Alchemy & Martial Supreme

After all, Saint Lord was a Peak of Martial Monarch.    

How could he not dodge his probing attack?    

"Bang!"    

The punch landed on Saint Lord's skeleton, but it was not as he had expected. He was sent flying by the punch.    

Qin Ming's heavy punch only made Saint Lord's body sway slightly.    

"Is that all?"    

He turned around unhurriedly and looked at Qin Ming. "With just this little bit of strength, you want to shamelessly use your own strength to break through Martial God?"    

Hearing Saint Lord's mocking words, Qin Ming understood that it wasn't because he couldn't avoid it, but because he didn't want to.    

"How can you be so strong? How is that possible?" Qin Ming's expression turned ugly. He had thought that there would be a huge gap between him and a Peak of Martial Monarch, but he had never thought that the gap would be so huge.    

Perhaps, even if he attacked with all his strength, he still wouldn't be able to win.    

"It's not that I'm strong, it's just that you're too weak. You're just looking at the sky from the bottom of a well." Saint Lord shook his head. With the blade in his hand, he slashed at Qin Ming who was standing very close to him.    

He didn't seem to be serious about it. He just casually swung the saber at an incredible speed. Just as he swung the saber, the blade was already in front of Qin Ming. The razor sharp saber light shook his mind.    

"Peng..."    

Qin Ming used a fist. He was the fastest among all the weapons.    

Although the blade was very fast, he was always on guard. The moment Saint Lord attacked, Qin Ming followed suit and blocked the attack.    

However, it didn't seem to have much strength. It didn't even use its full strength. It sent Qin Ming flying and fell into the hole created by Yun Xiatian.    

"Cough cough..." Lying on the ground, Qin Ming coughed violently. As he coughed, blood flowed out of his mouth.    

Although he had managed to block the attack just now, the force of the blade had still injured him.    

Qin Ming had never lost to anyone in terms of strength.    

This time, he had a taste of being crushed by strength.    

This feeling was very unpleasant.    

His strongest point was that he was easily defeated by his opponent. Even though Qin Ming had a strong mind, he still felt somewhat depressed in his heart.    

He even began to doubt himself.    

He took out a Perfect Heart-nourishing Pill from his interspatial Dimensional Ring and quickly swallowed it. Then, he raised his head and looked at Saint Lord, who was still standing there, with a face full of shock.    

His scorpion mask was very ferocious. He just looked at Qin Ming without any intention of attacking him while Qin Ming was seriously injured.    

It seemed that in his heart, Qin Ming was like an ant that could be stomped to death at any time.    

"Now you know what a true expert is?" Saint Lord patted the bones on his body. His voice was filled with infatuation. "Only this body is the most perfect."    

"Your body refinement strength is indeed not bad. It is the strongest Martial Cultivator I have ever seen."    

"But, no matter how strong it is, there is a limit."    

"Mortal's limit."    

" Only by breaking through the shackles of mortals and replacing the bloodline in your body will you be able to stand at a higher level. "    

In his words, Saint Lord felt deeply proud that he had Holy God's blood on him.    

"Bloodline?" In the pit, Qin Ming's face was somewhat gloomy.    

He thought of Jiyue and Hong Family.    

They were all people with bloodlines. Even if they didn't cultivate their bodies, their bodies would still become extremely strong.    

The reason why he was stronger than them was because of his willpower and pill. He had worked hard to train them bit by bit.    

Right now, the bloodline in Saint Lord's body was obviously of a higher grade than that of Jiyue and the Hong Family. At least in terms of body refinement, it was completely incomparable to the bloodline of Jiyue and the Hong Family.    

Thinking about it, there were countless Martial Cultivator on the continent that envied these people with bloodlines.    

Qin Ming felt a little disheartened that his hard work and training had been suppressed by Saint Lord's bloodline.    

He had suffered so much, but he still could not compare to those who possessed high-grade bloodlines.    

Just like the children of ordinary families, no matter how hard they worked, they could not catch up to the children of top powers.    

No, there must be a source for all bloodlines. It was very likely that those bloodlines belonged to those who didn't have bloodlines. Through their own efforts, they finally broke through to Martial God, cleansed themselves, and awakened their own bloodlines.    

If we, the Martial Cultivator, want bloodlines, we should awaken ourselves.    

The Martial Cultivator only relies on ourselves!    

Thinking of this, all of Qin Ming's frustration disappeared. He stood up and looked at Saint Lord with fighting spirit. "No matter how strong the blood in your body is, it still isn't yours."    

"I believe that with my blood, I will be able to lay the foundation for my path to the peak of Martial Cultivator."    

"That bullshit Evil God, if I can give you the bloodline, I can take it back."    

"Only by relying on myself can I truly rely on myself."    

"Martial Cultivator never accepts charity!"    

Hearing this, Saint Lord was furious.    

Qin Ming actually dared to scold Holy God. He dared to say that the bloodline in his body came from charity. This was like putting the thing he was most proud of under his feet.    

"Qin Ming, you are courting death!" Saint Lord's killing intent covered Qin Ming's entire body. "If it wasn't for Holy God asking me to recruit you, I could have ended your life with that move just now."    

"I will give you one last chance. Do you want to join us?"    

"The lowly dignity of the Martial Cultivator and the pride in your heart must be alive in order to have any meaning."    

"If your life is no longer in your hands, what's the use of all this?"    

"Haha..." Qin Ming, who was enveloped by a terrifying killing intent, burst into laughter. "I have suffered a lot in my life, and I have suffered a lot of hardships."    

"I have suffered so much, and I have suffered so much. What is the purpose of this?"    

"For the sake of living with dignity."    

"I don't even have dignity, what's the point of living?"    

Qin Ming gave Saint Lord a contemptuous look and said passionately, "Don't say that you want to be Holy God's subordinate. Even if you don't want to be Holy God's subordinate, he will give me his bloodline. I don't want it either."    

"If you live like this, I might as well die."    

Hearing Qin Ming's words, the Sacred Lord shook his head with pity. "Since ancient times, you are the most talented person I have ever seen."    

"To be honest, I really don't want you to die."    

"But since you are so stubborn, I can only fulfill your wish."    

Qin Ming clenched his fist tightly. The tiny red particles in the sky seemed to have sensed the tense atmosphere as they danced around him.    

As the Spiritual Energy on his body gathered, the red tiny particles merged into it and turned into a light red color.    

"Oh?" Seeing that the Spiritual Energy on Qin Ming's body turned red, Saint Lord was surprised and said, "Interesting."    

In his eyes, Qin Ming was just an ant. Now, he had only become a little bigger.    

"Fight!"    

Qin Ming had never taken the initiative to fight. Instead, he liked to take the initiative to attack. It was the same even when facing a terrifying enemy like Saint Lord.    

Stepping on the light red Spiritual Energy, Qin Ming's steps were erratic and his eyes were focused.    

Such an enemy was the only strong enemy he had ever seen in his life. Once he attacked, he used his full strength.