Evil Dragon: The young dragon I picked up keeps planning on becoming an empress Chapter 540 - 540 323 Young Dragon Lance have I ever been

Chapter 540: Chapter 323 Young Dragon: Lance, have I ever been cursed by soone? Chapter 540: Chapter 323 Young Dragon: Lance, have I ever been cursed by soone? lbourne took the dragon claw out of his mouth. To really fill these nine glass jars suspended in the air with dragon blood and return to Dragon Island, the first thing his wife would probably do is divorce him.

He would also transform from a strong and robust dragon into a scrawny one.

This was not just about drawing his blood, it was about taking his life, wanting to tear his family apart.

Before, he had assud the jars ntioned by the human Ancestor of the Sword were of the normal size used by humans, and even if they were a bit larger than usual, he could have accepted that.

But these nine glass jars in front of him would make any giant dragon feel dizzy.

“Co on, don’t make bleed. Just chop my head off with your sword and fill up however much dragon blood you want yourself.”

lbourne stretched his neck in front of Lance, inviting him to make the cut.

Bleeding him out this much, leaving him clinging to life, would be better than just slaughtering him.

“Can’t handle it?”

“Can’t… handle it?!” lbourne exploded in anger, “If you had brought out these nine glass jars earlier, I wouldn’t have played your ga!”

“No, you would have still agreed to the bet because, at that ti, you didn’t take seriously at all.”

Lance landed and his vertical pupils moved between lbourne’s heart and dragon wrist, considering whether to take the blood directly from lbourne’s heart or just so general dragon blood.

Dragon blood used in dicine was much more potent when drawn from the heart.

But if he really drew that much heart blood from lbourne, he’d probably not live much longer afterward.

His lifespan would sharply decrease.

Forget it, out of respect for being from the sa race, he decided not to take this guy’s heart blood, just so ordinary dragon blood would do.

A dragon should leave so thod of recourse, for the possibility of future encounters.

“You should be grateful that the battle just now dissipated a lot of my viciousness, otherwise, at this mont, I would have already started drawing your heart blood.

Taking your heart blood would reduce your lifespan and might also decrease your strength, but considering your upcoming contract signing with Saint Blue, I won’t extract your heart blood, I’ll just draw so regular dragon blood from you.

Rember this kindness of mine. If I weren’t the first Pope of the Dragon God Temple, you would not be enjoying this privilege.”

Lance grasped lbourne’s right arm with his dragon claw, and before lbourne could react, Lance’s right claw sliced through lbourne’s dragon wrist.

lbourne watched dumbstruck as his dragon wrist bled, dragon blood dripping steadily from the cut, drawn by so mysterious force into a clear glass jar.

Would threatening him be useful?

No.

During the bet, he had put himself on the line.

If he had lost the battle, he would have lost even more, and even his dragon cub might have been affected.

Fortunately, he won.

When it was ti to be rciful, he didn’t mind playing that role.

When it wasn’t ti for rcy, occasionally, he would also show the ferocity of a Black Dragon.

lbourne foolishly watched the dragon blood continue to flow from his elegant dragon form. He never imagined that the human Ancestor of the Sword would dare to draw blood from him.

And he didn’t even give him a chance to argue.

He had thought the human Ancestor of the Sword would use a gentler approach or even give up on drawing his dragon blood entirely.

To think this guy dared to do it personally.

He had no reverence for Pureblood Dragons at all.

Decisive in action.

This human Ancestor of the Sword… was not weak or easily bullied.

lbourne’s eyes fell on his son, best not to let him provoke the Dragon Cub raised by this human Ancestor of the Sword.

After all, the cub didn’t seem very smart.

It didn’t take long for the wound on lbourne’s dragon wrist to heal automatically, and one glass jar was seven parts full.

Seeing this, Lance’s dragon claw slashed at lbourne’s dragon wrist again, and fresh red blood tinged with a hint of blue flew out of the dragon wrist, towards the second glass jar.

“Do you really want to fill these nine glass jars with my dragon blood?”

“Three jars.”

Lance put away seven glass jars, and the one that was seven parts full of dragon blood was sealed and placed into his Spatial Ring.

Drawing nine jars of dragon blood from lbourne, without draining him completely, would still be a close call.

Three jars were just right.

It would leave him weakened for a while, and his essence might be slightly damaged, but the problem wasn’t too significant; with so ti to recover on Dragon Island, he would be able to regain his strength.

When the second jar of dragon blood was seven parts full, lbourne’s colossal dragon body shook, and he experienced a mont of dizziness.

The loss of dragon blood was a bit much.

For the third jar, Lance only filled it five parts, used Light Magic to treat the wound on lbourne’s dragon wrist, and then released his dragon claw.

“Rest here for a while, then co find in Saint Blue for the contract signing.”

“You took so much of my dragon blood, and you still want to enslave for three thousand years?”

“You can refuse.”

Six more transparent glass jars appeared in the void.

lbourne subconsciously placed his dragon claw behind his back, understanding what the human Ancestor of the Sword ant; if he refused to sign a contract with Saint Blue,

the human Ancestor of the Sword would continue to bleed him.

Three jars of dragon blood had already made him feel an unprecedented weakness, and if the human Ancestor of the Sword continued to bleed him, whether he would live for another three thousand years would be another matter.

“You’re ruthless, I agree.”

“If it was you who won, you would be even more ruthless.”

“…”

lbourne didn’t speak, indeed, if he had won, he would have shown no rcy to the human Ancestor of the Sword.

He wanted Saint Blue.

He also wanted the position of the second Pope of the Dragon God Temple.

The human Ancestor of the Sword would beco one of his dependents.

Damned Golden Giant Dragon Austin!

It was all this bastard’s fault for tricking him.

If his plight got out to Dragon Island, the dragons there would laugh him to death.

He absolutely could not let this matter spread to Dragon Island.