Only the Quasi-Sages present could sense the pressure of the six Saints.
Dijun raised an eyebrow slightly, then swallowed the words that had reached his lips.
A warm smile instantly appeared on his face as he said softly.
"I'll buy a few tickets for you. We've got ten Demon Saints here, Emperor Fuxi, my second brother, and Kunpeng."
"That makes fourteen tickets altogether. Kid, for the Quasi-Sage venue tickets, the flyer says they cost one top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure or heavenly materials and earthly treasures of equivalent value, right?"
"Come on, everyone squeeze out a drop of blood essence and hand it to junior martial nephew Zhao. Then we'll head inside."
Fuxi looked sideways at Dijun in utter confusion, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.
"So after all that, Your Majesty isn't treating us?"
Dijun immediately replied as though his fur had been bristled.
"Fourteen top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures? I'd have to be insane to treat you! It's just one drop of blood essence. You can recover after going back and resting up."
"You're all mighty Quasi-Sages. This is exactly the age for donating blood. What's with the hesitation?"
As soon as he said that, the Ten Demon Saints of the Demon Court, Kunpeng, Fuxi, and Eastern Emperor Taiyi helplessly squeezed out a drop of blood essence each.
Dijun, meanwhile, secretly rejoiced and thought with a hidden smile.
The Demon Court was only established recently. Our reserves aren't exactly deep. I don't even have many top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures myself.
After the Demon Court's upper ranks had handed their blood essence to Zhao Gongming,
Zhao Gongming held the formation disk and condensed several streams of spiritual light onto the Demon Court's upper ranks. He said cheerfully.
"Please come in, seniors. Eat well, drink well, have fun. There's also the