Alchemy & Martial Supreme

He spat out some blood, but Jiyue was smiling. He knew that he couldn't dodge Saint Lord's attack, so he didn't try to dodge it.    

All of his attention was focused on the knife. Although his chest had been pierced through, when he saw that the knife had hit where everyone had been expecting it to be, and that he had completed his mission, he was satisfied.    

"Still laughing?"    

Saint Lord was confused. Jiyue's chest had been pierced through, and he was seriously injured. How could he still laugh?    

At the same time that Jiyue hit him, Jue Wuya's thin sword also stabbed into Saint Lord.    

Looking at the thin sword that pierced into his chest from his back, Saint Lord turned his head and spun half a circle. He also threw a punch as fast as lightning towards Jue Wuya's chest.    

"So fast!"    

Jue Wuya held the long sword tightly and did not let go. He did not block Saint Lord's fist that was coming at him.    

"He didn't even try to dodge!"    

The fist pierced through Jue Wuya's chest. Saint Lord's heart was filled with doubt.    

Although his attack was fast, judging from Jue Wuya's movement just now, this Martial Emperor should be focusing on speed. Even if he couldn't dodge it, he could still use his arm to block it. So, why didn't he dodge it?    

Before he could figure it out, a huge sense of danger covered his entire body, causing his mind to tremble.    

"Is this danger?" Saint Lord was slightly stunned. Ever since he had completely absorbed Holy God's blood, it had been so many years, but he had never felt any danger.    

No matter where it was, even if it was the mouth of the volcano, even if it was the most dangerous place in the world, his mind could not sense any danger.    

This was the first time in countless years that he felt danger.    

"No, hide!"    

Although he didn't know where the danger came from, Saint Lord's first reaction was to hide.    

Hide from the danger and look at the world. * Hong Long...... *    

As he thought, he stepped on the ground and was about to fly up.    

"Stop right there!"    

Jiyue roared. His face was ferocious and his eyes were locked onto Saint Lord. The veins on his face were bulging.    

His chest had been pierced through by Saint Lord, and because he was pressing down on the blade with all his strength, blood was gushing out from it.    

"You want to leave?"    

In front of Saint Lord, Jue Wuya was holding the thin sword tightly. His face was pale because of the excessive bleeding, and he looked extremely weak.    

However, the determination in his eyes carried an aura of mutual destruction, and he didn't look weak at all.    

At this moment, Saint Lord realized that he couldn't move.    

He lowered his head and stabbed his sword into his chest.    

Because his body was made up of bones, his saber and sword were stuck in the crack, and it was stuck firmly.    

If he wanted to move, he had to remove the sword and saber.    

"The two of you are courting death."    

Saint Lord roared and threw another punch at Jue Wuya's chest. He wanted Jue Wuya to let go of his hand.    

Facing this ferocious punch, Jue Wuya did not dodge. His hand was firmly holding the hilt of the divine weapon. If he wanted to dodge, he had to let go.    

But as long as he let go, Saint Lord would be able to move.    

"Cough cough..."    

Jue Wuya coughed out blood, but he did not let go.    

Saint Lord was panicking. He had seen Jue Wuya's determination to die. It was impossible for him to let go of Jue Wuya, even if it meant killing him.    

Saint Lord's head turned quickly again. He faced Jiyue and threw a punch at Jiyue's chest.    

"Argh..."    

Jiyue roared. Not only did Saint Lord's punch not let go of his hand, it also increased his strength.    

"Die! Haha..."    

With blood in his mouth, Jiyue laughed crazily.    

" Nether Fire! "    

In the distance, Qin Ming was looking at Saint Lord with all his heart. The Vertical Eye on his forehead had already opened.    

In his vertical eye, a black ray of light shot out. It carried a red light and shot towards the strange skeleton that was fixed in the center.    

"What is this?"    

As if he had sensed the source of the danger, Saint Lord turned his head and saw the Nether Fire that Qin Ming was attacking.    

He could see the threat of death on it.    

He wanted to dodge, but the beam was already in front of him. It was impossible for him to dodge.    

In his haste, he raised his arm to block the attack.    

"Zi Zi Zi..."    

The pitch-black ray of light directly penetrated the dark red skeletal arm and pierced through his chest.    

Seeing that the light had hit Saint Lord, Jue Wuya and Jiyue used all their remaining strength to quickly pull out their weapons and leave the place.    

"Boom..."    

The Spiritual Energy on Saint Lord's body exploded, and he soared into the sky.    

Half of his body flew into the sky, and the other half remained on the ground.    

Qin Ming's Nether Fire had cut him in half at the waist.    

"Qin Ming!"    

Saint Lord shouted in a shrill voice. He had never thought that Qin Ming, whom he had always looked down on, would actually cause him to suffer such a serious injury.    

Unless it was a Divine Pill, it was impossible to heal such an injury.    

However, a divine pill, who knew how many years it had been before it was born.    

Another one, the world would soon be unified by him. At that time, the world would enter the period of Spiritual Energy exhaustion.    

If martial arts and Pill Tao wanted to prosper again, they would need countless years.    

In these countless years, he could only live with half of his body.    

"Qin Ming, you're only a Middle Period of Martial Monarch, how could you hurt me?"    

Up until now, he still couldn't understand why Qin Ming could hurt him.    

"There are many things in this world that you don't know."    

On the ground, Qin Ming was breathing heavily. He looked at Saint Lord with a smile on his face. "Don't think that just because you know about the things in another world, you are amazing."    

"Qin Ming, I will tear you apart!"    

Saint Lord was flustered and exasperated. He had almost killed Qin Ming just now. He had only fought with them with the intention of playing around. He had never thought that he would almost die in their hands in the end.    

Now, he was going to attack with all his strength, not leaving any future troubles behind.    

Furthermore, he would learn from this lesson. No matter who it was, he would either not attack or leave no room for maneuver in the future battles.    

He would not give anyone else a chance to turn the tables.    

"Qin Ming, go to hell!"    

Although only half of his body was left, Saint Lord was still full of confidence. He was a Peak of Martial Monarch. He had a noble bloodline, and his body was comparable to a divine weapon.    

Now that he knew about Qin Ming's attack, he would no longer be restricted by them.    

Qin Ming's attack would never hit him again.    

However, the Middle Period of Martial Monarch Qin Ming was still no match for him!    

Looking at the half of the skeleton that was flying towards him with killing intent, Qin Ming smiled and said, "You won't have a chance anymore."    

As soon as he finished speaking, the Spiritual Energy on his body rushed towards the flames on Saint Lord's body.    

"Hua..."    

Nourished by Qin Ming's Spiritual Energy, the flames burned crazily and engulfed Saint Lord's body.    

"Ah..."    

In the flames, Saint Lord screamed. "Stop... I won't dare do it again. Qin Ming, stop!"    

Qin Ming did not care about the screaming Saint Lord. Instead, he increased the amount of Spiritual Energy he injected into the flames.    

"Huhuhu..."    

The flame burned even more fiercely.    

"I was wrong. I beg you, I won't dare to do it again. As long as you let me go, the entire world will be yours. I am willing to be your servant..."    

In the raging flames, Saint Lord begged for mercy. He fell from the sky and struggled in pain.    

"Go to hell!"    

Killing intent boiled in Qin Ming's eyes, but he didn't waver.    

"Qin Ming, I am Holy God's servant. If you kill me, even if you become Martial God, you will still die!"    

Seeing that begging for mercy was useless, Saint Lord changed to threatening.