Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Qin Ming dodged their attack and threw a punch at them. He threw a punch at one of the Martial Cultivator holding a saber.    

    

The Martial Cultivator wanted to dodge. However, how could Qin Ming's fist be so easy to dodge? The Martial Cultivator holding the saber was completely suppressed by Qin Ming's force. He could only watch helplessly as Qin Ming's fist landed on his chest.    

    

"Force!" The blade wielding Martial King's face was filled with shock. He never would have thought that the Martial King that attacked them would actually comprehend Force.    

    

Those who could comprehend Force before the Martial Emperor were the geniuses of the major powers. As long as nothing unexpected happened, those geniuses would be fought over by the major powers. Such a person would definitely become a Martial Emperor in the future, and might even become a Martial Sovereign.    

    

No wonder Jue Xin didn't move. It wasn't that Jue Xin didn't want to move, but that he couldn't do anything about it.    

    

"Pu!"    

    

The Martial Cultivator holding the saber spat out a mouthful of blood. Its chest had been pierced through.    

    

"Fourth Brother!"    

    

Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Cultivator shouted out loudly, and his eyes were filled with sorrow and fear.    

    

"Surround him! Don't let him escape! Take revenge for my Ling!"    

    

Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Cultivator shouted at the Timon Sect Martial Cultivator that was besieging the three Martial King.    

    

After Qin Ming killed the Martial Cultivator with the saber, he saw more than a dozen Timon Sect Martial Cultivator approaching him. Immediately, he casted the Spirit Skills and rushed towards the door.    

    

"Where are you going?" When he saw that Qin Ming was about to leave, a tall and sturdy man stood in front of the door, trying to force Qin Ming back.    

    

Although he didn't know why this middle-aged man attacked them, nor did he know what kind of grudge this middle-aged man had with Jue Xin, he didn't want to leave after killing the people of Timon Sect.    

    

When Qin Ming saw Burly Man blocking his path, his eyes narrowed. Behind him, there were seven or eight Martial King of the Timon Sect chasing after him. There were also Martial King surrounding him from both sides. If he stopped now, he would be in trouble.    

    

Although Qin Ming's strength was considered the top amongst the Martial King, he hadn't reached the Martial Emperor Stage yet. With more Martial King, it would be difficult for him to fight back with his fists.    

    

"Charge!"    

    

With a loud shout, Qin Ming circulated the Dragon-extinction, and his skin started glowing.    

    

Not only did he not stop, but he also increased his speed and rammed into the burly man's chest. With a loud sound, Qin Ming even knocked the burly man away with the door.    

    

"Surround him, don't fight him head on." The Timon Sect's Martial Cultivator behind him obviously didn't expect Qin Ming to be so fierce. He was simply a human-shaped tyrannosaurus.    

    

All the Martial King of the Timon Sect, regardless of the three Martial King that surrounded them just now, chased them out of the room.    

    

Unfortunately, Qin Ming was nowhere to be seen. Only Burly Man was standing in front of them.    

    

"Where's the assassin?" Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Cultivator helped Burly Man up from the ground and asked.    

    

"Ahem..."    

    

Burly Man coughed twice and spat out two mouthfuls of blood, "Good, so strong."    

    

Looking at the blood on the ground, the Martial Cultivator of Timon Sect was shocked. Although Burly Man wasn't a body refining Martial Cultivator, the muscles on his body weren't white. After being hit by the assassin, he spat out a mouthful of blood and suffered internal injuries.    

    

What was the background of that assassin? Why was he so strong? Why did he want to make them his enemies? No, why did he want to assassinate Jue Xin?    

    

"Jue Xin, where's Jue Xin?" Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Cultivator finally reacted at this moment. He had been focusing on killing the assassin, and had forgotten about the Alchemist that their sect was trying to rope in.    

    

Hearing Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Cultivator's shout, everyone rubbed their heads. "We don't know either. We were sent flying just now, so we should be in the corner. Why did we disappear?"    

    

Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Cultivator hurriedly walked to the corner of the wall. A hole that led downwards appeared in front of him.