"First Elder, without cultivation above the fifth level of the Fusion Realm, one simply cannot withstand the terrifying power of twelve drops of Dragon Blood... How did this Rogue Cultivator... how did he do it?"
The Seventh Elder's face flushed red as blood. He pointed at Chen Changming, his finger trembling slightly, his voice filled with shock and disbelief.
"There's something strange about this."
The First Elder's eyes widened, his expression as gloomy as the sky before a storm. Staring fixedly at Chen Changming, he said in a deep voice, "Even someone of my cultivation, if I swallowed twelve drops of Dragon Blood at once, would have to immediately enter seclusion and refine them with all my strength to dissolve that violent force of blood and qi. The slightest carelessness would result in a backlash from the Dragon Blood. Yet after swallowing them, this man has not changed expression, and his aura remains steady, as though he merely drank a mouthful of water..."
"In other words, he hasn't truly refined them."
The Second Elder frowned, staring unblinkingly at Chen Changming as a sharp glint flickered in his eyes. He slowly analyzed, "Could it be that there is another space within his body, where he has temporarily stored the Dragon Blood?"
"That is possible."
The First Elder nodded, his expression easing somewhat.
Upon hearing this, the other elders all secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
If that was the case, then so long as they captured this Body Cultivator, they could retrieve all twelve drops of Dragon Blood intact, without losing a single drop.
"Hahaha, that hit the spot!"
Within the Yin-Yang Seal's independent space, the Cold Marrow Ice Soul Dragon's laughter rumbled like thunder, brimming with uncontrollable ecstasy and satisfaction.
After it devoured those twelve drops of Dragon Blood, the