"I'll be there!"
Faced with Yuan Yinying's threat, Ye Zhen answered with those four words, neither servile nor overbearing. Yuan Yinying knew that his threats could not frighten a bold-as-brass fellow like Ye Zhen.
With a cold snort, Yuan Yinying dragged the Five-Clawed Silver Dragon, which was nearly unconscious from excessive blood loss, and flew away into the distance.
"Chief Steward Yi, today's battle was thanks to your efforts. This is a small token of my appreciation, please do not refuse it."
The moment Ye Zhen's voice rang out, ten specially made barrels, each containing a hundred jin of Five-Clawed Silver Dragon essence blood, flew from his hand toward Mountain God Yi Xun.
Mountain God Yi Xun considered it for a moment, then nodded. "This is merely my duty. But since you insist, this old man will accept them."
Ye Zhen looked toward the starlit sky and cupped his hands in salute. "For upholding and overseeing today's three-move agreement, this junior thanks the six seniors. This small token of appreciation, I hope the six seniors will accept it with a smile!"
With a wave of his hand, sixty large barrels filled with Five-Clawed Silver Dragon essence blood flew into the void.
"Hahahaha, you're a thoughtful lad. Then we old fellows will accept them."
The instant the voices sounded, streams of light flashed through the void, and the sixty barrels of Five-Clawed True Dragon essence blood vanished in an instant.
Truthfully, while Ye Zhen had been continuously collecting the Five-Clawed Silver Dragon's essence blood earlier, these six had all been drooling over it.
Even they were short on Five-Clawed Silver Dragon essence blood—desperately short.
Forget several thousand or ten thousand jin; they would have been satisfied with even ten or a hundred jin.
They had never expected Ye Zhen to be