"What?" As the two pavilion masters charged forward, they suddenly noticed something wrong with the phantom images ahead.
Only when they came to their senses did they hear a triumphant laugh from behind them. "You fell for it! This old man really is leaving this time."
The two spun around, only to see that the Saint Thief's true body was still in its original spot. Those phantom images had fooled them both in a moment of inattention.
The Saint Thief pushed off hard and shot toward the hole in the roof.
The two pavilion masters swiftly followed, but they were clearly a beat too slow.
Their strength was roughly equal. With the Saint Thief a step ahead, catching him would be difficult.
"He got away!" Xiao Qing said, delight appearing on her face.
The tension on Huang Xiao's face eased a little as well. Most of his attention had been on the battle between the Saint Thief and the other two. Although he had also seen the struggle for the Phoenix Feather and knew it had ultimately fallen into Linghu Xiang's hands, that was not what concerned him. He had never entertained the thought of obtaining the Phoenix Feather.
He was merely somewhat interested in, and puzzled by, this Saint Thief who had disguised himself as Chen Biao.
Deep down, he felt the same as Xiao Qing and hoped the man could escape, because a vague suspicion had formed in his mind, though he could not be certain.
"If there are no experts like these two pavilion masters outside the Rare Treasures Pavilion, the Saint Thief should be able to escape again this time," Uncle-Master Pei said mildly.
"Martial Uncle, the Rare Treasures Pavilion must have made preparations outside, such as formations or other experts. The Saint Thief has left