Alchemy & Martial Supreme

The Dao that Huantian had left in his body was the Dao of a Saint Beast expert. He would not be able to get rid of it in a short period of time.    

The Dao in his body could destroy his body at will, making him unable to move, let alone escape.    

Qin Ming used all the strength in his body, the veins on his forehead bulging. He wanted to raise his fist to attack, but he failed.    

Looking at Qin Ming glaring at him, he called out to the sky and laughed, "Qin Ming, stop struggling. With your strength, you are far from being a match for me."    

Qin Ming's strength was very strong, but there was a huge gap between them.    

Plus, his talent in martial arts had also reached the monstrous level. How could Qin Ming possibly defeat him?    

As long as he was careful, Qin Ming would have no chance of turning the tables.    

As he mocked Qin Ming, he controlled the drop of blood to enter Qin Ming's heart.    

As long as it entered Qin Ming's heart, it would turn all the blood in Qin Ming's body into the Poison Devil Bloodline.    

Feeling the unusual changes in his body, Qin Ming was very anxious.    

With his knowledge of bloodlines, of course he knew that this drop of foreign blood must not enter his heart.    

Qin Ming controlled the power of his Qi and blood to fight back against the blood. Unfortunately, the difference between the power of Qi and blood and the power of Heaven Summoning was too great, and it collapsed at once.    

The drop of blood moved very quickly in his body. Plus, the wound was already on his chest. It did not take long for it to break through the protection of Qin Ming's heart.    

"Ah!" Qin Ming roared in pain. The killing intent on his body had never been so violent before.    

Unfortunately, his body was corroded by the Dao that could summon the heavens. There was no way for him to attack or escape.    

"It's over!" Looking at Qin Ming's appearance, the surrounding Martial Cultivator knew that the matter was over.    

They could all see that Qin Ming no longer had the ability to resist.    

"Although Qin Ming is very strong and almost killed Zhao Tian, it's a pity that his cultivation realm is only at the Saint Beast realm. In the end, it's impossible for him to defeat Zhao Tian, who is also a monstrous talent."    

"Of course. If Zhao Tian's cultivation realm is only at the True Dragon realm, I don't think he would be a match for Qin Ming. However, there is a huge gap between them. Furthermore, in terms of talent in martial arts, the gap isn't too big. How could he win?"    

"I think that Zhao Tian is a little cruel. Since he has already defeated Qin Ming, I might as well kill him. Why should I torture him?"    

"I can understand. From their conversation just now, it seems like Qin Ming has killed Huantian's father. One should know that killing a father was different from killing a father. Torturing Qin Ming like this was also to relieve his hatred. "    

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The Martial Cultivator were feeling sorry for Qin Ming, and they also felt some sympathy for him.    

However, everyone knew that the battle had ended. Qin Ming was now a piece of meat on the chopping board. He could be chopped however he wanted.    

They didn't know that he was trying to control Qin Ming.    

After all, apart from the special ability of his bloodline, they had never heard of any other Martial Cultivator possessing such a special ability.    

Even Poison Demon needed to perform a ceremony. Only in the land of inheritance could a normal Martial Cultivator be turned into a Poison Demon.    

There had never been a Martial Cultivator that could directly inject its bloodline into another Martial Cultivator's body and completely control it.    

The surrounding audience only thought that Qin Ming was being tortured by Heaven Summoning.    

Although they couldn't bear it, they knew that this was something they couldn't interfere with.    

As for the Saint Beast Realm Martial Cultivator standing on the city wall, when they saw Heaven Summoning's actions below, they could not help but furrow their brows slightly.