"Blood Sacrifice!"
Xue Ji's voice rang throughout the entire Snow Demon Palace.
The blood-colored radiance grew ever denser.
Qin Shaofeng gradually realized that his vision had been drastically curtailed.
Only a few moments had passed.
Yet his field of view had already shrunk to merely a meter or so around him.
What kind of Blood Sacrifice is that Xue Ji performing?
Qin Shaofeng pondered in bewilderment for quite some time. Once he confirmed that he knew nothing about such matters, he had no choice but to return to the table where he had first taken his seat.
Sitting cross-legged, he picked up the teapot on the table again and poured himself cup after cup.
The battle from before had seemed to last a long time, but in truth, it had ended after only several dozen breaths.
Even now, the tea in his pot had yet to turn cold.
He drank mouthful after mouthful of tea.
Faint spiritual qi continuously flowed into his body, slowly circulating along his cultivation meridians and constantly repairing his wounded body.
His injuries had already recovered seventy or eighty percent.
With the aid of this tea, his injuries rapidly healed.
Who knew how much time passed.
The tea on Qin Shaofeng's table had long since been drained dry.
Even his injuries seemed to have fully recovered.
At last, the blood-colored radiance began to dissipate.
The instant everything returned to calm.
An overwhelming aura suddenly surged forth from the main hall.
After appearing for only a brief moment, the aura withdrew back into the main hall. Qin Shaofeng, who had nearly been scared into wetting himself by that aura, hurriedly turned to look in the direction of the main hall.
The moment he turned around, before he could clearly see the situation in the main hall.
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