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On the rooftop, Mo Yu was staring at Long Bufan with blazing eyes. From his expression, it was obvious that even if he were to give up everything he owned, he would still want to cultivate a subordinate that was of the level of the Eight-winged Dragon Blood Demon King.
With this, when the Monarch abdicates from the throne at the peak of a hundred years of age, even if he were to fight against the First Prince Mo Wuchen for the throne, he would have the ability to fight against the Power.
Ever since the Demon Emperor was defeated by the continent of the firmament five hundred years ago, the Power within the Demon Palace collapsed and fell apart, no one admitting defeat. However, the Demon Emperor was not a permanent one, he had to be limited to a hundred years, and had to hand over to his next successor every hundred years.
As for the Demon Emperor himself, he had resigned himself to the forbidden grounds of the Demon Palace, protecting the Space Teleportation Array technique, researching ways to reopen the Space Teleportation Array, and saving the Lord Demon Emperor that was sealed within the continent of the firmament.
This year's Demon Emperor had already been in power for 97 years. There were still three years until he abdicated. At that time, it would definitely be the day when the several princes would fiercely compete for his throne!
Although Mo Yu was currently only at the six-winged level of strength, and was unable to reach the ten-winged Power, he wasn't worried about this, because as long as he had the position of Demon Emperor, then the enormous resources of the entire Demon Palace would also be under his control. Cultivating to the battle form of a ten-winged Dragon Blood Demon Emperor would naturally be natural.
Hence, right now, he had to obtain the support of the Eight-winged Dragon Blood Demon King as soon as possible, in order to obtain the Power which would compete for the throne!
Looking at Mo Yu's hungry and thirsty expression, Long Bufan's face flashed with a trace of an imperceptible smile. He knew that he had more or less brewed the fire, and now was the best chance ?
Then, Long Bufan took a deep breath and said solemnly: "According to the current state of my body's fusion with the dragon blood, I will need two hundred drops of dragon blood essence to be able to reach the Eight Winged Form."
"What!?" Two. "Two hundred drops of dragon blood?!"
When he heard the amount of dragon blood Long Bufan needed, Mo Yu's expression changed slightly. He could not help but suck in a breath of cold air as his brows slowly furrowed.
As a prince of a royal family, he was naturally more clear than anyone else that those ancient Demonic Beast who had a portion of the dragon race's bloodline would only produce around a hundred drops of dragon's blood essence per year. If he absorbed too much, those Demonic Beast would definitely harm the Essence, affecting their lifespan.
If not for the refinement and absorption of the dragon blood, the Royal Warriors would not have been able to raise their strength even faster. At that time, they would have been replaced by the other races in the Infernal domain.
Therefore, all these years, in order to ensure that the royal clan's dragon blood could be provided continuously, the higher ups in the Demon Palace had unanimously decided that they must use the most conservative method to absorb the limited amount of dragon blood from the Demonic Beast.
And it was also because of this reason that from ancient times until now, their Royal Family had always mobilized their forces, looking for opportunities to invade other planes, in an attempt to plunder more resources, in order to consolidate their supreme authority in the Infernal domain.
"Huo Chen, are you sure that if you want two hundred drops of dragon's blood, you can really advance to the level of the Eight-winged Dragon Blood Demon King?" Mo Yu's eyes focused, his eyes stared straight at Long Bufan as he asked.
Although he was a prince with an extraordinary status, he only had five drops of dragon's blood which he distributed to his hands every year. After so many years of accumulation, adding the rewards given by the royal father, as well as his training, he only had fifty to sixty drops of dragon's blood essence remaining.
But now, Long Bufan said two hundred drops at a time, completely exceeding the limits of his tolerance. Of course, within the royal clan, the Dragon Bloodline didn't have a price and didn't have a market. There was always a trade, but it was extremely expensive.
Therefore, Mo Yu needed a definite answer. If Long Bufan could really advance to the Eight-winged Dragon Blood Demon King in a short period of time, he could think about it carefully.