The colossal force of the blood-colored medicine broke through the obstruction of the seventh meridian, instantly penetrating this nascent channel. Not only that, but it even had some to spare. However, Xiao Chen did not use these excess medicinal essences to further assault his meridians. Instead, he dispersed them, allowing them to permeate his limbs and dissolving into every inch of his flesh and blood.
In the next moment, faint blood-red patterns shimmered on Xiao Chen's physical form. Within these blood-red patterns, a hint of bronze, tarnished and mottled, was mixed. At this moment, the patterns were as abundant as the hide of a wild bull and somewhat indistinct, but Xiao Chen could feel his body slowly reinforcing itself.