching aura immediately rose from the Saint Thief-or, more precisely, burst from his fist.
The Saint Thief opened his right hand. The Phoenix Feather on his palm was an even more brilliant red than before, its flames like streams of crimson light, all the more dazzling.
A terrifying aura that could burn everything appeared within the Rare Treasures Tower, leaving everyone stunned.
The instigator of all this was naturally the Saint Thief. He had undone the formation seal on the Phoenix Feather, revealing its true aura.
Wild delight soon appeared on the faces of those present. The vast majority had come without any thought of obtaining the Phoenix Feather, because only the few most powerful factions were qualified to compete for it.
That was indeed how things had gone. In the end, only the Sword Pavilion, the God-Burying Hall,