The young person had black hair and a black robe. A silver mask covered most of his face, but no one doubted the exquisiteness of his face under the mask. His dark eyes flowed with light, carrying a cunningness that made people go crazy. He glanced indifferently at the black dust flying in the air and clicked his tongue as he sighed, as if he was sighing at Zhi Ming's death. A powerhouse of a generation had fallen just like that. His reputation would probably not last forever.
Then, he looked at Guan Yang and the others and smiled again. For some reason, Guan Yang suddenly had a bad feeling when he saw his smile.
"Do you want to snatch my treasure pill? Dream on!"
The young person's clear voice came through the protective shield and into the stands. Just as everyone was a little confused, they saw the cauldron being taken by Beiting Huang and disappearing in an instant.
"You bastard!"
