Blood frothed and churned inside Li Hao’s body. Given his domineering organs, the young man felt no pain or searing sensations from the blood’s activity. His five visceral organs were too strong and five blood pearls only amounted to a Solar’s level of energy. He could withstand this degree of discomfort.1

Since there wasn’t much pressure being brought to bear, he swiftly swallowed a sixth, seventh, and eighth blood pearl until pressure mounted to significant levels.0

Blood boiled within his veins and he could feel metamorphosis beginning within his body. It was as if a vast river rushed toward his organs. Li Hao could sense the existence of his supernatural locks. One, two, three…0

Five locks appeared over his visceral organs—that was just the beginning. Four more appeared over his four limbs, making for nine that’d materialized in the blink of an eye. They were all incredibly thick and sturdy.0

According to Wang Ming’s explanations, the number of supernatural locks one sensed represented one’s supernatural potential. But that was meaningless to Li Hao. Immense blood qi surged into the supernatural locks to...7