"One, two, three, four, five, explode!" Kong Hengjian muttered as he counted, waiting for Mo Huasong's death.
He was beyond thrilled. This idiot had actually ingested Dragon Chant Grass – he was about to hit the jackpot.
But as time passed, Mo Huasong remained perfectly fine, not even a scratch on him.
"What's going on? Why haven't you died yet?" Kong Hengjian gasped, gaping at Mo Huasong in shock.
Mo Huasong merely chuckled, choosing to ignore the fool.
Naturally, an average person consuming Dragon Chant Grass would face problems, but why would he?
His body was extraordinarily robust and could readily absorb the essence of dragons from the Dragon Chant Grass, which tremendously enhanced his strength.
Now, Mo Huasong had leveled up twice, progressing to the fourth level of Qi refining – a third-tier Martial Artist.
If he were in the Lan Yun System, he could easily find dragons there. But on Earth, even a hint of dragon essence was considered a treasure.
