"Red Dragon blood?
What a poor judge you are!
You think I'm inferior to that useless Red Dragon?"
Hearing Jiānyá's words, Karl the Softscale Silver Dragon muttered, pleased that he could keep his dragon blood but thoroughly annoyed as well.
Why did it feel as though that wretch lying there like a dead dog had outdone him?
Ice mist involuntarily puffed from his nostrils.
"My apologies... great Lord Karl... our tribe is simply more familiar with the power of Red Dragons.
As for the reason, I believe you already know."
Seeing the Softscale Silver Dragon's displeasure, Jiānyá hurriedly apologized.
Then she glanced at her leader, Tīgǔ.
Her meaning was obvious.
"There's no need to apologize. You did nothing wrong.
Just don't regret it once you see the results of a dragon transformation using my blood!"
The Softscale Silver Dragon replied with a soft snort.
"All right, since you've chosen Red Dragon blood.
Let's move on to the next person...
Western Military Camp Commander, Mohande, which bloodline do you choose...?"
Xiluo began questioning the camp commanders and important members one by one.
Naturally, none of them were as lofty-minded as Andy, clinging to their human identities.
They had always lived alongside Xiluo and the other dragons.
Naturally, they had also watched their strength soar, breaking through again and again without any bottlenecks.
As a result, they were immensely envious of dragon bloodlines.
How could they possibly refuse a chance at dragon transformation?
Every one of them accepted with fervent enthusiasm.
And they chose the highest-grade bloodlines they could for their transformations.
All four portions of Red Dragon blood were chosen, along with one portion from Karl the Softscale Silver Dragon and one from Koraman.
They went to the three camp commanders, the strongest human soldier, the strongest spellcaster, and a spellcaster