She had seen how Lin Chen absorbed the true blood of a Flood Dragon; just one drop was extremely painful, and eight drops...
"Senior Brother Lin is the most determined person I've ever seen, it'll be fine." Xiao Yaojin added from the side.
Jiang Qing nodded, believing that Junior Brother Lin could succeed, but her heart ached for the hardships Lin Chen endured on his Martial Path.
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In the courtyard, Lin Chen stood in an iron barrel, the medicinal liquid scalding and boiling. Hua Qianwu's expression was solemn. Nearly three months of training had led to this moment.
"Headmaster, the disciple is ready."
"Very well."
Hua Qianwu nodded and flicked his right hand. Eight drops of Flood Dragon true blood shot into Lin Chen's mouth in an instant.
In just two breaths, Lin Chen's skin turned as red as iron, his facial veins bulged, and his qi blood surged frantically within him, initiating a new battle with the Flood Dragon true blood.
