"Just as expected, there's a four-legged reptile here."
A Middle Ancient Qilin burst into laughter.
"Looks like our luck really is excellent. Not only can we obtain a spacetime flower, we've also come across a lone dragon. There's simply nothing better than this."
"When I first saw it, it gave me quite a fright. I thought we were so unlucky that we'd run into an ancient giant dragon, but who would've thought it was merely a Near Ancient dragon? Heaven is helping us."
"Isn't that so? A mere Near Ancient dragon is bottom-of-the-barrel in the Cosmic Light World. With strength like that, it still dares to travel alone? It really isn't afraid of death."
The Qilin sensed Xia Ping's strength and all began laughing in delight.
After all, they had thirteen Saints in total—six Middle Ancient Saints and seven at the peak of the Near Ancient realm. They could probably beat this brat until he pissed himself with their eyes closed, without the slightest effort.
Faced with such a weak chicken, one could well imagine their excitement and smug satisfaction.
"Four-legged reptile, roll over here at once."
A Middle Ancient Qilin shouted arrogantly, chin raised high. "If you're even one step late, I'll break your legs. With no real strength to speak of, you still dare to wander alone? You must have swallowed a bear's heart and leopard's gall.
"Running into us today counts as your bad luck. Though there's no grudge between us, who told you to be a dragon? If I don't mess with you today, then who should I mess with?"
It was brimming with complacency, utterly certain it had Xia Ping in its grasp. It wanted to vent on Xia Ping the anger it had long accumulated from being bullied by the Dragon Race.
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