For an entire day and night,
Zhao Ming sat cross-legged, refining the Undying Blood.
As time passed, earth-shaking changes took place within Zhao Ming's body.
Looking inward, every organ in Zhao Ming's body carried a faint black tint, brimming with a vitality far beyond anything before. His blood had changed from bright red to dark crimson, clearly having evolved.
Every organ and cell in Zhao Ming's body was slowly growing stronger, concealing explosive physical power within.
It could be said that the physical strength of Zhao Ming's body was now enough to rival that of a Soul Emperor-level powerhouse. This was the tremendous improvement brought to him by the Undying Blood.
The Undying Blood had not greatly increased Zhao Ming's Soul Power. Most of its energy had been used to strengthen his body.
Yet even so, Zhao Ming had still effortlessly broken through to rank thirty-seven Soul Elder.
Silence.
Zhao Ming remained in that silent state.
Clearly, it was not over yet.
"What is this?" Zhao Ming muttered.
The moment he spoke, his entire body seemed to turn into a furnace. The flesh and blood all over his body felt as though they were about to ignite.
A wave of excruciating pain came from Zhao Ming's back, as though something were trying to burst out from within it. The terrifying pain made Zhao Ming feel miserable.
"Ah!" Zhao Ming could not help but let out a wild roar.
"Teacher Zhao, Zhao Ming isn't having some kind of accident, is he?" Zhu Zhuqing asked anxiously. Ever since Zhao Ming had begun absorbing the Undying Blood yesterday, she, Xiao Wu, and Ning Rongrong had taken turns watching over him, terrified that something might happen to him.
The three girls' feelings for Zhao Ming had long been an unspoken understanding between them.
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