Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Qin Ming smiled faintly, "Arrogant? I don't think so."    

"Don't think that you are amazing just because you have broken through to the Martial Saint realm. We have eleven Martial Saint here." Wang Zhao stared at Qin Ming and said, "I advise you to surrender!"    

"I'm afraid that if we don't stop, we will kill you in an instant!"    

"Then come!" Qin Ming clenched his right hand into a fist and appeared in front of Wang Zhao with a quick step.    

So fast?    

Qin Ming's figure was like a flash of lightning. Except for Wang Zhenwei, no one else could keep up with him.    

"Get out of the way!" Wang Zhenwei's Qi was constantly on Qin Ming's body. The moment he noticed Qin Ming's movement, he instantly saw his target. He immediately knocked Wang Zhao away, and used both swords to block Qin Ming's powerful punch.    

"Hmph..."    

When Qin Ming saw that Wang Zhao was knocked away, he didn't attack him. Instead, he targeted Wang Zhenwei.    

A powerful and heavy punch transformed into a palm. There was a whistling sound coming from the palm. The Spiritual Energy was restrained, and there was a faint flash of light. When the palm hit the two swords, a dull sound was heard.    

Feeling the power coming from the two swords, he moved his hands slightly back, and the Spiritual Energy stuck to his palm, trying to cleverly neutralize Qin Ming's palm force.    

But was Qin Ming's strength that easy to neutralize?    

Layers of strength surged towards the two swords. Wang Zhenwei kept stepping back. With every step he took, there would be a crack on the limestone floor. With every step he took, his palm would tremble and he would take three steps back before the strength on the two swords completely dissipated.    

The swords in his hands kept vibrating and producing buzzing sounds. Wang Zhenwei stared at Qin Ming with a shocked expression.    

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. Qin Ming and Wang Zhenwei exchanged a blow. Only then did the Martial Saint realize what was happening. They held their weapons and rushed towards Qin Ming.    

"Stop!"    

Wang Zhenwei shouted to stop them, "Qin Ming is not someone you can deal with."    

"All of you, step back!"    

"None of you are allowed to interfere in my battle with Qin Ming. Even if I die, none of you are allowed to interfere, let alone avenge me."    

"patriarch!" Wang Zhao shouted. He placed his hand on the sword, unwilling to accept this outcome.    

Wang Zhenwei shouted, "Step back!"    

Putting away the sword, Wang Zhao and the rest of the Martial Saint unwillingly retreated to a safe distance.    

"You didn't have any idea about Qin Wu and Little Luo. In return, I won't kill them!"    

Seeing Wang Zhao and the others retreat, Qin Ming didn't stop them.    

"Thank you!" Wang Zhenwei stared at Qin Ming. He felt lucky that he did not attack the cultivation room.    

There was a formation in the cultivation room, which reflected the formation of the alchemy room. When attacking the formation of the cultivation room, there would be a reaction from the alchemy room.    

If they attacked the cultivation room and caused Qin Ming to go crazy, he didn't dare imagine what the consequences would be.    

He was a Martial Cultivator that specialized in speed. When he saw the corpse in the alchemy room, he could tell that Qin Ming was using a fist. His first reaction was that Qin Ming was a strength-type Martial Cultivator.    

He never thought that Qin Ming's speed would be so fast. Only he could keep up with Qin Ming's speed.    

If Qin Ming wanted to kill the other Martial Saint, he would not be able to stop him, and not a single Martial Saint would be able to escape from him.    

Initially, he had brought all his strength here to increase his chances of winning and prevent Qin Ming from escaping. He did not expect that he would become a burden instead.    

Fortunately, Qin Ming had no intention of attacking them.    

When he heard Qin Ming say that he would let them go, Wang Zhao felt a burning sensation on his face. Just now, he was trying to persuade the other party to surrender, but in the blink of an eye, the other party had shown mercy and spared his life.    

The other Martial Saint were also full of shame. Not only could they not help the patriarch, but they were also a burden.