Tianming was the biggest goal of his trip.

"You dare steal the treasure from my hand? Do you have the ability?" Dongyang Fengchen smiled strangely.

Right then, Tianming sped up with his Celestial Wings and silently approached the heavenly pattern formation. Without so much as a word, he tore the formation with his dark arm, grabbed the dagger, and tossed it into his spatial ring. The entire process was seamless.

Since Dongyang Fengchen was nearby, he would be able to kill Tianming if the Hallucination Tome failed. In the face of this formidable opponent, Tianming was erring on the side of caution. As soon as he obtained the treasure, Tianming immediately fled toward the entrance where Ye Lingfeng was waiting.

"Tianming, you can't escape from me." A strange laughter echoed throughout the underground palace. Screams suddenly pierced the air. 

"Ahh!!!”

"Your Highness!”

It was the voice of Dongyang Fengchen’s three attendants. Their miserable cries sounded as if they had been stabbed.

"Argh...."

"Your High...