Alchemy & Martial Supreme

A ball of black mist appeared in his hand.    

"I'm too heavily injured. It's not realistic to rely on myself to kill enough Martial Cultivators to heal my injuries, but as long as I use my resentment to kill people, the speed will be very fast." Wang Biluo's eyes carried an evil smile.    

He looked at the town in front of him as if he was looking at food.    

After breaking through to the half-step Supreme Realm of Martial Tao, the recovery speed of injuries would be very slow.    

Even if he killed human Martial Cultivators and absorbed the Blood Essence of the human Martial Cultivators, it would be able to heal his injuries.    

However, he had reached the half-step Supreme Realm of Martial Tao. If he wanted to completely heal himself, he would need to kill a lot of human Martial Cultivators.    

And now that he was injured, it was easy for him to kill a few Martial Cultivators, but it was not an easy task to kill until he was completely healed.    

With resentment, it was different.    

He did not need to do it himself. The resentment would help him.    

Moreover, the more people he killed, the thicker the resentment would be. At the same time, the speed at which he killed people would also be faster.    

Wang Biluo returned to the tavern with a smile.    

Seeing Wang Biluo return, most of the Martial Cultivators were silent like cicadas in winter. They looked at him in fear.    

Some of the human Martial Cultivators who had just entered the tavern did not know what had happened. They looked at Wang Biluo curiously.    

"Why are you all afraid of him?" A Martial Cultivator asked the person beside him in a low voice, "He is just a young man, and he has lost an arm."    

Broken arms were a sign of disability, and the strength of the person was greatly reduced. Such a Martial Cultivator did not need to be afraid no matter how strong he was.    

However, when the Martial Cultivator in front of him appeared, many people in the tavern looked at him with reverence.    

This was very incomprehensible.    

"Godly Beast Realm." The person beside him did not say much.    

When they heard the words "Godly Beast Realm", the surrounding people became much quieter.    

A Godly Beast Realm expert was indeed worthy of respect, but this respect was a bit excessive.    

At this moment, Wang B辽 spoke, "The owner of the tavern was killed by me. Because he was greedy, he brought humiliation to himself."    

After Wang B辽 finished speaking, the surrounding Martial Cultivators hurriedly said, "Good kill. Those who are greedy deserve to die!"    

Wang B辽 laughed, "Now the tavern is mine. Do you have any objections?"    

"No objections." The surrounding people hurriedly said.    

How could there be any objections?    

It was just a broken tavern, and they came here because they had nowhere to gather.    

Wang B辽 laughed and said, "Then you guys should pay the entrance fee."    

"Entrance fee?" The Martial Cultivators were all stunned.    

Especially the new Martial Cultivators, they asked, "What is the entrance fee? Are we going to pay for it when we come in?"    

Wang B辽 nodded and said, "That's right. The tavern is mine, and we have to pay for it when we come in."    

When Wang B辽 said that the tavern was his, no one objected, and they all agreed. Now that he wanted to collect the entrance fee, no one dared to say anything because of Wang B辽's strength.    

"Sir, how much entrance fee do we have to pay?" Someone asked in a low voice.    

They wanted to leave, but this tavern was too dangerous.    

Wang Bilan said, "Didn't the owner of the tavern say that one hundred Ninth Grade Blackstones per person?"    

"What? Ninth Grade Blackstone?" Everyone cried out in alarm.    

If it wasn't for Wang Bilan taking out the Ninth Grade Blackstone, they would not have seen the Ninth Grade Blackstone before.    

They had never even seen it before, let alone pay the Ninth Grade Blackstone.    

One hundred?    

Not even one.    

Even if they were killed, they wouldn't be able to take out a single piece of Ninth Grade Blackstone.    

"Sir, aren't you making things difficult for us?" A Martial Cultivator said, "How can we have one hundred Ninth Grade Blackstones?"