The Great Hall was permeated with a faint scent of blood. The shattered bones and blood of the Divine Clan Martial Artist had completely transformed into a pool of filthy blood, which had even turned poisonous due to the power of the curse.
"Yuan'er, how much Divine Blood infused with the power of the curse is needed to control a Supreme King?" Xiao Chen asked, waving his hand, and suddenly, heavenly fire manifested out of thin air, cleansing the filthy blood off the ground, after which he spoke.
"Master, Yuan'er estimates that for a Supreme King below the third heaven, at least a small ladleful of Divine Blood is necessary, as the curse's power needs to fully merge with the Divine Blood," Zi Yuan's voice followed, pausing briefly before continuing, "As for those above the third heaven, it's hard to say."
