Alchemy & Martial Supreme

He didn't have enough blood in his body right now, so let alone forging the flames, he needed to activate his bloodline power.    

Qin Ming shook his head. Rebuilding the flames was a matter for the future. Right now, the most important thing was to defeat Jiu Tu and all the Poison Demons within the city walls.    

Jiu Tu was sent flying by him, but he didn't die. He was only slightly injured.    

However, in the eyes of the others, Jiu Tu had been defeated by him with ease.    

As a result, the morale of the Poison Demons had dropped significantly.    

This was his goal.    

He wanted to gain the upper hand. He wanted to suppress Jiu Tu's aura so that he would never be able to make a comeback.    

He also wanted to lower the Poison Demon's morale so that they would be filled with fear of him.    

Qin Ming hoped that the Poison Demon would be more afraid of the human Martial Cultivators of the world of Yue Xuan.    

Unfortunately, this was impossible.    

On the contrary, the human Martial Cultivators of the world of Yue Xuan were very afraid of the Poison Demon.    

Previously, when the Poison Demon said that he was going to punish them with the Bloodthirst Punishment, many human Martial Cultivators secretly left the group.    

Qin Ming pretended not to see it.    

Because the Martial Cultivators of the alliance all knew his attitude towards leaving the Martial Cultivator, they did not stop him.    

This caused the morale of the team to drop a little.    

His punch just now had caused all of the morale to return, and it even surpassed it.    

Qin Ming's gaze was fixed on Jiu Tu, and he rushed forward without hesitation.    

When he saw Qin Ming rushing over, Jiu Tu, who had just regained his balance, immediately panicked.    

Qin Ming's punch had stunned him, and he was still in a daze.    

It turned out that Qin Ming's state of activating his bloodline was real.    

Qin Ming's martial arts abilities were far stronger than his own.    

Furthermore, Qin Ming was able to use the "Force" of his body refining while flying, and the power of his punch made him even more frightened.    

He originally had the determination to face death unflinchingly, and he was determined to leave a wound on Qin Ming's body at all costs.    

This determination was shattered by this punch.    

Tu Jiu now looked at Qin Ming with fear in his eyes.    

That punch made Jiu Tu feel as if a mountain was pressing down on him.    

Even if he tried his best, he wouldn't be able to resist.    

When he fought with Qin Ming, he felt a sense of powerlessness.    

This battle was not a game, and Qin Ming was going to kill him.    

Fear seized his heart when he thought of death.    

Jiu Tu was indeed worthy of being the leader of the elite Poison Demon. Even though he was scared to death, he did his best to deal with Qin Ming's attack.    

However, Jiu Tu was only focused on defense and had no intention of attacking.    

He took out another long sword from the Dimensional Ring and waved it vigorously as he panted.    

Jiu Tu had already attacked with all his strength, and he was somewhat flustered by Qin Ming's attack in front of him.    

Qin Ming had a lot more combat experience than he did.    

He was no match for Qin Ming at all.    

Qin Ming was in no hurry to attack and kill Jiu Tu when he saw him waving his long sword around.    

Instead, he chose to fight slowly.    

Therefore, the battlefield turned into a scene where Jiu Tu brandished his long sword quickly, afraid that Qin Ming's fist would get close to him.    

Sometimes Qin Ming would throw a punch, but most of the time, he would just stand there and watch Jiu Tu swing his long sword.    

Jiu Tu's desperate attacks were effective. At least for the time being, Qin Ming didn't attack him.    

However, everyone could see that Qin Ming had completely suppressed Jiu Tu.    

Many experts could tell that Qin Ming was playing with the Self-Condemnation Painting, and that he wasn't fighting with all his heart.    

At the moment, Jiu Tu was in a state of panic, and was consuming his physical strength for no reason. When his physical strength was almost exhausted, the battle would come to an end.