Pang Yuanzhen's wrath erupted in a voice like a thunderbolt, spreading millions of miles, making the earth tremble.
The Saint of Thieves offered not a single response, simply vanishing into silence, as if he had never appeared.
Pang Yuanzhen was so angry that he felt he might explode, but no matter how furious he became, he was utterly unable to sense the Saint of Thieves' location.
The strength of the Saint of Thieves was relatively weaker, but his body technique and hiding skills were extremely powerful; otherwise, he would have been easily caught long ago. That would have made him a poor excuse for a Saint of Thieves, annihilated by others' hands.
Sidao Wang's face was as still as water, his gaze sweeping over the last place Zhen Liuxue had been before stopping. He extended his hand into midair, and a mist of blood rose, eventually gathering into beads of blood, which finally turned into a pool of blood.
