Alchemy & Martial Supreme

"There are more and more Divine Beast Realm human Martial Cultivators being sent over, and more and more trash." The tall Poison Demon looked at the human Martial Cultivator in front of him with disdain and said disdainfully.    

Ever since they invaded the Supreme World, a steady stream of Divine Beast Realm human Fighters had been sent over.    

At first, they were very happy when they saw the human Divine Beast Realm captives. After all, they could increase the strength of their families.    

However, as more and more Divine Beast Realm Martial Cultivators were sent over, they began to nitpick the quality of the human Martial Cultivators.    

They threw some of the human Martial Cultivators who were too useless into the holy pond.    

Almost every day, one or two human Martial Cultivators would be thrown into the holy pond, and today, there was another one.    

"Wait, isn't that the trash human Martial Cultivator that we threw in yesterday? Why isn't he dead yet? "The short Poison Demon broke through and exclaimed.    

The tall Poison Demon paused for a moment and looked in the direction of the holy pond. As expected, he saw the human Martial Cultivator of the Divine Beast Realm that he had thrown into the holy pond yesterday, floating in the air above the holy pond.    

Yesterday, he was the one who personally threw him into the holy pond. He could still clearly remember that this human Martial Cultivator was crying and begging him.    

Because he had thrown many human Martial Cultivators into the holy pond, he was not interested in watching these human Martial Cultivators struggle in the holy pond, so he went back early to rest.    

How could he possibly come out?    

No one had ever come out from inside.    

However, it didn't matter. Even if he accidentally came out, he could just push it back in.    

"Trash, I didn't expect you to be able to get out from inside. This is a bit surprising to me. It's so good to die inside. Why do you have to suffer the blood-thirsty punishment again?" The tall Poison Demon shook his head and released his aura.    

Why was there only the two of them guarding the holy pond?    

Firstly, it was because the Sacred Pool was very strong and couldn't be damaged at all.    

Secondly, their cultivation had reached the peak stages of the Divine Beast Realm.    

He remembered that the human Martial Cultivator in front of him was only at the early stage of the Divine Beast Realm. He had a very weak personality, which was why he was thrown into the holy pond as trash.    

"Trash!" Hearing this title again, Wang Biliao thought of his past and a flame of anger ignited in his heart.    

"I hate it when others call me trash. Since the two of you are courting death, I will fulfill your wish!" Looking at the two Poison Demons, the hatred in Wang Biliao's heart erupted.    

Even though the two of them begged him in every possible way, the other party still pushed him into the blood pool, making him suffer a painful and bloodthirsty punishment.    

Luckily, his luck wasn't bad. Not only did he not die in the blood pond, he even obtained a great fortune.    

Although he didn't know what this fortune was or why he had the supreme bloodline, his strength was a hundred times stronger than before.    

Before this, he thought that these two poison demons at the peak of the Divine Beast Realm were invincible.    

But now he saw that these two didn't give him any pressure at all, as if they were ants that could be crushed to death at any moment.    

Seeing the hatred in Wang Biliao's eyes, the tall Poison Demon laughed. "What? You're not happy to be called trash? Do you think you're amazing just because you managed to escape from the sacred pool?"    

"Let me tell you, if you manage to escape from the sacred pool, you'll have to suffer another blood-thirsty punishment. If I were you, I would never be able to escape from the sacred pool."    

"What a waste of my time!"    

As he spoke, he casually threw the human Martial Cultivator on the ground and pulled out the sword in his hand.