In truth, Ye Mengyao did not doubt Xia Ping's words. This guy was inherently a shameless swindler, brimming with schemes and tricks. If he had truly found some way to sneak into the Dragon World without the old antiques of the Dragon World finding out, it was not something impossible to understand.
But if this was true, then this guy was truly extraordinary.
After all, countless precious treasures were born within the Dragon World, things that could not be found outside. Whenever treasures from the Dragon World appeared in the outside world, they would spark a mad scramble among innumerable Saints.
Therefore, if one mastered a method of sneaking into the Dragon World, it would be equivalent to finding an astonishing road to wealth.
It was like the Silk Road of ancient times. If one controlled that route, becoming one of the universe's wealthiest tycoons would be as easy as turning one's hand over.
Bang!
After completely sealing these eight Dragon Race Saints, Xia Ping snapped his fingers, instantly pulling them out of the illusion.
At once, they all woke up.
"What's going on? Where is this place? Wasn't I just in the middle of fighting that hateful Human Race Saint for three hundred rounds? I was about to kill him—how did I end up here?"
The Dragon Race Saints all looked somewhat dazed. In their minds, they should still have been battling Xia Ping, the fight at its fiercest.
Moreover, they had held the upper hand and were about to force that damned Human Race Saint into a dead end.
Yet just as they were about to succeed, space-time suddenly shifted, and they found themselves in a strange, unfamiliar place. This was truly abnormal.
"Damn it, no, we were hit by that bastard's illusion technique and fell into an