Alchemy & Martial Supreme

"Haha... Qin Ming, that's all you've got." Mi Fufeng played with his sword and laughed proudly. "Aren't you very arrogant?"    

"I didn't expect you to only have this kind of strength."    

"You piece of trash, you can't even control your emotions. Calling you a genius is an insult to a genius."    

In the auction hall, Qin Ming was neither servile nor overbearing. His experience in controlling everything made him unable to sleep at night.    

But now, Qin Ming was as young as his own son.    

This made him wonder if he had seen wrongly earlier.    

However, regardless of whether he had seen wrongly or not, Qin Ming must die.    

Since he had attacked, he naturally wouldn't leave any hidden dangers behind.    

He was Patriarch of Wang Family, and he knew very well how to do things. He definitely wouldn't do something stupid like letting the tiger return to the mountain.    

Qin Ming held his chest and tried his best to suppress the killing intent in his heart.    

He felt like he was going to be drowned by the slaughter. His rationality was slowly disappearing.    

He had never thought that there would be a day when his eyes would be blinded by the killing intent.    

Ever since he had personally witnessed his parents die in front of him in his previous life, the entire family had been reduced to ashes overnight. He had thought that his heart had died.    

He was already a man with a heart of steel.    

Because no matter how angry he was about other things, it could not be compared to his entire family being destroyed.    

After suffering another ten thousand years of loneliness, his heart had truly been ground into stone.    

After being reborn, with the warmth of his family, his heart gradually melted.    

However, because of the ten thousand years of tempering, the means to control his emotions were already extraordinary.    

He never would have thought that one day, he would also be plagued by the problem of not being able to control his emotions.    

"How in the world did the Rice Baron control his emotions?"    

"I don't believe that there's a way to resist such killing intent."    

Qin Ming tried his best to suppress it. He thought of Mi Fufeng and Senior Mi's words in his mind.    

Every Martial Cultivator that possessed the blood of a Saint needed to go against one's emotions.    

Apart from the pill, he could also use his usual practice to fight against it.    

If he could resist it just by practicing, he would definitely be able to.    

He did not believe that his ten thousand years of training could not compare to a rice noble.    

"It's possible that I've already transformed twice, and the ferocity in my bloodline has already erupted"    

"It's also possible that my Saint Blood's ferocity is exceptionally powerful."    

Qin Ming had two guesses in his mind, and he was more inclined to think of the second possibility.    

It was only two transfigurations, and it was unlikely for the ferocity in his body to reach such a level.    

"Qin Ming, go to hell!" Wang Pu Xin's eyes were filled with anger. He had already discovered that something was wrong with Qin Ming's current condition.    

He wanted to kill him while he was down. Wang Pu Xin was an experienced man. He would never let go of such a good opportunity.    

He took a step forward and rushed towards Qin Ming. The longsword in his hand was ready to strike.    

No one knew when the city guards would arrive. They wanted to end the battle quickly and get rid of Qin Ming as soon as possible so that they could rest in peace.    

Sensing the unconcealed killing intent in Wang Pu's heart, the killing intent in the depths of Qin Ming's bloodline gushed out as if it had been stimulated.    

"Ah..."    

Qin Ming raised his head to the sky and let out a boundless roar.    

It was as if he had announced the return of a king, and it was filled with boundless killing intent.    

Something began to grow out from under his skin. It was like scales, and under the reflection of the moonlight, it gave off a dark and fierce light.    

On his forehead, a sharp horn stretched out, revealing a dark red color.    

A long tail grew out from the tail of his spine. It swung about irregularly, and with every swing, it struck the ground.    

The ground was like water ripples, forming layers of ripples.