His body was that of a human, but half the blood in his veins belonged to the dragon race. Even the soul within him had been infused and reinforced by the thirty-two dragon souls Dean Taishu had personally hooked, only then allowing his body to bloom with renewed vitality.
Human blood and dragon blood were inherently incompatible. Given the temperature of dragon blood, ordinary human blood would probably turn to ash the moment it came into contact with it.
The reason the black blood flowing from his father's body had not been burned away completely was, ultimately, because it had been invaded by Netherworld Cold Qi. The two kinds of blood, one supremely hot and the other supremely cold, clashed with each other, counterbalancing and canceling each other out.
"This is the worst possible outcome." Li Mu Yang was frantic with worry.
All the blood inside his father's body had now been released. Given the extent of the contamination, it was impossible to infuse it back into him. If that happened, his father would have no road left but death.
Half the blood inside his own body had also flowed out. Could he simply absorb it all back in and pretend nothing had happened?
But then wouldn't his father still be doomed?
"Don't panic. Don't panic. I absolutely can't panic now. There has to be a solution." Li Mu Yang thought this to himself. He kept warning himself to remain calm and composed, to search properly for a new solution.
Li Mu Yang's hands constantly shifted through incantation seals, while the chanting from his mouth grew increasingly hurried.
He urged it on with all his strength once again, but when that boiling dragon blood reached the edge of Lu Qingming's body, it stopped advancing, as though it feared or even