It was early in the morning, and the mist was thick.
Jiang Ming was practicing his fist techniques in his courtyard. The blood Qi emitted from his body was extremely weak, and it seemed to even be inferior to unranked martial artists.
However, every punch he threw seemed to contain a tremendous force.
In Jiang Ming's body, all his blood, flesh, bones, and tendons were empty at this time. His blood Qi was so thin that it was almost non-existent. Only by careful examination could one perceive his extremely weak blood Qi.
However, every trace of his blood Qi was as bright as sunlight, clear and pure, and contained exuberant vitality. At this time, it was slowly seeping into his flesh and blood, tempering his body and causing it to undergo the final transformation.