The Ancient God Blood Vault was the source of life for the experts of the Ancient God Descendants. It would only be condensed before death and left for the descendants of the family. When the Blood Vault was condensed, it was also the time of their death.
Du Yunji's words were filled with malice, as if he wanted Xia Ping 'an's life directly. The air in Taiyi Hall seemed to have turned cold all of a sudden, and killing intent overflowed.
"You want my life?" Sensing Du Yunji's malicious intent, Xia Ping 'an slowly stood up and stared at Du Yunji fearlessly.
