Alchemy & Martial Supreme

At this moment, Qin Ming's fist once again appeared in front of his eyes.    

The power of this attack was far inferior to the previous attack. However, with the current condition of Ghost Blade's body, it was extremely difficult for him to even raise his hand. There was no way he could block Qin Ming's attack, let alone dodge it.    

Even if the power of this attack wasn't as powerful as the previous one, if it hit him, killing him would be a piece of cake.    

"I admit defeat!" Gui Dao shouted without any hesitation.    

After shouting out these words hastily, it was as if Ghost Blade had lost all his strength. He collapsed onto the ground, unable to move.    

The recoil from Qin Ming's previous attack had already severely injured him. Without anyone's help, it would take at least a quarter of an hour for him to recover.    

He admitted defeat.    

Ghost Blade admitted defeat just like that, shocking many Martial Cultivator who did not know the truth.    

But what shocked them even more was that Qin Ming didn't stop because of Gui Dao's surrender. Instead, he continued to charge forward.    

"Stop!" A voice suddenly sounded. Sparrow Yang flew out from the crowd and shouted loudly.    

Qin Ming raised his eyelids and saw the murderous look in Sparrow Yang's eyes. The corner of his mouth curled up into a smile. Not only did he not stop like Sparrow Yang had said, he also increased his strength.    

"Bang..." His fist smashed onto Gui Dao's body, causing a large amount of blood to flow out from his mouth. Gui Dao looked at Qin Ming with a pair of dead fish eyes, and then at Que Yang below the arena. He died with everlasting regret.    

Before his death, gui Dao's eyes were filled with disbelief.    

Que Yang had clearly told Qin Ming to stop, but why did he still dare to kill him?    

Could it be that Qin Ming wasn't afraid of Que Yang?    

Qin Ming was really not afraid of Qiao Yang. After he killed Gui Dao, he fixed his gaze on Qiao Yang.    

"Good, good!" Looking at the dead Ghost Blade, the Sparrow Yang Qi trembled. Qin Ming actually dared to attack Ghost Blade after he stopped shouting. This was ridiculous.    

He didn't put him in his eyes at all.    

When he thought about how he would hand over the Sparrow Yang Tribe to the Yuan Family and become a servant of the Hao Yuan Chamber of Commerce, there would be even more Martial Cultivator that wouldn't care about him. Vermilion Bird Yang's heart was bleeding.    

New enmity plus old hatred, sparrow Yang hated Qin Ming to the bone.    

He pulled out the long sword at his waist, and his body was filled with fury.    

Seeing this scene, Qin Ming's face revealed a mocking smile. "What's wrong? Lord Wu Yang also wants to participate in the competition? Or is it that his scheme has been seen through and he has become angry from embarrassment and plans to personally kill me? "    

" I, Qin Ming, have always been cautious when doing things. I have never taken the initiative to offend anyone. I wonder how I offended you? "    

"Oh! I know. Perhaps I accidentally won the life-and-death battle with Yuan Long, causing you to lose a large amount of blackstone. That's why you vented your anger on me. "    

"It's just that... if I intentionally lost the battle, wouldn't that mean that most of the ordinary Martial Cultivator would lose all of their wealth?"    

When he heard Qin Ming's sarcastic remarks, qiao Yang felt as if his lungs were about to explode.    

The Martial Cultivator on the scene cheered and pointed at Qiao Yang, criticizing him.    

"As the leader of the tribe, besides scheming against us ordinary Martial Cultivator who have no backing, what else can we do?"    

"Hmph... When I entered the Diao Yang Tribe, I had already handed over the black stone. After all the tribes and cities paid the black stones, they would all bear the responsibility of protecting the Martial Cultivator. As for Sparrow Yang? Not only did he not protect us, he even let Yuan Long slaughter wantonly. He even planned to personally deal with the Martial Cultivator that paid the black stones. A tribe like this... What's the meaning of such a tribe's existence?"