Alchemy & Martial Supreme

He knew this would happen.    

Qin Ming's expression turned ugly when he heard Holy God's laughter.    

"I can't break the light barrier around him."    

"In other words, all my attacks are useless against him."    

"And the dagger in his hand is clearly not someone to be trifled with. If you don't pay attention to it, you'll die"    

His attacks were useless against his opponent, but if his opponent casually attacked him, he would have to be extremely careful.    

This battle was truly too unfair.    

"What should I do?"    

"How should we break the barrier?"    

Qin Ming was so anxious that his forehead was covered in cold sweat. His brain was working quickly.    

"Oh right, heavenly Eye!"    

He thought of the indestructible Heavenly Eye.    

The Heavenly Eye's attacks never disappointed him.    

He had always been worried that the Heavenly Eye's attacks were too powerful, worried that he couldn't control its power.    

"Do I still have the Heavenly Eye now?"    

He reconstructed his body, the Heavenly Eye likely reconstructed as well.    

After breaking through to the Martial God Stage, the power he used was very different. His previous experience and innate ability might not be able to be used.    

Closing his eyes, Qin Ming focused his spiritual energy into his body.    

In an instant, he felt as if his spiritual energy had dried up.    

"It's not dried up, but the environment is different. The essence of power is different."    

"In the past when spiritual energy penetrated objects, it was as if it was penetrating water, but now it's changed to something even more profound, it's not something that my current spiritual energy can easily penetrate"    

Helpless, Qin Ming opened his eyes.    

Ever since he became Martial God and appeared here, he had not properly studied this world.    

It was just that he felt that this world was completely different from the original world.    

Just like in the past when he lived on land, but one day, he suddenly lived in water.    

It was even more different than the two of them.    

This was a very strange feeling.    

"It's just a last-ditch struggle." Holy God put the dagger in front of him and used Instant Step. The dagger in his hand danced out a blade and stabbed towards Qin Ming's chest.    

Facing Holy God's attack, Qin Ming's face became serious. He tried his best to control his body and moved one step to the side.    

Perhaps it was because of Qin Ming's hard work during this period of time, but this time he actually dodged Holy God's attack.    

Not only that, he clenched his fist tightly and threw it at Holy God's face.    

Facing Qin Ming's powerful punch and looking at his ferocious face, Holy God smiled.    

"Bang..."    

This punch was blocked by the protective screen on Holy God's body.    

At the same time, Holy God's attack also arrived. He used his dagger, liliao, to attack Qin Ming's neck.    

The dagger carried a thick source energy.    

"Block!"    

With widened eyes, Qin Ming retracted his arm and placed it horizontally in front of him.    

Finally, this attack was blocked by Qin Ming, but at the same time, the dagger cut through his arm, and blood kept flowing out.    

Ignoring the wound, Qin Ming hurriedly retreated with an ugly expression.    

Holy God did not take the opportunity to chase after him. He greedily licked the blood on the dagger and said with a ferocious expression:    

"I am not willing to become the Martial God that I have dreamed of, and I am going to die soon!"    

"Despair, pain! Cry!"    

"Haha..."    

Holy God felt that such a punishment must be very cruel to Qin Ming.    

A Martial Cultivator wanted to become Martial God. He had gone through countless life and death situations and hardships.    

He had just broken through to Martial God and reached the realm of martial arts that he had always dreamed of, and he was about to die. Everyone would be filled with grief and indignation.    

"Is it painful?" Qin Ming looked into the distance. He could sense that this was not his world.    

He was indeed in pain.    

It was not because he was about to die, but because he was sad and in pain for his world.