The overwhelming Qi Blood Power was at its peak, practically erupting from his body. It formed invisible waves of scorching heat around him, making the very air in the Quiet Chamber distort and burn.
He could clearly peer inside his own body and see crimson-gold blood surging endlessly through his veins. Faintly, miniature dragons and elephants seemed to roar within the torrent, emanating a heart-stopping sense of power.
After an unknown amount of time, the roars of the myriad dragons and elephants within him gradually subsided, and the popping of his bones fell silent.
Chen Qing slowly opened his eyes. Two beams of light, so focused they seemed tangible, flashed for an instant before vanishing, like bolts of lightning tearing through the darkness.
He gently clenched his fist, using not a shred of True Astral—only the pure strength of his Flesh Body.
POP!
The air around his fist actually compressed, letting out a faint crack like a miniature sonic boom!
