Su Jiu was not entirely without after-sales service.
It was precisely the moment the buyers stepped out of the Eastsea City Auction House that he quietly lifted the spatial power enveloping the vessel containing the divine blood.
That power had originally been used to conceal its aura. The instant it was withdrawn, the rich, mellow immortal spirit energy and the sharp stench of blood surged madly through the gaps, instantly spreading everywhere.
Of course, not everyone was affected.
Yun Ming, Zang Xin, Guan Yue, and the others were Limit Douluo quasi-gods, surrounded by a host of top-tier powerhouses, so they felt nothing;
In contrast, Long Yeyue, the matriarch of the Sea God Family, might have possessed half-god cultivation, but her only escort was her bargain-bin son, Chen Zeyu, whose cultivation was merely that of a Super Douluo.
Yet she still felt uneasy. Ever since she had snapped up the divine blood, her right eyelid had been twitching nonstop. A twitching eyelid foretold disaster.
Damn it, what exactly is going on?!
Thus, she turned her gaze toward the War God Temple's War Gods and Yun Ming, her once-unfilial disciple.
"My apologies, Madam Chen, but we also have divine blood to escort. Besides, our routes differ to begin with. If we happened to be going the same way, then as a soldier once led by Old Hall Master Chen, I would be more than happy to have you accompany us, but..."
But recalling Chen Xinjie's care for him, Guan Yue could not bear to refuse entirely.
"Eighteenth War God, Lu Ma, step forward!"
This was the greatest extent of the resources Guan Yue could currently mobilize. Lu Ma was a rank-92 Elk Douluo. Though his cultivation was not particularly outstanding, his ability to survive and flee was exceptional.
Lu Ma's expression clearly