Alchemy & Martial Supreme

"There must be something detestable about pitiful people. Your father's life is his life, and the lives of those Martial Cultivator are also his life."    

"If you hadn't killed them, and then you chose to reconcile with me, and even took the initiative to fight with the Poison Demon Faction, I wouldn't have chosen to kill you."    

"Haha..." Huantian threw his head back and roared with laughter. The more he laughed, the crazier he became. "The lives of those Martial Cultivator are nothing. No matter how many of them die, it doesn't matter."    

"Their lives are cheap. How can they be compared to my father?"    

"Do you know how wise my father is?"    

"Do you know how much my father has done for me?"    

"You actually dare to kill him, you actually dare to kill him!"    

"Today, I want you to die!"    

"Ignorant." Qin Ming summoned the flames in his heart, but there was no movement.    

Only now did he realize that the flames couldn't withstand the attack of an attack that surpassed the Dragon Realm when he was fighting against Zhao Tian.    

"Hmph..." Helpless, Qin Ming could only take out an ordinary Source Device Glove from his interspatial Dimensional Ring.    

As the Cloud City Alliance's Alliance Master and the actual ruler of the Skydragon World, wanting a weapon was naturally very easy.    

"Die!" Just as Qin Ming put on his boxing gloves, summoning the heavens had already rushed over. The sword in his hand suddenly stabbed towards Qin Ming's chest. The sword carried a thick Great Dao of Fire and was surrounded by a large amount of Origin Qi.    

"Wind and Fire Dao." Qin Ming's expression changed when he saw the powerful Qi on the silver sword. He became even more cautious. He used all of his strength and attacked the sword with his strongest attack.    

"Bang! The long sword collided with the fist, producing a loud sound. Countless trees were destroyed by the powerful impact, turning into dust and flying everywhere.    

At the point of collision, a large hole appeared in the stone ground, as if a huge object had smashed into it.    

Qin Ming and Huantian both took three steps back. Qin Ming walked on his own, looking at Huantian with a face full of shock.    

"You... How can your strength change so much?"    

Cultivating the Martial Cultivator required one to accumulate it day by day. Unless one broke through the realm of martial arts, it was very difficult to increase one's strength by a large margin in a short period of time.    

Huantian's Martial Dao Realm had already reached the peak of the Dragon Realm. If he wanted to increase it by a large margin, there was only one way to break through to the Dragon Realm.    

Obviously, it was impossible for him to break through to the Dragon Realm. If he did, he would be expelled from the Skydragon World by now.    

There was only one possibility. He had absorbed the Martial Cultivator.    

This was the power of eating talents.    

Qin Ming's expression was gloomy. "How many people did you and your father kill?"    

"You said those peak Dragon Realm Martial Cultivator that consumed the Perfect Nirvana Pill?" Zhao Tian tilted his head and asked.    

"Yes, how many people did you kill?" Qin Ming asked again. When he saw the nonchalant look on Zhao Tian's face, he became even angrier.    

"Not much, just thirty thousand people." Huantian shrugged and said in a relaxed tone, as if he had just killed thirty thousand chickens.    

No, even if he killed thirty thousand chickens, people would still be affected.    

And looking at Zhao Tian, it didn't seem to matter even if he killed thirty thousand chickens.    

"Thirty thousand!" Qin Ming's heart trembled.    

Even after the battle with the Poisonous Demon Faction until now, not thirty thousand Dragon Realm experts had died.    

Those thirty thousand people had died just like that, without knowing why.    

Killing intent towards Zhao Tian had never been felt before.    

"Hate?" Seeing the hatred in Qin Ming's eyes, zhao Tian felt unprecedentedly relaxed. There was nothing that could make his enemy feel better.