"So, does that mean we can't come to an agreement?"
Xia Ping spread his hands, feeling that this group's attitude was far from friendly.
Come to an agreement, my ass!
Everyone looked at Xia Ping with contempt. This bastard alone got the benefits while they got jack shit—how could they possibly come to an agreement? Did he take them for fools?!
Moreover, the Creation Pill was a saint-grade medicinal pill, incomparably precious—the foundation for becoming a Saint. Who would give it up?
Even if countless people died or were wounded, they still had to obtain a Creation Pill. They would never give up.
Whoosh!
Before anyone could react, Xia Ping flashed forward and instantly seized the golden orb in his hand, casually pocketing it.
"Since we can't come to an agreement, then there's nothing to discuss. I'll be taking these Creation Pills. We'll meet again if fate allows."
Xia Ping declared brazenly. While everyone was off guard, he had struck in an instant and snatched the golden orb.
In truth, no one present had expected this brat to dare such a thing. With so many people eyeing it like tigers eyeing prey, who would dare make a move under everyone's watchful eyes? Was he tired of living?
"Meet again, my ass! You think you can just take the Creation Pills? Did you ask me first?!"
Xiang Yuandong flew into a rage. If he truly let this brat take those Creation Pills away so openly, he would never be able to show his face again. Who knew how many people would laugh at him?
In an instant, he drew the mid-grade saint artifact, the Yuanchen White Bone Sword. He knew full well how terrifying Wu Wudi was—his mana was boundless. Without using a saint artifact, he would never be able to