Evil Dragon: The young dragon I picked up keeps planning on becoming an empress

Melbourne took the dragon claw out of his mouth. To really fill these nine glass jars suspended in the air with dragon blood and return to Dragon Island, the first thing his wife would probably do is divorce him.

He would also transform from a strong and robust dragon into a scrawny one.

This was not just about drawing his blood, it was about taking his life, wanting to tear his family apart.

Before, he had assumed the jars mentioned by the human Ancestor of the Sword were of the normal size used by humans, and even if they were a bit larger than usual, he could have accepted that.

But these nine glass jars in front of him would make any giant dragon feel dizzy.

"Come on, don't make me bleed. Just chop my head off with your sword and fill up however much dragon blood you want yourself."

Melbourne stretched his neck in front of Lance, inviting him to make the cut.

Bleeding him out this much, leaving him clinging to life, would be better than just slaughtering him.

"Can't handle it?"

"Can't… handle it?!" Melbourne exploded in anger, "If you had brought out these nine glass jars earlier, I wouldn't have played your game!"

"No, you would have still agreed to the bet because, at that time, you didn't take me seriously at all."

Lance landed and his vertical pupils moved between Melbourne's heart and dragon wrist, considering whether to take the blood directly from Melbourne's heart or just some general dragon blood.

Dragon blood used in medicine was much more potent when drawn from the heart.

But if he really drew that much heart blood from Melbourne, he'd probably not live much longer afterward.

His lifespan would sharply decrease.

Forget it, out of respect for being from the same race, he decided not to take this guy's heart blood, just some ordinary dragon blood would do.

A dragon should leave some method of recourse, for the possibility of future encounters.

"You should be grateful that the battle just now dissipated a lot of my viciousness, otherwise, at this moment, I would have already started drawing your heart blood.

Taking your heart blood would reduce your lifespan and might also decrease your strength, but considering your upcoming contract signing with Saint Blue, I won't extract your heart blood, I'll just draw some regular dragon blood from you.

Remember this kindness of mine. If I weren't the first Pope of the Dragon God Temple, you would not be enjoying this privilege."

Lance grasped Melbourne's right arm with his dragon claw, and before Melbourne could react, Lance's right claw sliced through Melbourne's dragon wrist.

Melbourne watched dumbstruck as his dragon wrist bled, dragon blood dripping steadily from the cut, drawn by some mysterious force into a clear glass jar.

Would threatening him be useful?

No.

During the bet, he had put himself on the line.

If he had lost the battle, he would have lost even more, and even his dragon cub might have been affected.

Fortunately, he won.

When it was time to be merciful, he didn't mind playing that role.

When it wasn't time for mercy, occasionally, he would also show the ferocity of a Black Dragon.

Melbourne foolishly watched the dragon blood continue to flow from his elegant dragon form. He never imagined that the human Ancestor of the Sword would dare to draw blood from him.

And he didn't even give him a chance to argue.

He had thought the human Ancestor of the Sword would use a gentler approach or even give up on drawing his dragon blood entirely.

To think this guy dared to do it personally.

He had no reverence for Pureblood Dragons at all.

Decisive in action.

This human Ancestor of the Sword... was not weak or easily bullied.

Melbourne's eyes fell on his son, best not to let him provoke the Dragon Cub raised by this human Ancestor of the Sword.

After all, the cub didn't seem very smart.

It didn't take long for the wound on Melbourne's dragon wrist to heal automatically, and one glass jar was seven parts full.

Seeing this, Lance's dragon claw slashed at Melbourne's dragon wrist again, and fresh red blood tinged with a hint of blue flew out of the dragon wrist, towards the second glass jar.

"Do you really want to fill these nine glass jars with my dragon blood?"

"Three jars."

Lance put away seven glass jars, and the one that was seven parts full of dragon blood was sealed and placed into his Spatial Ring.

Drawing nine jars of dragon blood from Melbourne, without draining him completely, would still be a close call.

Three jars were just right.

It would leave him weakened for a while, and his essence might be slightly damaged, but the problem wasn't too significant; with some time to recover on Dragon Island, he would be able to regain his strength.

When the second jar of dragon blood was seven parts full, Melbourne's colossal dragon body shook, and he experienced a moment of dizziness.

The loss of dragon blood was a bit much.

For the third jar, Lance only filled it five parts, used Light Magic to treat the wound on Melbourne's dragon wrist, and then released his dragon claw.

"Rest here for a while, then come find me in Saint Blue for the contract signing."

"You took so much of my dragon blood, and you still want to enslave me for three thousand years?"

"You can refuse."

Six more transparent glass jars appeared in the void.

Melbourne subconsciously placed his dragon claw behind his back, understanding what the human Ancestor of the Sword meant; if he refused to sign a contract with Saint Blue,

the human Ancestor of the Sword would continue to bleed him.

Three jars of dragon blood had already made him feel an unprecedented weakness, and if the human Ancestor of the Sword continued to bleed him, whether he would live for another three thousand years would be another matter.

"You're ruthless, I agree."

"If it was you who won, you would be even more ruthless."

"..."

Melbourne didn't speak, indeed, if he had won, he would have shown no mercy to the human Ancestor of the Sword.

He wanted Saint Blue.

He also wanted the position of the second Pope of the Dragon God Temple.

The human Ancestor of the Sword would become one of his dependents.

Damned Golden Giant Dragon Austin!

It was all this bastard's fault for tricking him.

If his plight got out to Dragon Island, the dragons there would laugh him to death.

He absolutely could not let this matter spread to Dragon Island.