"I've changed my mind. Let's see which of you has better luck. You'd better try hard-don't let the Rare Treasures Pavilion snatch it! Hahaha! Come on, then. I'm staking everything! If you want my life, come and take it!" As the Saint Thief laughed, his expression grew exceptionally grave.
After all, he was facing two pavilion masters, both in the Martial Realm. Fighting two against one put him at a severe disadvantage.
Meanwhile, when the Saint Thief hurled the Phoenix Feather toward the crowd, everyone went wild. This was the final, crowning treasure, and now it was flying straight toward them.
They swarmed forward, all wanting to seize the Phoenix Feather.
"Get out of my way!" One man suddenly struck the person ahead of him with his palm. The man in front took the heavy blow and immediately screamed.
That sent everyone into something of a frenzy. Whether to protect themselves or to snatch the Phoenix Feather, they all began attacking.
"Who dares? This belongs to the Sword Pavilion! Anyone who dares seize it makes an enemy of the Sword Pavilion!" Yang Hengchang shouted, his face livid.
At any other time, these people would naturally have stopped fighting over it. But now they were caught in chaos and had already gone mad. Who cared who he was?
Besides, there were so many people here that the law could not punish them all. They could fish in troubled waters, and when the Sword Pavilion wanted to settle accounts afterward, it probably would not even know whom to look for. That made them all the more reckless.
"You're courting death!" Seeing the situation spin out of control, Yang Hengchang roared and charged into the crowd. He had to get the Phoenix Feather.
"Linghu Xiang! Hao Jinghai!" As the elder brother, Yang Hengchang,