Difficult Negotiation
Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
"You want to take away ten million drops of divine blood? Impossible. After hundreds of thousands of years, not much divine blood still remains in the Blood God's corpse. If we don't use it sparingly, it'll be dried out quickly. An ancient sect will definitely weaken without the support of divine blood."
Elder Yuan Xing's attitude was definite. It was like Zhang Ruochen had to cross over his dead body in order to get the ten million drops of divine blood.
Elder Yuan Zhou wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Divine blood is incredibly strong. One drop can shatter a mountain. If it is dropped on a Hundred-pattern Saint Weapon, the weapon can be penetrated. There is nothing that can even contain ten million drops of divine blood."
"I think otherwise." Zhang Ruochen took out a small jar made out of wood from the Divine Sky-connecting Tree. Holding it in his hand, he said, "Use this. It's enough to contain divine blood."