Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Finally, Qin Ming was able to control his body slightly. He rushed to Holy God's side and threw a punch with great force.    

"Hmph..." Holy God smiled disdainfully and didn't even look at Qin Ming's punch.    

"Bang!"    

The punch landed on the invisible barrier and made a dull sound. Holy God's body only trembled a little.    

He lifted his leg and casually kicked. There was a mysterious force on it.    

Qin Ming wanted to dodge, but because he was not familiar with the body, although his brain had given the order, his body reacted half a beat slower.    

This kick landed solidly on Qin Ming's chest, causing him to fly backwards uncontrollably.    

Rubbing his chest, Qin Ming stood up and stared at Holy God with a serious expression.    

His will was firm, and it was because of his anger that he couldn't help but attack.    

This kick made him realize that he was just a newly advanced Martial God. No one knew how long his opponent had advanced to Martial God. His opponent was much stronger than him.    

Most importantly, his opponent was very familiar with Martial God's strength.    

He hadn't even gotten used to it, let alone Martial God's strength.    

"I never thought that your body would be so hard!" Holy God looked at Qin Ming, who stood up, with surprise in his eyes. "It seems like your talent is very high, and your bloodline is also very powerful after breaking through to the Origin Scholar."    

But that was all.    

No matter how amazing the bloodline awakened in an ordinary world was, how high could it be?    

"Origin Scholar?" Qin Ming was puzzled. Didn't he break through to Martial God?    

Why did Holy God say that he was an Origin Scholar?    

A soldier, one could tell that he was just a pawn.    

Seeing Qin Ming's puzzled expression, Holy God had a proud look on his face. He looked at Qin Ming with disdain. "Do you think it's amazing to break through to Martial God?"    

"Let me tell you the truth. The so-called Martial God in your world is just the lowest level Martial Cultivator in this world."    

"Furthermore, a Martial Cultivator can defeat you."    

"The only thing that can be proud of is that he has comprehended a Dao more than an ordinary Origin Scholar."    

"Is that so?" Qin Ming didn't believe Holy God's words at all. He raised his head and looked at the light screen, then let out a cold snort.    

Holy God wasn't in a hurry to kill him. It seemed like he was very confident in killing him.    

He wasn't worried that he would run away.    

It seemed like it was the effect of the light screen in front of him.    

Even without the light screen, he didn't plan to run away. Even if he had to die here today, he would make Holy God pay with his life.    

"You should be satisfied now that you know so much before you die." Holy God took a step forward and appeared in front of Qin Ming. He raised his leg and kicked at Qin Ming's chest.    

"I would like to see how hard your body is!"    

Looking at the swift kick, Qin Ming could not avoid it and suffered another blow.    

This kick was much heavier than the previous one.    

But Qin Ming only rubbed his chest and stood up.    

"Is that all?" Qin Ming looked at Holy God with disdain, trying to buy time.    

He wanted to adapt to the Martial God Stage as soon as possible.    

Only by doing so could he defeat Holy God. Otherwise, he wouldn't even have the qualifications to die together with Holy God.    

However... Holy God's kick was really nothing special.    

Holy God frowned. "Your body is really hard. Could it be that the awakened bloodline is related to body refining?"    

"However, no matter how hard it is, can it be compared to Source Device?"    

As he spoke, Holy God took out a dagger from his bosom.    

The dagger glowed with a cold light, and there was a stream of energy flowing on it.    

When he saw the dagger, What?    

It was obvious that this dagger was extraordinary. It wasn't something a divine weapon could compare with.    

No matter how hard his body was, it could not withstand the attack of this sharp blade. Ah...