WHOOSH~
Confirming the Jade Pendant was among them, he didn't bother checking the other items.
With a single thought, he stored them inside the Yellow Gourd. When he looked up again, Xuan Peng had also finished its battle. The Soul-devouring Tiger lay paralyzed on the ground, its flesh torn and mangled. It was barely breathing, surrounded by scattered feathers and blood.
"Go!"
Grabbing Wu Ming by the scruff of his neck, Chen Che stepped onto Xuan Peng's back.
Under his Divine Sense, several powerful auras were frantically rushing over.
Little Chick didn't forget to collect the spoils of war. It snatched up the Black Crow and the Soul-devouring Tiger, and with a great flap of its wings, it soared into the sky on a gust of wind.
"He's carrying the Patriarch!"
"This is bad, he's taking the Patriarch... Quick, stop him!"
"Let the Patriarch go!"
This place wasn't far from the Wu Family estate, and the earlier commotion had long since alerted many Cultivators.
