This blood garment is enough to make the three Saint Lords' avatars erupt in fury.
And the scene of the three Saint Lords' avatars choosing to pursue alone out of anger was enough to make the cold curved blade tremble with joy.
But behind the joy, there was also an imperceptible trace of worry—
"Three Saint Lords' avatars, will he hold on?"
However, this faint worry didn't even have the qualification to surface in the curved blade's heart.
Seeing the curved blade radiating with joy, the stunning beauty glanced with disdain, then looked at Xie Tian's back.
"You probably didn't expect that this time those chasing you are three Saint Lords' avatars, too naive..."
Xie Tian's back no longer appeared desolate.
This was an escape he had never experienced before.
He couldn't fully conceal his aura.
He couldn't erase traces.
He couldn't set up a maze.
Nor did he have the qualification to exchange even a single move with those pursuing him.
