Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Wang Biluo sat in the center of the room, cultivating with his eyes closed. Countless black gas was being emitted from his body.    

In a corner of the basement, there were a few green plants that had already withered.    

Even the ordinary grass that had extremely strong vitality in the plates had withered to death.    

Feeling that someone was approaching, Wang Biluo suddenly opened his eyes.    

"Come in." Wang Biluo's cold voice sounded.    

His voice was emotionless, but when it was heard by the people outside the door, it was like a voice coming from the depths of hell. It made him shiver.    

A Martial Cultivator in black clothes walked in. Feeling the black gas in the air, he immediately held his breath.    

"Master, all the half-step Martial Cultivators of the clan have left. They have taken away many of the elite Poison Demons and are attacking the Exalted World!" The black-clothed Martial Cultivator knelt on the ground and said fearfully.    

He did not even dare to breathe loudly, waiting for Wang Biluo's instructions.    

In this underground room, there was a bright red pond, which was emitting extremely dense resentment.    

He had personally seen Wang Biluo throw his companions into the pond when he was in a bad mood.    

Wang Biluo was capricious. If he was unhappy, he would punish them without hesitation.    

Sometimes, death was a luxury. The most cruel thing was to live a life worse than death.    

Even when facing the other half-step Martial Cultivators of the clan, they did not give him such a great pressure.    

The other Half-Zhizun experts treated them like human beings.    

Sometimes, they would use them, but at least they would give them a way to live.    

As long as they did things well, they would even be rewarded.    

Some people were even lucky enough to be accepted by a Half-Zhizun expert as a subordinate, and they would soar to the top.    

And every time he faced Wang Biluo, he did not seek to soar to the top, but only to survive.    

In Wang Biluo's eyes, he could see that the other party did not treat him as a human being at all.    

It was as if he was a dead object.    

He treated him like a tool.    

If he felt that he was no longer useful, he would just throw him away.    

Moreover, it was very likely that he would be used as a waste and thrown into the Sacred Pool behind him. He would be tortured to death and turned into the energy and resentment of the Sacred Pool.    

"I want to know whether the Half-Zhizun left the family or not. I want to know the information about the Supreme World!"    

"Give me the information about the Supreme World now, or you will die!" Wang Biluo said fiercely.    

The black-clothed Martial Cultivator shuddered and hurriedly said, "Only a small number of people from the family have returned from the Supreme World."    

"Because I can't reveal the identity of the lord, I can only inquire about the information from the side. I only know that Qin Ming appeared in the Supreme World and fought with Qi Changqing. Lord Qi Changqing was injured, but he recovered after using a treasure."    

"Hmm?" Wang Biluo raised his eyebrows. His originally expressionless face now had a slight smile. "Where is Qin Ming now? Is he dead in Qi Changqing's hands?"    

He wanted to end Qin Ming's life with his own hands.    

He even wanted to throw Qin Ming into the Sacred Pool and let him suffer the torture of the Sacred Pool for the rest of his life.    

He wanted to know more about Qin Ming. Now that he had obtained more information about Qin Ming, he was in a good mood.    

Originally, he planned to throw Qin Ming into the Sacred Lake and listen to the sound of the person howling in extreme pain.    

It seemed that his luck was not bad. Today, he had avoided a calamity.    

"Sir, Qin Ming is at the periphery of the Supreme Realm!" The black-clothed Martial Cultivator hurriedly said, "Qin Ming is not a match for Qi Changqing. He brought many human Martial Cultivators to the periphery of the Supreme Realm."