Heng Yuan looked scornfully at the few despairing people and sneered, "A precious item such as this Purple Nine Neonate Flood Dragon is not something that people like you can enjoy. The Sect Leader of the Constellation Sect, Lord Constellation, will celebrate his 200th birthday in a month, and Lord Xu is worried that he cannot find anything good as a gift. Now, the demon core of this purple flood dragon is just nice to give to the old senior and let him nourish his body."
Ma Wendi's face was grave as he said angrily, "If you want the purple flood dragon, take it! Why do you still want to kill us?!"
Heng Yuan's face flashed with a hint of killing intent, and he said in a cold voice, "It is to avoid trouble. You all are Martial Grandmasters, and you are considered famous figures in Qinghai. Lord Xu Feng doesn't want any trouble."
