Alchemy & Martial Supreme

All of the Poison Devils who were guarding the place were killed by Qin Ming, and their bodies were placed in the space of his mind. Naturally, they were unable to obtain the tokens.    

Without the tokens, no matter how strong one was, one would have to forcefully break the formation with brute force.    

Qin Ming was accumulating his strength, and he was already in the latter half of the process. He tried his best not to alarm the Poison Demon in purple.    

However, the Purple-Robed Poison Demon was worthy of being called a peerless martial artist. Even though Qin Ming was gathering his strength behind the formation, he was still able to sense the danger.    

"There's danger!" the Purple-Robed Poison Devil shouted. "It seems that Qin Ming is really inside the formation. You guys be careful!"    

As soon as the Purple-Robed Poison Devil finished speaking, everyone stopped attacking the formation and gathered around.    

They had never fought before, so they were unsure of Qin Ming's strength.    

However, since the Half-Zhizun Master Si Kousai valued Qin Ming so highly, it was easy to imagine that he must have extraordinary strength.    

Seeing that the purple-robed Poison Demon had already been discovered, Qin Ming had no choice but to launch an attack in advance.    

"Xixuan, activate the formation." Qin Ming shouted, and his eyes were firmly locked on the Purple-Robed Poison Devil as he charged toward him.    

Initially, Xuan wanted to persuade Qin Ming to give up on the idea. However, when she saw that he had already launched an attack, she cooperated with him to open the formation.    

After the Poison Devils retreated, their eyes remained fixed on the formation. When they saw that the formation had been opened, they looked vigilantly at Qin Ming, who was rushing out.    

"Qin Ming, it's really you!" The Purple-Robed Poison Devil was overjoyed when he saw Qin Ming's figure.    

He had guessed that Qin Ming was inside the formation.    

Other than Qin Ming, there was no human Martial Cultivator in the entire Yue Xuan world who had the strength to enter this place.    

However, he had only guessed it after all. Without seeing it with his own eyes, he felt somewhat uneasy.    

He had already sent his subordinate to report the matter here to the Half-Zhizun master. If the Half-Zhizun master arrived and found out that it wasn't Qin Ming, then he would definitely be punished.    

Fortunately, it was Qin Ming. He was sure that he would be rewarded by the Half-Zhizun expert.    

It was a great merit to be able to find traces of Qin Ming.    

However, before he could even laugh, he felt an extreme sense of danger.    

"How is this possible? Your strength is at most on par with mine, so how can you possibly threaten me?" The purple-clothed poison devil was taken aback.    

He had only felt danger through the formation just now, but he didn't feel any fatal danger.    

The situation was different now. Qin Ming had already rushed out of the formation, and his target was him. He could sense that if he didn't dodge, he would most likely be killed by Qin Ming.    

He had never felt such a sense of danger before.    

He had a feeling that as long as he was hit by Qin Ming, he would be severely wounded even if he didn't die.    

Being heavily injured here was no different from death.    

How could Qin Ming have such a powerful attack?    

The two of them were both beyond the realm of martial arts, and Qin Ming had yet to reach the Half-Zhizun realm. How could he possibly threaten his life?    

He couldn't figure it out, but he had to dodge now.    

Just as he was about to dodge, however, he realized that Qin Ming's Qi was firmly locked onto him. There was no way for him to dodge.    

Qin Ming had schemed to kill him, and his goal was completely focused on him. He didn't even look at the peerless Poison Devil next to him.    

Since Qin Ming was already targeting him, and it was impossible for him to block his attack, wouldn't he die without a doubt?    

When the Purple-Robed Poison Devil thought of this, a chill ran down its spine.    

"No, I can't die!" The Purple-Robed Poison Devil stared at Qin Ming's fist, and his mind raced as he tried to think of all kinds of solutions.