"This!"
Ye Mengyao's expression turned exceedingly strange at the sight.
She knew just how terrifying these eight Dragon Race Saints were. Three were Middle Ancient Saints, two were Early Ancient Saints, and the remaining three were Saints at the peak of the Immortal Realm.
Yet such terrifying Saint-realm dragons had been captured by this bastard. Not only did he show no appreciation for them, he had even dragged them off to serve as laborers here, plowing fields everywhere.
If word of this got out, who knew how many people would be frightened senseless? This was like using a priceless jade to prop up a table—an outrageous waste of talent and treasure.
Making mighty Dragon Race Saints farm and plow fields—what kind of international joke was this?
"I heard you obtained a Dragon Wood Star Core?"
After sending off those frenzied Dragon Race Saints, Xia Ping turned to look at Ye Mengyao.
"That's right. By a stroke of luck, I found a Dragon Wood Star Core in some ruins. If you need it, I can give it to you."
Although Ye Mengyao was reluctant to part with the Dragon Wood Star Core and considered it her own fortunate opportunity, if it had not been for this bastard, she likely would not even have been able to save her life, much less obtain the Dragon Wood Star Core.
So, she felt there was nothing much to regret about giving it to Xia Ping.
"I do need this Dragon Wood Star Core. It is extremely important to me."
Xia Ping said, "However, I'm not the sort of person who takes things by force. I have treasures on me that can stand alongside the Dragon Wood Star Core. Perhaps we can make an exchange."
"A treasure that can stand alongside the Dragon Wood Star