With the arrival of Yebo and Zhao Tianyuan,
Demon Plow and Hai Zheng, who had just been at each other's throats, exchanged a glance. They snorted coldly, their icy gazes landing on Jiang Chen.
The gazes of four powerhouses, each comparable to an expert at Emperor Realm Perfection, all fell upon Jiang Chen in unison.
Demon Plow snorted. "Boy, hand over the young dragon. My previous offer still stands!"
Hai Zheng said nonchalantly, "Little fellow, don't be afraid of him! My Sea Dragon Race isn't that interested in possessing the young dragon. Just promise to give me a few drops of the young dragon's Essence Blood in the future, and I'll help you deal with this Demon Plow!"
"Hai Zheng, are you determined to oppose me?" Demon Plow roared.
Hai Zheng said dismissively, "Is there ever a time I'm not opposing you?"
"You..."
Demon Plow's face alternated between pale and livid, his fury uncontrollable.
