Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Blood oozed out of Qin Ming's skin, and he let out a painful scream.    

"He's going to die anyway. Kneel down!"    

"It's hard for me to endure. As long as I kneel down, all of this pain will vanish into thin air."    

Suddenly, a voice rose from the bottom of his heart, urging Qin Ming to give up.    

"You can't give up. You are a Martial Cultivator."    

"The Martial Cultivator should press forward with indomitable will."    

"Even if I die, I can't kneel down."    

Another voice rang out from within Qin Ming's body.    

"Even if I die, i... can't yield."    

"In this world, there is only the standing Qin Ming, the dead Qin Ming, and the kneeling Qin Ming."    

The raging fire in Qin Ming's heart was burning. His eyes were staring at the Scorpion Soul in front of him.    

No matter how painful it was, he would not yield.    

Sensing the tough aura that was lingering on Qin Ming's body, the Scorpion Soul's face turned ugly. He never thought that Qin Ming would be so difficult to deal with. He had already used all of his strength.    

Using one's Qi in an attack would consume a lot of Spiritual Energy and Dao energy.    

However, he was still a Martial Emperor. Even if he could crush Qin Ming to death, it would not only consume his Spiritual Energy.    

"Bang, bang, bang..."    

Qin Ming felt as if he had closed his eyes for a while, and his heart was beating violently, as if it was going to explode.    

"This won't do. If this continues, my body won't be able to withstand it!"    

Qin Ming was a soul body dual cultivator, and his body was extremely tough.    

However, he was only an Omnipotent Expert of Martial Saint, and the strength of his body didn't exceed the limits of the Omnipotent Expert of Martial Saint. He was being suppressed by the full power of a Martial Emperor, and was on the verge of collapsing and exploding.    

"I'll just die like this..."    

He had already given up on resisting. With two Martial Emperor attacking him together, so what if he could resist the Qi?    

He would still die.    

What was the difference between dying like this?    

Right at this moment, in Qin Ming's divine soul space... The drop of liquid that was as black as blood suddenly trembled slightly for a moment.    

The vertical eye on his forehead was uncontrolled and opened by Qin Ming.    

"Whoosh...."    

The imposing manner that was like a dark cloud pressing down on Qin Ming's head instantly vanished, as if it had never happened before.    

Qin Ming felt his entire body lighten up, and all the pressure he felt was gone.    

He couldn't help but touch it. He touched the Vertical Eye on his forehead. It was as smooth as a mirror, and the Vertical Eye was already closed.    

"This... What's going on?"    

Suddenly, his aura was forced back. The Scorpion Soul's chest felt stuffy, and some blood flowed out uncontrollably from its mouth.    

Just now, he felt as if his aura had come into contact with an entire world, and was forcefully pushed back.    

This was something he had never encountered before, and he had never even heard of it.    

Seeing the Scorpion Soul injured, Yun Xiatian slightly opened her red lips, and her heart was filled with shock.    

The Scorpion Soul was a Martial Emperor, a supreme Martial Emperor. How could it be injured?    

Furthermore, he was only using his Qi. Even if his Qi was no match for it, he wouldn't be injured.    

Could it be that Qin Ming's Qi had injured the Scorpion Soul?    

Impossible!    

Unless... Unless Qin Ming was Martial God.    

Only Martial God could injure a Martial Emperor with just his Qi alone.    

Qin Ming was Martial God. They had all died a long time ago. It was impossible!    

"Scorpion Soul, what's wrong with you?" Old Woman frowned. "You can't even deal with a kid. You are really getting more and more alive."    

"If you can't interrogate him, I will kill him!"    

She looked at Qin Ming with surprise and doubt. The Scorpion Soul could not figure out what had happened just now.    

It wanted to use its Qi again, but it was also worried that it would get hurt again.    

It did not use its Qi to suppress Qin Ming, making him feel afraid. Even if it caught him and tortured him, with Qin Ming's stubborn will, he would not give in, nor would he reveal any information.    

"Forget it, I'll just kill Qin Ming."    

"I believe that things that can harm the Scorpion Soul are extremely rare. As long as I kill Qin Ming, this kind of thing shouldn't happen again."    

Old Woman nodded her head when she heard this. "I am also curious about what kind of treasure can harm the Scorpion Soul."    

"I believe that if we kill Qin Ming, we should be able to find the treasure from his Dimensional Ring."    

The two of them had decided Qin Ming's life and death in their words.    

Regarding their words, Qin Ming could only admit defeat. Today, he was going to die for sure. He never thought that Martial Emperor would be so strong. Even if it was his Qi, if it wasn't for the help of his Heavenly Eye, he wouldn't have been able to withstand it.    

However...    

"You're just trying to take my life. It has nothing to do with the others. I'll just stand here obediently and let the others go."    

"Qin Ming!" Xuan Ming and Cang Yu were touched. "We came together. If we want to die, we will die together."    

"No one from the Martial God Sect abandoned their teammates and lived."    

"Yes!" The disciples of the Martial God Sect were all excited. "It's worth it to die fighting a Martial Emperor in this lifetime!"    

The newly recruited disciples of the Elite Martial Saint didn't say anything, but they held their weapons tightly, which explained everything.    

Looking at all of this, Old Woman let out an unpleasant laugh like the cry of a duck. "Since all of you want to die together, I will fulfill your wish."    

Yun Xiatian, who was standing behind, narrowed her eyes and stared at Qin Ming, looking forward to his dismembered corpse.    

She had suffered more than once in Qin Ming's hands. This time, with the presence of two Martial Emperor warriors, Qin Ming would die without a doubt.    

"Swoosh..."    

Old Woman took out a thin sword that was curved like a snake from her Dimensional Ring. It was covered with Spiritual Energy, and there was even a trace of Dao lingering on it.    

She slowly walked towards the crowd, step by step, without any imposing manner on her body.    

But just like that, step by step, she let out soft footsteps, as if she was stepping on the heart of everyone.    

With her sword raised, Old Woman could not even look at this group of people. Her heart was filled with contempt.    

"Heavenly Sword Pattern."    

With a soft shout, the curved thin sword flew up and a terrifying pressure came from the sword. This was the pressure that belonged solely to the Martial Emperor.    

They had nowhere to run!    

They felt a powerful force that they could not resist.    

Everyone's eyes were filled with despair.    

Only Qin Ming was holding his hands tightly. His hands were filled with fiery-red Spiritual Energy, and tiny red particles were swimming around within them.    

His eyes were staring at Old Woman, and they were filled with killing intent.    

"Interesting."    

Seeing Qin Ming's murderous eyes, Old Woman's face carried a trace of playfulness. Those deep wrinkles were squeezed together.    

"Kill!"    

She lightly spat out a word and the thin sword in the air rotated gently. Along with the rotation, there was a Spiritual Energy that wrapped around it like armor.    

For a moment, the thin sword became as big as a mountain, bringing a heavier pressure to everyone.    

"Sou..."    

Although it swelled up, its movement speed was extremely fast. Like a bolt of lightning, it carried a sky-pouncing aura as it pressed down towards Qin Ming and the others.    

Just as everyone thought that they would be crushed to death by this thin sword, a furious roar came from afar.    

"Don't hurt my son!"    

Along with this angry roar, what followed was a huge staff.    

The long staff looked rusty, but the power it carried was not to be underestimated.    

With just a sweep, the curved thin sword was swept away and returned to Old Woman's hand.    

"Father!"    

Hearing the voice, a smile appeared on Jiyue's face.    

After the long stick swept away the thin sword, it drew an arc in the air and landed in the hands of the middle-aged man in white clothes.