Hearing Ji Fengjuan's words, Ji Changming's face suddenly turned very ugly!
But indeed, he had no way to control Ji Fengjuan.
The other party was a Supreme Elder!
His cultivation level was already a Quasi Grand Power.
As for himself, he had only recently broken through to the Saint Tier Realm, and currently, he was merely at the late stage of that realm.
However, even so, he still gritted his teeth and waved his sleeve, saying,
"We will never surrender our clan's blood!"
Ji Qingke and Ji Qingyue also stood behind him, their expressions resolute.
"Haha,"
Ji Qinglin said disdainfully,
"As if anyone is desperate for your blood!"
After speaking, a drop of essence blood directly appeared in his hand.
The other members of the Ji Clan had also almost all offered up their blood, after all, with the Supreme Elder leading by example, no one else would object.
"Very good, very good,"
