What?!
Old Zhong seemed to have heard wrong and was stunned for a long while; "Master, you aren't joking, right? Even the peak combat Emperors can only drink one drop of Dragon Blood wine, but this is Dragon Blood, Youming wine! This kid is merely a second-rank combat king.
After drinking it, he will undoubtedly die!"
"This wine is used to suppress the dark spots in his body. Without this wine, those dark spots on him cannot be suppressed—follow my instructions!" said the purple-robed elder.
"Yes." Old Zhong's body trembled as he fed all the precious Youming wine in his hands into Ye Wudao's mouth.
"Ah!" Ye Wudao let out an agonizing scream, the veins in his neck bulging. Before long, Ye Wudao's body gradually calmed, and the dark spots on his body dissipated.
"The dark spots have dissipated!" Mo Feixuan exclaimed excitedly.