Heavy casualties

A Short-Haired Martial Artist wearing a white long robe flew down. His Aura was surging, making him look very imposing, and he possessed a terrifying sense of oppression that made people feel as if they were facing a great mountain.

He flew before the group of Martial Emperors, drew the Broadsword at his waist, and waited for the silver Dragon to arrive, intending to cleave the Dragon with his blade.

"What do I have to fear? Since you wish to kill, you must consider the possibility of being killed yourself. Those who commit many injustices are bound to bring about their own destruction!" Qin Ming gave a cold laugh and suddenly pressed his arm downward.

The Dragon seemed to come alive in an instant, suddenly diving downward.

"Boom!"

The Dragon bypassed the Short-Haired Martial Venerable in front of him and continued its attack toward the Martial Emperors behind him. Its speed was extremely fast; the Short-Haired Martial Venerable had not expected the Dragon to be able to turn, and caught off guard, he let the Dragon slip past him.

In an instant, all the Martial Emperors still in the sky were struck.

"Ah!" Some Martial Emperors let out miserable screams as they fell from the sky, while others died instantly without even being able to scream.

"How bold!" Seeing the numerous Martial Emperors suffering heavy casualties in an instant, the expression of the Short-Haired Martial Venerable turned ugly.

This was the only team of Martial Emperors of the Pill Alliance, and now more than half were dead. This time, the Pill Alliance had suffered heavy losses.

"Qin Ming, I want you dead!" The face of the Short-Haired Martial Venerable was frosted with cold, his scarlet eyes fixed on Qin Ming.

"Heh, there are many people who want me dead, but in the end, they all died." Qin Ming said with a cold laugh. These people did not bat an eye when killing others, but when they suffered a little loss themselves, they started wailing and crying for help.

Yang Quan looked at Qin Ming standing tall in the Void Realm and smiled: "It is fine now. Since Qin Ming is actually a Martial Venerable, he will definitely be safe this time."

"It is a pity that since he is a Martial Venerable now, it is impossible for him to join our You Family." The Third Young Master of the You Family shook his head and sighed.

"Although he cannot join our Family, he can still cooperate with us!" Yang Quan was not at all discouraged that Qin Ming could not join his Family, and he laughed.

He had never thought that Qin Ming would join his Family. Someone who could take out a perfect ninth-grade elixir to give away as a gift—could Qin Ming be an ordinary person?

How could such a person deign to join a Power?

Now, he was a bit unable to guess what Power Qin Ming truly belonged to, and why he could possess a ninth-grade perfect elixir. If he had refined it himself, then who was his master?

Could it be that there was still a hidden Pill Ancestor on this continent?

On the other side, the Great Xia Dynasty princess, Xia Nuoxue, looked at Qin Ming, who had unleashed the Dragon, with bright, spirited eyes.

"He is actually a Martial Venerable. I never expected this!" The Seventh Prince sighed.

"What is the matter? What does it have to do with you that he is a Martial Venerable?" Xia Nuoxue asked in confusion.

"I have always wanted to recruit him, but now that he is a Martial Venerable and also the Sect Master of the Feather Transformation Sect, the possibility of recruiting him is extremely slim." The Seventh Prince explained.

"Such a person is truly a heaven-sent talent. He knows Alchemy and is also a Martial Venerable. How did he achieve this? Why do I feel that even though I am older than him, I am so much worse than him?" The Seventh Prince shook his head, feeling dejected.

"That is right! A heaven-sent talent." The eyes of Xia Nuoxue shone.

In the contestant seats, seeing Qin Ming standing proudly and the Martial Emperors suffering heavy casualties, the Pill Alliance leader, Zhang Chongtian, felt his heart trembling.

He had originally been certain of victory; how did Qin Ming suddenly become a Martial Venerable?

What should he do now? The Martial Emperors of the Pill Alliance were almost all dead or wounded; how was he supposed to explain this?