"Wu Luo, didn't you say let them fight each other first so we could reap the benefits? What now? Not only did we fail to snatch the Kunlun Mirror, but we also let those two escape unscathed." The black-robed youth angrily threw down the horse-faced man and scolded.
They had previously seen Che Qingtian and another causing trouble, and they even wanted to use them against Shen Luo, waiting for them to wear each other down before making a move themselves.
Upon hearing this, Wu Luo's expression turned icy. He glanced at the black-robed youth but didn't offer any explanation.
"Aren't you the same, claiming to be unmatched in speed and declaring that the Kunlun Mirror would be easily captured? What now?" The horse-faced man, half-lying on the ground, retorted angrily.
"You dare to speak? You're nothing but trash. If it weren't for me, you'd be just like that unlucky fellow just now; where would you be now if not for that, blaming me here?" The black-robed youth sneered and said.
