The black robe fluttered on the four old men from the Seventh Hall. They were first-class experts that had cultivated for more than two hundred years.

These famous characters from the heretical school were full of vitality, causing others to palpitate.

Feiyun sat feebly on his carriage with a smile still on his face: “My blood has the Yama’s Decay Blood. Even if I put it in a bowl, will you dare to take it?”

“Keke, don’t think we’re not aware. You have eaten a fifth-ranked spirit pill to temporarily trap the evil inside the pill itself so it hasn’t corroded your body just yet. As long as you get blood from your dantian, the blood will not be contaminated.” The old man with the high forehead smiled deviously.

Feiyun replied: “My spirit energy will disperse even faster if I do it in that spot and I’ll die faster.”

“That has nothing to do with us. Feng Feiyun, you think we’re here to negotiate with you?”

“We don’t give a damn...