Luo Zheng had originally harbored some resistance toward the Blood Exchange.
But now, seeing the expressions on these people's faces, he felt he should put it into action immediately.
"Old Clan Leader, we agreed that today would be the day for the Blood Exchange. Can we begin now?" Luo Zheng asked with a faint smile on his face.
Under the interrogation of this group, Old Man Feng had also developed a headache. He had thought he would still need to persuade Luo Zheng, but he had never expected Luo Zheng's attitude to suddenly make a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn. It was quite beyond his expectations.
"Boy, have you really thought this through? I'm telling you, this Heaven Source Blood is extremely special and overbearing. If things go wrong, your blood could burst and you could die," one of the Celestial Venerables said coldly.
Another person beside him immediately chimed in. "Ordinary martial artists simply can't withstand it. I suggest you give this some more thought!"
Luo Zheng strode forward and entered the center of the hall, sweeping his gaze around the powerful figures.
Under the scrutiny of these people, a martial artist of the younger generation would probably have trouble even standing steadily. Luo Zheng, however, remained calm. He had seen more than one Celestial Venerable, and had even encountered situations where dozens of Celestial Venerables surrounded and attacked him.
Luo Zheng suddenly smiled. "My lords, do you think Luo Mou is an ordinary martial artist?"
As soon as he said this, the expressions of all seven men froze. Someone who could obtain first place in the Dreamlike Battlefield—how could he possibly be ordinary?
Old Man Feng also snorted coldly. "At a juncture like this, you're still worried about this portion of Heaven Source Blood! Your eyes can only see one step