Frustration crept into Li Hao’s mood as he considered the implications behind the powerhouses he’d noted in the conference room. He quickly relaxed again and smiled. Things were more interesting this way!3

“Ole Wang, let’s go for a ride and see an old friend.”0

“Vice Captain Liu?”1

“No, we shouldn’t see Sis Liu for the time being. Let’s go visit Senior Southern Fist.”1

“Huh?” Wang Ming blinked. Why were they visiting Southern Fist?1

Li Hao had his own thoughts in mind. Southern Fist He Yong was the strongest martial master he’d met thus far, apart from Yuan Shuo. He was a pure martial master, not one who’d crossed over to the supernatural domain.0

Having undergone three blood transfusions, he matched Solars. What kind of concept was that? A Dominator with one aura was just a Sunflare, but He Yong had propped himself up a cultivation level. Thus, Li Hao felt that blood transfusions were potentially a viable path as well.5

His teacher’s path wasn’t necessarily wrong, but the path beyond Dominator was yet to be set in stone. There might be other routes; the young man wished to understand...1