Supreme Emperor of Mist

The bleeding was immediately stopped after Qin Chan applied the balm evenly.

It quickly caught Wei Hu Xuan's interest as he tried to do the same on Hu Jia's sword and Lu Qing Yun's protection gear. But it was a total disappointment.

"What an unusual medicinal ointment you got there... Can you give me some too when you manage to cut me?" Wei Hu Xuan teased Qin Chan to hide his disappointment. But in the next moment, another sword wound appeared on Qin Chan's waist.

"AH!" Qin Chan screamed. She swung her sword fiercely,

"Since you're unwilling, then let me entertain you like how I did with your two sisters previously! As a Bone Reconstruction Layer Cultivator, I hope you can hold yourself better than they do!" Wei Hu Xuan moved like a ghost and appeared all around Qin Chan.

In a blink of an eye, over ten sword wounds appeared all over Qin Chan's body, to the point her bare skin is almost exposed.

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"Damn! His power surpasses what I imagined." Shan Xiong Xin couldn't help but spouted some profanity words as he was pushed back by Lang Xue.

After taking the Demonic Transformation Pill, Lang Xue's strength has increased by almost a half-fold. Right now, his fighting strength is comparable to Qin Chan and Wei Hu Xuan.

This made his advantages as a Body Tempering Cultivator ended up becoming a punching bag before the fierce Lang Xue. Although his body was as strong as a metal wall, all he can do right now is defend himself while Lang Xue is raining down his torrential fist at him.

Facing against an opponent no longer having a sense of pain and rationality is the most dangerous to a Body Tempering Cultivator. Until the medicinal strength started to lose its effect, even Shan Xiong Xin dare not to move recklessly.

"Damn... Each of his punches is strong enough to create an indent on an iron wall..." Shan Xiong Xin complained because he's getting battered by Lang Xue ruthlessly.

"Huh - Huh... Aargh!"

"Demonic Blood Altar!" Lang Xue suddenly changed his tactics. His bloody Spiritual Energy started to converge into a totem right in front of him. Seating down on the ground like a monk, he began to repeat a mouthful of demonic scriptures that nobody understands.

It took him a few minutes to complete the blood altar. Following its completion is an eerie feeling that came from nowhere. It creates a disturbing image to all the cultivators positioned on the battlefield under Huang Ping and Lang Xue's command.

Slowly, the natural Spiritual Energy surrounding this area started to adapt to the color of the bloody altar in the form of a crimson mist.

The soldiers from both sides waved their hands to removes the mist from blocking their line of sight. But their effort was pointless as the fog was getting thicker with every second past. In a flash of an eye, the area in between the two battlefields is no longer visible.

"Let's get out from this place."

"Stop fighting, stop fighting!" the soldiers cautiously speak as nobody wanted to die in a situation like this. With their weapon is lowered, the soldier starts to look around for a path to leave this bloody mist.

Qin Lan shook his head as he looks at the battlefield where Huang Ping, Wang Xun, and Shan Xiong Xin is.

"The Demonic Alchemy is still the same as before..." as the only one with more knowledge than anyone else on this battlefield, Qin Lan took his medicinal cauldron out.

"Bitter Spirit Grass. Blood Honeysuckle. Rocky Longevity Fungus."

"Alchemize!" Qin Lan performs his alchemy right in the middle of his battlefield and created close to a hundred pills from a single cauldron using less than ten minutes.

His action once again gathered the attention of the three elders watching above the battlefield.

"To think that even his alchemy skill is this good..." the elder standing on top of the white-feathered crane praised Qin Lan.

"Did that brat found out about the crimson mist, the Demonic Art, and the secret behind the Blood Altar?" the elder from the Evil Infant Sect chuckled. He couldn't help but started to get interested in what Qin Lan is going to do next.

"Maybe yes, maybe no. But the Evil Infant Sect should be prepared. The Royal Force will not allow a demonic alchemist to exist in our country as long we're still breathing. If you're smart, you better kill him right now before the kingdom takes action!" the elder with red and golden embroideries on his robe said.

"If the kingdom is going to take action, then the Evil Infant Sect will not sit and wait for our death. I wonder if you're prepared for a bloodbath that will cost you half of your people from three provinces?" the elder on the black crow chuckled as he replied.

"Then, let's meet on the battlefield later!" the elder on the golden peacock said.

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"Soldier of the Ninth Prince Sun Wu Jian, open your mouth!" Qin Lan ordered. The soldiers surrounding him obeyed his words and opened their mouths as wide as they could.

With a flick of his finger using the Heavenly Flicking Finger, Qin Lan launched the hundred or so pills into the soldier's mouth. They're mainly given to those located closest to the bloody mist.

"Pull back from that area if you want to live."

"Evil Infant Sect's soldiers. If you don't want to die, surrender now before it is too late!" Qin Lan gave out two orders at once as Lu Qing Yun prepared herself to execute his following command.

Some stubborn soldiers decided to retreat closer to the bloody mist. As for those surrendering, they immediately went under Qin Lan's soldiers as a captive of theirs. He proceeds to concoct two more cauldrons of pills to be given to all the other soldiers before it was too late.

"Young master, what is that bloody mist is all about?" Lu Qing Yun asked. Her attention went to where Peng Yan and her soldier is. By right, they were supposed to engage in a battle. But was disturbed by Lang Xue's action moments after he swallowed the Demonic Transformation Pill.

"The bloody mist is nothing much, but the Demonic Art and the Blood Altar is," said Qin Lan. The bow in his hand is also thrown aside as Qin Lan used three Offense Metals to be formed into the Qiankun Golden Sword.

"Qing Yun, always remember my word." Qin Lan suddenly decided to talk about it a little more.

"Although there are many paths in this world that are open for us, we must remember to not choose the road of mass genocide. Cultivation that followed this path might allow you to see further, but it wasn't the end of what we're pursuing."

"What comes out from the bloody mist is the abomination that's neither human nor beast. Shan Xiong Xin might not have any trouble, as he was a body tempering cultivator, but I can't say the same to the others. If they come out like Lang Xue, kill them, no matter it's our own people or theirs." Qin Lan said.