Bang! Boom—
The two dragons' massive bodies crashed heavily onto the ground, pinned fast beneath the dharma net, unable to move an inch.
Seeing this, the cultivator surnamed Qin finally swept away the unease in his heart.
Previously, he had worried that the four of them were too strong, that he and the Old Devil might not be able to handle them. But now that he had seen how formidable this Demonic Dao spirit treasure was, his heart settled completely.
Long Heng and Long Che had now utterly lost any ability to fight back. With himself and the Old Devil joining forces, the remaining two righteous cultivators presumably would not be able to jump around for much longer.
With that thought, he turned to the gray-robed elder. "Fellow Daoist Luo, after this matter is settled, I ask that you introduce me on my behalf. If I can meet the Young Master, I, Qin Mou, will certainly present another generous gift."
"Hehehe, Fellow Daoist Qin need not worry. You have brought me such excellent refining materials this time, so naturally, this old man will keep his promise."
As the gray-robed elder spoke, he kept staring at the two ice-blue dragon bodies trapped within the net. His eyes gleamed continuously, as though he were looking at two exquisite delicacies. He could hardly wait to extract their souls and refine their spirits.
But there were still two minor nuisances to deal with, so he could only suppress that thought for the moment.
"Eighteen Sons of Yin-Yang, heed my command. Slaughter the remaining two. That girl's dragon body is too mixed-blooded to serve as main material. It does not matter if she dies."
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
At his command, the eighteen cultivators wreathed in demonic shadows moved as one, charging toward Murong Qiuhan and