Eight Dragons Divine Art

Seeing how ungrateful Zhao Fu was, the woman in black coldly harrumphed, "Our Young Master is treating him so well, yet he doesn't accept it; he's unable to differentiate good from bad. Does he think any ordinary person can step onto the Ten Thousand Dragon Stage? Our Young Master has a pure Royal Bloodline but can't do it, so how can he do it? He's going to lose face soon."

Bing Qixue also could not understand why Zhao Fu was so stubborn; did he really hate him that much?

As for whether or not Zhao Fu could step onto the Ten Thousand Dragon Stage, Bing Qixue was also sure that he could not do it. He had personally tried before and knew that ordinary Kings would not be able to step onto it; it would be difficult for even ordinary Emperors.

Apart from bloodline, there was also the requirement of Fate. One required a massive amount of Fate, which was not something an ordinary King could have.