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Unless driven to the bitter end, the Dragon Emperor would never have wanted to use this move!
He had only a little over a hundred drops of True Dragon Blood. Those were meant to preserve his life and save it in a crisis! Moreover, once the amount of True Dragon Blood fell below a certain level, he would no longer be able to maintain his status as a "pure-blooded" dragon!
His body would mutate, turning him into a "breed" like the Black Dragon Empress or the Red Dragon Empress...
For every dragon, being a pure-blooded dragon was a point of pride. Falling from that rank was the greatest humiliation a dragon could suffer!
But so long as he could obtain the Bright World Heavenly Scripture, the price would be worth paying!
The Dragon Emperor looked indifferently at Zhou Heng, his aura swelling without limit. Wave after wave spread outward like a tide, carrying a mighty majesty that made people want to fall prostrate and worship.
A true dragon soared through the nine heavens—who would dare not revere it?
Bang!
As his aura expanded, the Dragon Emperor's body underwent a tremendous transformation. His clothes burst apart in an instant, revealing an azure heavenly dragon that lengthened with the wind until it stretched a full thousand zhang!
A dragon's strongest form was naturally its dragon body. Having invoked True Dragon Blood, the Dragon Emperor had returned to his strongest state. Each of his four claws rested upon an auspicious cloud, his dragon whiskers streaming in the air, making him seem detached from the world and proudly above all else.
"Zhou Heng, the fact that you forced this emperor to ignite his essence blood means you have some skill!