"Boom!"
The Dou Zun expert guarding the Hall of Souls' treasury watched the scorching flames surge before him, his face growing numb.
Could anyone tell him what sort of freakish constitution this strange kid possessed?
He had already witnessed these surging flames more than ten times. Yet each time the scorching energy erupted from the kid's body, it did not harm him in the slightest. Instead, it gradually became part of his strength.
The scorching energy within the medicinal ingredients surged out as flames, only for him to force it back into his body.
The guard could clearly sense the medicinal potency being gradually absorbed by this young man. Even his aura had grown considerably stronger...
"That shouldn't be possible..."
"I've guarded this treasury for so many years, but I've never heard of a constitution this formidable..."
A trace of confusion appeared on the Hall of Souls expert's aged face, and his gaze turned scrutinizing as he watched Mo Shang.
But he could clearly see Mo Shang eating those medicinal ingredients, mouthful by mouthful.
When Mo Shang bit into some of them, he even saw the juices seep from the bite marks and sensed the rich fire energy within.
So Mo Shang was not using some underhanded trick to hide the medicinal ingredients. He really was eating them one mouthful at a time.
Yet a question surfaced in the old man's mind:
"Could a human constitution truly withstand such violent medicinal potency?"
With the medicinal ingredients this young man had swallowed, never mind a Dou Zun expert-even an eighth-rank magical beast would have long since succumbed to their violent potency.
Even if its body did not burst and kill it, it could never look as relaxed and carefree as the young man before him.
"Wait!"
Finally, when the old man