章節 1837: Doomsday?

"Everything can be discussed," Qin Tianzheng said happily.

"The Qilin Clan should have a lot of Qilin blood essence, right? Qi Xiu owes me a portion of Qilin's blood essence."

Qi Tianzheng frowned when he heard that. The Qilin clan did store a lot of blood essence, but these were generally not allowed to be used without permission.

In order to save Qi Xiu, who had already become a cripple and had lost all his bloodline, the elders of the Qilin Clan would definitely not agree to this.

"Can't do it?"

Qin Tianzheng was silent for a moment. A hint of killing intent flashed in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

Moments later, he suddenly let out a painful roar. A Qilin phantom appeared behind him. His body emitted a blood-red light. Within the blood-red light, a ball of blood essence separated from his body.

Qi Tianzheng had actually separated the blood essence from his body in order to save Qi Xiu!