Jadewood Mountain. Zou Wanqing felt helpless as so many people watched him.
Yet he managed his expression well.
No one could see the slightest clue.
He even took the initiative to send Wu Minghui a voice transmission:
"I'll do my best, but you must guarantee me at least ten percent of the proceeds—and you mustn't slaughter the donkey once it has left the millstone!"
"Rest assured about that." Wu Minghui nodded.
He had already promised Zou Wanqing this. At a time like this, there was no room for haggling. Bringing down the blessed land as soon as possible and taking the treasures together was what mattered most.
Seeing this, Zou Wanqing directly sliced open the arms of several people he had brought. Blood immediately flowed freely, and under the hand seals he formed, it truly transformed into peculiar spirit markings that flew toward the sky.
What was mysterious was that the secret realm space in the sky truly reacted.
Everyone was delighted, but before long, just like the secret key, the blood light exhausted its spiritual power, yet the blessed land did not appear.
"This..." Zou Wanqing's expression turned extremely unsightly, his face full of disbelief.
"Go!" At that moment, Wu Minghui turned one hand into a sword and severed the people carrying Ye Family bloodlines at the waist. Blood immediately gushed out, even thicker than before.
"Try again!" Wu Minghui looked somewhat ferocious now.
They had planned for this far too long. None of them could accept the outcome of being unable to summon the blessed land.
As for deaths, forget a few people—he would not feel the slightest reluctance even if a thousand or ten thousand died!
"You!" Zou Wanqing was naturally displeased.
"Hurry up and activate the art, or you'll die too!" Lin Junsi roared at Zou