Hearing his companion's voice transmission, Xue Yue's gaze turned cold. He extended a hand, and a slit had already appeared on his middle finger. "A few drops of Xue's blood essence are nothing. Fellow Daoist, catch them."
Five drops of blood essence shot out as soon as he finished speaking, flying toward Qin Fengming.
"Hahaha, many thanks for bestowing your blood, Fellow Daoist Xue. If you ever want to have another wagered fight with this humble one, I'll be at your service anytime." Qin Fengming raised a hand, and the five drops of blood entered the token in his palm. A flash of red light passed, and they were swept inside by a surge of black radiance that emerged from the token.
"Hmm, now, the rest of you should honor your promises too, shouldn't you? The two of you, five drops of blood essence and five hundred thousand Yin stones each. As for everyone else who wagered with this humble one, three drops and two hundred thousand Yin stones each. I trust none of you will go back on your word?"
Qin Fengming swept his gaze over everyone present with a smile. He paid no attention whatsoever to Xue Yue's icy stare, instead looking toward the other cultivators as he spoke calmly.
Seeing that the old man Ximen and the Xue family disciples had obediently handed over their blood essence and Yin stones, the others, no matter how unwilling they were, absolutely did not dare oppose Qin Fengming at that moment.
The two men wore gloomy expressions as they stepped forward and each handed over five drops of blood essence and five hundred thousand Yin stones.
When the others present saw matters had reached this point, how could they offer the slightest resistance? One after another, they handed over their