Alchemy & Martial Supreme

There wasn't much energy left in his blood!    

Qin Ming frowned and withdrew from the state of activating the energy in his blood.    

The moment he withdrew, he felt his body become empty. A lot of the energy in his body had disappeared.    

Only by stimulating the energy in his blood again would he be able to feel enriched again.    

"My current strength should be on par with the Zhulong whose strength surpasses the peerless Zhulong Beast. If I hadn't stimulated the blood in my body, it would be nearly impossible for me to kill Huan Haoran, who is protected by the Zhulong Beast."    

"It looks like my martial strength is not strong enough. I still need to continue improving!"    

Qin Ming was not in a hurry. His current cultivation realm was only at the Late Divine Beast Realm. When his martial cultivation realm reached the peak of the Divine Beast Realm, his strength would increase by a level.    

Apart from that, there was also room for his body refining realm to continue improving. When his body refinement and comprehension of the Great Dao reached the peak of the Divine Beast Realm, even if he didn't stimulate the energy in his blood, his strength was still on par with the current state of stimulating the blood energy.    

Qin Ming felt that it was not that he was not strong enough, but that his strength surpassed the peerless Zhulong Beast. His strength was truly too strong, and he did not have any weaknesses.    

As long as the Zhulong Beast had a weakness in one aspect, it would be much easier for him to defeat it.    

Qin Ming shook his head. He still wanted to ask about some information about the Poison Demon Family, but after withdrawing from the state of activating his blood energy, the aura on his body had weakened significantly.    

Although his aura could still suppress the short haired Poison Demon Martial Cultivator, it was unrealistic to make him lose his mind.    

Furthermore, after realizing that he had lost his mind and said some things that he shouldn't have said, the short haired Poisonous Demon Martial Cultivator's current state was very strange.    

"Qin Ming! You only know how to use these lowly tricks. If you have the ability, you can directly go to war with our Poison Demon Family!" The short-haired Poison Demon Martial Cultivator looked at Qin Ming with red eyes.    

His loyalty to the Poison Demon Clan had actually suppressed the fear in his heart. He pulled out the sword in his hand and launched an attack at Qin Ming.    

The short-haired Poisonous Demon Martial Cultivator had already sensed that Qin Ming's strength had been greatly reduced. Perhaps it was because Qin Ming had used a secret technique that he had the strength to defeat the Torch Dragon head-on.    

Secret techniques had side effects. Currently, Qin Ming should be in a state of side effects. No one knew how much strength he still had left.    

If Qin Ming was in a weakened state now, he would kill Qin Ming and bring him back to the family. He would definitely be rewarded handsomely.    

Although it was impossible for him to become the patriarch, it was easy for him to become an elder of the family.    

The short-haired Poisonous Demon Martial Cultivator decisively attacked Qin Ming. The sword in his hand kept moving. Green poisonous smoke surrounded the sword.    

This was the Great Dao of Poison. Apart from increasing its power, it could also poison the enemy.    

With his understanding of the Great Dao of Poison, even if it was a Martial Cultivator that had reached the pinnacle of martial arts, he would still need to consume the Detoxification Pill if it was cut by his sword.    

"You're courting death!" Seeing the short-haired Poison Demon Martial Cultivator attack, Qin Ming did not hold back. He raised his fist and punched the opponent.    

With the protection of the raging flames, his fist could directly clash with the longsword.    

The speed of his attack was far from what the short-haired Poisonous Demon Martial Cultivator could compare with. With just one move, Qin Ming sent his sword flying.    

Qin Ming did not hold back. Instead, he punched the short haired Poison Demon Martial Cultivator in the chest. A hole instantly appeared in his chest.    

Looking at the big hole in his chest, the short haired Poison Demon Martial Cultivator looked at Qin Ming with resentment and fell to the ground.