Alchemy & Martial Supreme

This was an expert.    

An expert with unparalleled potential.    

It was definitely the Sacred Blood Martial Cultivator.    

Why was it that he encountered it?    

He didn't even have time to regret before he fell into eternal darkness.    

"Boom!"    

After sending the person in the way away, Qin Ming suddenly slammed his staff against the ground. Even though his voice was weakened by the palace, it was still like a thunderclap in their ears.    

With such a shocking strike, the three Poison Devils were instantly shocked and stopped their advance.    

"Run!"    

Without any hesitation, the three Poison Devil Martial Cultivator turned around and fled as if they had a tacit understanding.    

"Where do you think you're running to?"    

With a thought, Qin Ming slightly shifted his steps and instantly blocked the trio's path.    

"So fast!"    

He had just witnessed Qin Ming's strength, and now he could see Qin Ming's speed.    

They were almost scared out of their wits.    

This was completely illogical.    

A normal Martial Cultivator was good at speed, but not strength.    

This young man's strength was terrifyingly great.    

Why was his speed so fast as well?    

Before he had time to think, Qin Ming's long staff had already swept over.    

"My life is over."    

The three of them had the same thought at the same time, and their waists were immediately cut off.    

The toughness of their bodies was far from being able to match that of the Poison Demon who had just given them the staff. Naturally, they were killed by Qin Ming with a single strike.    

After killing the three of them, Qin Ming didn't even look at them. He went to Mi Bei and Lian Yu's side.    

Because of the obstruction of the purple mist, he could only protect them by following by their side.    

"So... so strong!"    

The battle had taken place. Very quickly, lian Yu did not even blink the entire time.    

She had seen Qin Ming in action before.    

He was fighting a Flood Dragon Realm Poison Devil.    

At that time, Qin Ming had always been at a disadvantage. Because of their different levels, she had never seen through the scariness of a Flood Dragon Realm expert.    

At the same time, she could only feel that Qin Ming was very strong, as he was able to fight a Flood Dragon Realm expert for a short period of time.    

But she did not have a deep understanding of him.    

Now, four Poison Demon Martial Cultivator that she couldn't defeat were killed just like that.    

Lian Yu finally knew that Qin Ming's strength had reached such a powerful extent.    

"I estimate that Qin Ming's current strength is already able to fight an ordinary Flood Dragon Realm expert, right?"    

"Truly inconceivable."    

"The Sacred Blood Martial Cultivator can transform. I wonder how strong he will be after he transforms? "    

If these four Poison Demon Martial Cultivator were to surround him...    

Lian Yu felt that even if he used all of his techniques, he would still die without a doubt.    

The difference was too great.    

She felt that she could only fight evenly against the long staff wielding Poison Demon Martial Cultivator who was the first to rush over.    

Even if she won in the end, she would still be injured.    

Moreover, that was only one of them.    

The other three, together with the Spearwielding Poison Demon, were definitely not weak either.    

Not to mention the fact that the four of them were dealing with her at the same time. Even if there were only two of them, she probably would not be able to survive.    

In the past, she felt proud of herself for being ahead of her peers in terms of martial arts.    

But now, with Qin Ming's comparison.    

She instantly came to a realization.    

Those geniuses who were called outstanding people in the city were nothing.    

They were just making a name for themselves, intoxicated by themselves.    

True experts disdained to display themselves for the sake of reputation.    

A true expert was like a sheathed sword. Only when needed, would the sword be unsheathed, revealing its sharpness.    

Lian Yu looked at Qin Ming. That mighty figure held the sword at his waist and made up his mind.    

Even if he couldn't beat Qin Ming, he couldn't be too far away from him.