"Good, good, good!" Ling Ze laughed heartily. Although he had expected this, seeing Ma Shangsi actually being so spineless, he couldn't help but flash a trace of contempt in his eyes.
He raised one hand, with fierce blood light surging on his palm, slowly condensing. After a long while, a drop of blood as red as a ruby came into being.
A trace of exhaustion and weakness unexpectedly appeared on Ling Ze's face.
Lu Ye was also witnessing for the first time another Blood Race Saintly Venerable condensing his own treasure blood, and compared to himself, this Ling Ze was far inferior.
Ma Shangsi's gaze instantly became like a leech, greedily clinging to that drop of treasure blood.
This was a typical reaction of a normal Blood Race.
Ling Ze smiled slightly, "Take it and refine it here. I shall protect you!"
