Betting on the dignity of a half-immortal
"Brat, don't run!"
The group of people gritted their teeth and gave chase.
However, the guy in front of them was too fast. In the blink of an eye, he had widened the distance between them. They could only watch as the guy ran through the entrance and disappeared.
They stopped.
Once that kid went out, he would definitely escape without a trace. They would definitely not be able to catch up.
"This damn brat ..."
They cursed in anger, their faces ashen.
The sect Masters were so angry that they were trembling. Even Beimen Yi's face was gloomy.
The treasure that should have been in their hands had flown away and been intercepted by someone else. Anyone would be mad with anger.
Moreover, it was a ten-thousand-year-old green Lotus, a peerless divine item! This loss was too great!