How About Together?

"Phew~"

Jiang Ming slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

From being severely injured, paralyzed from the neck down and unable to move, to having every accumulated hidden injury in his body thoroughly washed away, Jiang Ming felt as light as a feather.

So light that it gave him the illusion that a lifetime had passed.

He opened his eyes and looked at Wang Qiuer, who was still meditating across from him.

Wang Qiuer's Golden Dragon Martial Soul was still being tempered within the bloodline furnace, and the dragon roars within it were growing increasingly resounding. The powerful pressure belonging to a top-tier Dragon Clan spread outward in all directions.

Using bloodline power to form a furnace and temper the Martial Soul's bloodline was a novel method, but it was indeed quite effective.

Of course, it required sufficient Bloodline Power to sustain it.

If the Bloodline Power failed during the process, forget using it as a furnace to temper the Martial Soul's bloodline—even exploding outright or suffering Martial Soul backlash was possible!

Especially for an immensely proud Dragon Clan like the Golden Dragon. If you could not suppress it, it would backlash against you!

However, that possibility did not exist for Jiang Ming.

Wang Qiuer was only a Soul Douluo now. Even though the Golden Dragon bloodline had been tempered once before, its power could not possibly break through the bloodline furnace Jiang Ming had created!

"Qiuer, can you still hold on?"

Jiang Ming asked softly.

Tempering a Martial Soul this way could indeed strengthen both the Martial Soul and one's own bloodline, but the process was extremely painful!

Under normal circumstances, having Bloodline Power strike one's body could easily leave hidden injuries, let alone this sort of bloodline smelting that needed to temper the bloodlines throughout the entire body.