Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Shrugging his shoulders, Qin Ming said with a smile, "That's what Demon Heart said. Now the blood in his heart has turned into a Devil Seeking Seal Talisman."    

"Haha..." The Martial Cultivator of the Cloud City Alliance laughed loudly. They looked at the Poison Devils with no fear in their eyes, as if they were looking at their spoils of war.    

Qin Ming had promised them that after killing the Poison Devil, all the spoils of war from the Poison Devil would belong to them.    

This group must have slaughtered a few cities, and they must have looted a lot of valuable things. If they killed these Poison Devils, they would definitely be able to find them.    

Furthermore, each Dragon Rank Poison Devil's heart blood was priceless. Qin Ming would buy them at market price.    

Just thinking about killing these Dragon Grade Poison Devils and obtaining their heart blood and Dimensional Ring made them excited.    

Looking at the surrounding Martial Cultivator laughing at them, the Ching Eagle clenched its fists tightly and smashed at them, furiously saying: "Who do you think you are? Each of you counts as one! You can't even take one of my attacks!"    

He turned his head around again and looked at Qin Ming. He said disdainfully, "Qin Ming, although the rumors say that you are very strong, you have no idea how strong the Devil Ancestor is."    

"Peak Dragon Realm Martial Cultivator is different from Peak Dragon Realm Martial Cultivator. Sometimes, two peak Dragon Realm Martial Cultivator have a huge difference in strength compared to Flood Dragon Realm and Dragon Realm."    

"You haven't even reached the Peak Dragon Realm yet. What qualifications do you have to compete with our Demon Ancestor?"    

The confidant behind the Ching Eagle also stood out at this time and mocked loudly. "Qin Ming, weren't you injured by the Demon Ancestor earlier? Weren't you seriously injured and dying?"    

"What's wrong? Have you forgotten the pain now that you've recovered?"    

Qin Ming nodded slightly and smiled indifferently. "That's right. I was indeed injured by the devil ancestor."    

"But... at that time, my martial arts realm was only at the Flood Dragon Realm."    

"For a Flood Dragon Realm Martial Cultivator to be able to escape from the hands of the Devil Ancestor who you admire so much, it doesn't mean that the Devil Ancestor's strength is too weak. He can't even kill a Flood Dragon Realm Martial Cultivator?"    

"Oh, that's right. Not only did I escape, I even destroyed the Poison Demon Saint Blood that the Demon Ancestor regarded as his life!"    

As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of all the Poison Devils changed dramatically. Their eyes were filled with killing intent as they looked at Qin Ming.    

Most of the Poison Devils here had broken through to the Flood Dragon Realm because of the Poison Devil Saint Blood.    

They didn't know that using the Poison Devil's Divine Blood to break through to the next realm would only allow them to live for ten years.    

Therefore, in their hearts, the Poison Demon's Divine Blood that could allow them to break through in a very short period of time was considered a peerless treasure and a benefactor.    

As for Qin Ming, he was the one who destroyed this treasure. If the Poison Devil Saint Blood wasn't destroyed, how powerful would it be?    

Thinking of this, the Poison Devils wished they could devour Qin Ming alive.    

Looking at the vicious eyes of the Poison Devil Martial Cultivator, Qin Ming didn't care at all. His eyes shifted back to the Ching Eagle. He said with a faint smile. "The people raised by the Demon Ancestor are really trash after trash."    

"The Demon Heart was killed by me in two moves. As for you..."    

Qin Ming sized up the Ching Eagle from top to bottom and said with contempt. "You can't even withstand one strike from me."    

"If I attack with all my strength, I estimate that you will be dead in just one strike."    

After saying that, Qin Ming raised his fist and rubbed it as if nothing had happened. He didn't put the Ching Eagle in his eyes at all.    

The other Martial Cultivator of Cloud City Alliance were very confident in Qin Ming. Looking at the tall and sturdy body of the Ching Eagle, one could tell that he was very strong. However, no matter how strong he was, he was still a match for Qin Ming.    

There was no need for them to worry. Naturally, they would not take the Ching Eagle seriously.