Alchemy & Martial Supreme

In the Daxia Dynasty, Qianyang City, early in the morning, vendors in the city set up stalls and shouted.

There are a few residents, carrying baskets, hanging out in groups.

Among them, there is a middle-aged man wearing a black gown with a scar on his head. He is holding a big knife in his hand and a pair of vicious eyes. He scans around, his eyes full of malice.

The residents around him moved away from him one after another, and some warriors even looked at him from a distance, talking and pointing.

He looked fiercely at the warriors, and suddenly, the warriors who were still discussing just bowed their heads quickly, not daring to look at him, let alone give directions.

The vendor next to the middle-aged man seemed to feel a little bored, and talked quietly to the short-haired vendor next to him.

"Hey, now the business is getting worse and worse. I heard that Wu Zun of the dynasty has lurked to our dynasty and is killing on a large scale. The residents are hiding at home and dare not come out."

The short-haired vendor next to him shook his head, sighed helplessly, and replied, "Isn't it? If it weren't for this, I would definitely not come out to do business."

"What's the use of hiding at home, Wu Zun will attack, except that Wu Zun can resist, ordinary warriors like us will die wherever they hide."

"What you said is right. Hiding at home can only comfort oneself. It is of no use. Now I hope that the Martial Master of the Great Xia Dynasty will be able to fight back fiercely."

The short-haired vendor next to him might be a little uneasy in his heart, and asked in a low voice: "You said Wuzun of the dynasty will attack us Qianyang City?"

"Yes." A frantic laughter suddenly came. The middle-aged man in a black long shirt suddenly let go of his momentum and said loudly, "I have already decided. Qianyang City is my goal this time. You Wait for death. Haha..."

There was a sudden silence on the street. Everyone looked at the middle-aged man in front of him. Their faces were full of horror. Under his aura, they were all bent over, struggling in pain, trying to escape.

The more inferior residents fell directly to the ground, breathing weaker and weaker.

The oppression of Wu Zun's aura, ordinary people simply couldn't bear it.

The two vendors next to the middle-aged man, the closest to the middle-aged man, feel the most oppressed.

They knelt down, their faces twisted, and their blood vessels seemed to burst open.

Seeing everyone's embarrassment, the middle-aged Wu Zun felt a kind of perverted pleasure, and he laughed wildly: "Give me all to die!"

After finishing speaking, the power of the world gathered together, and a more terrifying aura came from him.

"You are the one who is going to die." A voice suddenly came from the horizon, and a figure appeared before everyone.

Everyone just felt that the pressure on their bodies suddenly disappeared, and they all glanced at the figure that had just appeared in surprise, and hurriedly ran outside.

"Qin Ming?" The middle-aged man was shocked. He recognized the man in front of him. He couldn't help being shocked. He didn't dare to say anything: "Qin Ming, how did you find this place? How do you know that I will attack this city? I picked one at random, I don’t even know it myself?"

The middle-aged man was full of doubts, and asked several questions in one mind.

"These are not important. The important thing is that you must die today and forgive the warrior you killed." Seeing the residents on the ground who had been crushed to death by the middle-aged, Qin Ming's face was ugly and his tone was cold.