Alchemy & Martial Supreme

When the peak Divine Beast level Poison Devil saw that Qin Ming was chasing after him relentlessly, it secretly complained in its heart.    

Why was Qin Ming so insistent on chasing him?    

He wasn't particularly strong and didn't have a high status in the Poison Demon Clan. He didn't think there was anything special about him.    

"Qin Ming, you can let me go. There is no point in chasing after them like this. Why don't you kill them? Some of them are much more talented than me!" The peak Divine Beast realm Poison Demon smiled bitterly and begged for mercy.    

He had no idea how many more punches he would be able to take from Qin Ming. He knew that even if he used a weapon to block it, he wouldn't be able to keep doing so.    

His arm was already broken. If he continued to block, his arm might break into two.    

"You must die today!" Qin Ming's eyes were boiling with killing intent.    

The peak Divine Beast, the Poison Devil, instantly understood what was going on when he saw the murderous intent burning in Qin Ming's eyes.    

It was possible that he had just exposed Qin Ming's identity, which was why Qin Ming hated him so much that he wanted to kill him to vent his anger.    

Had he known about this earlier, he would have stopped blabbering and asked the other Poison Devils to help him block Qin Ming. This way, Qin Ming's attention would be drawn to the rest of the Poison Devils, and he would not be pursued.    

"What are you waiting for? Stop Qin Ming at once! If I die, you will suffer the most painful torture in the world!" The Divine Beast Realm Poison Demon commanded in a loud voice. When he saw Qin Ming's attack, he was so shocked that his subordinates stopped moving.    

How could he have survived if they hadn't stopped Qin Ming?    

He didn't care how many Poison Demons Qin Ming had killed. All he cared about was whether or not he could survive.    

After witnessing Qin Ming's strength, the poison devils moved much slower than before. And because of this, Qin Ming was able to catch up with the fleeing Poison Devil at the peak of the Divine Beast Realm.    

Qin Ming raised his fist high, as if he were trying to concentrate all his anger on it.    

The peak stage Divine Beast, the Poison Demon, clenched its teeth when it sensed Qin Ming's aura. It turned around once again, and held the large blade in front of its body.    

It was ready to resist the recoil, and it was also ready to continue running.    

Qin Ming kept his eyes on him. The other peak Divine Beast Poison Devils would never attack him unless they were stupid enough to do so.    

He didn't have the authority to order the other peak Divine Beast level poison devils, so no one could help him stop Qin Ming.    

As long as Qin Ming continued to pursue him, he would die without a doubt!    

The peak of the Divine Beast Realm, the Poison Devil, had a bitter expression on its face. It wanted to slap itself twice. How could it provoke Qin Ming?    

If he had known this would happen, he would have fled the moment he saw Qin Ming's shadow.    

"This punch seems to be different from the ones before!" The peak of the Divine Beast realm, the Poison Demon, watched as Qin Ming's fist slowly enlarged in front of his face, and his heart began to race.    

He had a feeling that the power of this fist was not something that could be compared to before.    

He didn't want to take Qin Ming's punch head on. He wanted to dodge it.    

But it was too late!    

Qin Ming's fist had already landed on his large blade.    

He felt as if there was a mountain pressing down on him. The unstoppable force made it impossible for him to hold the blade in his hand. The powerful recoil directly shattered the web between his thumb and index finger.    

A fist mark appeared on the back of the blade. At the same time, the blade fell off and Qin Ming's fist landed on his body.