Martial Alchemy Sovereign

1Offending Duke Ming in the City Lord's Mansion was equivalent to offending Emperor Lee in the Imperial City. It was not as simple as just killing him, it was very likely to be more terrifying than death.    

    

For example: a thousand cuts, car cracks, waist cuts.    

    

Compared to death, these punishments were even more painful and terrifying.    

    

Su Ling had rejected Duke Ming's challenge in public. This was equivalent to offending Duke Ming and the First Prince at the same time. It was equivalent to humiliating them, and he had even slapped them in the face.    

    

In the eyes of the people around him, no matter how heaven-defying Su Ling was, he would still be a dead man.    

    

At this moment, the surrounding people all had cold smiles on their faces. Their eyes were filled with pity as they looked at Su Ling.    

    

This Su Ling was indeed a pity!    

    

No matter if it was Martial Arts Talents or comprehension ability, he was at the top.    

    

But unfortunately, he was too arrogant and uninhibited, and now even Duke Ming was looking down on him.    

    

So what if the Martial Arts Talents was strong?    

    

To offend those with authority, was it different? Or was he going to die?    

    

"It's a pity, it's indeed a pity. Su Ling is an excellent Martial Arts Talents, but he is so arrogant that even Duke Ming did not pay attention to him. He even mocked him with contempt. If he approached him, it would be an insult. If he doesn't die this time, who else can?"    

    

"That's right!" It was one thing for him to humiliate the First Prince here. However, due to the face of Elder Bai Qing and the great Sword King Pavilion of the sect, the First Prince did not dare to openly attack him. Yet he is here humiliating Duke Ming. Isn't this courting death? "    

    

"Haha, maybe he just wants to die? After all, what could be faster than humiliating Duke Ming within the City Lord's Mansion and dying? "    

    

The surrounding people were fiercely discussing. The words Su Ling said earlier had undoubtedly angered Duke Ming, provoking his patience and bottom line.    

    

Duke Ming, no matter what, must kill Su Ling to set an example. Otherwise, in the future, who would care about the dignity of Duke Ming?    

    

Su Ling heard what the people around them were saying clearly.    

    

At this moment, his attitude was extremely serious, and the expression on his face was somewhat serious. He stared at Duke Ming and said, "This is the City Lord's Mansion, offending the City Lord, it should be difficult for me to leave this place alive."    

    

"Actually, you can remove the word 'should'. Because, you offended me with your City Lord's Mansion, so there is no need to mention your humiliation. You definitely won't be able to leave this place alive. "    

    

Duke Ming's brows were tightly knitted together and his gaze was incomparably gloomy as he shouted with a cold voice.    

    

"Hur hur."    

    

Su Ling chuckled. He left his seat and walked in front of Duke Ming, asking, "But, even if I accept the First Prince's invitation to battle, wouldn't I still be unable to leave this place alive? Rather than dying in the hands of the First Prince, it would be better for me to die in the hands of Duke Ming. "    

    

"You!"    

    

Hearing Su Ling's words, Duke Ming's gaze immediately darkened. He said coldly, "You can even kill Eunuch Jin. Could it be that it will be difficult for you to escape from the First Prince?"    

    

"It's really difficult."    

    

Su Ling smiled and said.    

    

"You are courting death."    

    

In fact, he did not intend to kill Su Ling because he did not want to be used by the First Prince to kill people. However, if Su Ling provoked him again and again, then he could only kill Su Ling to establish his authority.    

    

"Yes." However, Duke Ming, you won't kill me, right? "    

    

Su Ling nodded his head, appearing very confident. He stared at Duke Ming and questioned him.    

    

"How do you know?"    

    

Duke Ming could not help but frown, and said in a deep voice, "You have indeed angered my bottom line, and I am indeed planning to kill you."    

    

"I believe that Wu Qicai will definitely tell you everything that happened in the Hundred Thousand Mountain，. In this situation, if you still want to kill me, that can only mean that Duke Ming is indeed weak. "    

    

Su Ling laughed.    

    

"You!"    

    

Hearing Su Ling's evil words, Duke Ming was immediately enraged and his face turned livid.    

    

This Su Ling was truly too arrogant. He was simply too arrogant.    

    

Damn it!    

    

Damn it!    

    

If not for the fact that he saved Wu Qicai before Su Ling did, and Wu Qicai was grateful to Su Ling, Duke Ming would have killed Su Ling a long time ago.    

    

Even Duke Ming started to suspect, "How did someone as arrogant and uninhibited as Su Ling manage to survive until today?" Could it be that no one wanted to kill him!?    

    

Immediately after, Duke Ming looked towards the First Prince, Shan Changkong, and Elder Feng, and smiled helplessly a few times. He seemed to be able to understand the feelings of these people.    

    

"I did promise not to kill you, but that doesn't mean I can't teach you a lesson."    

    

Duke Ming coldly snorted. Su Ling had acted so arrogantly towards him, not even putting him in his eyes. This was truly provoking his bottom line.    

    

"Well, you deserve to die, prick!"    

    

The look in Duke Ming's eyes immediately became incomparably gloomy.    

    

Right after he finished speaking, he formed a palm with his right hand, and Mystical Qi immediately condensed in the center of his palm, directly hitting Su Ling's chest.    

    

"Bam!"    

    

A loud sound echoed out.    

    

After Su Ling was hit by Duke Ming's palm, he did not dodge, and did not even think of dodging.    

    

The surrounding crowd personally witnessed the attack of Duke Ming and all cried out in alarm.    

    

This Duke Ming was truly worthy of being the King with a different surname that had experienced many battles. When he attacked, there was a malicious energy contained within, and his aura was thick and overbearing, causing people to not dare to directly block him.    

    

"If Duke Ming makes his move, Su Ling will definitely die!"    

    

"That's right. Although this palm seemed ordinary, it was enough to injure Su Ling's internal organs and made him wish he was dead." It would be easy for Duke Ming to kill Su Ling. "    

    

Everyone was ecstatic. With Duke Ming acting, Su Ling would definitely die this time.    

    

Su Ling's Martial Arts Talents was indeed enviable.    

    

However, it was exactly because Su Ling's Martial Arts Talents and strength were too amazing, that led the other new disciples to hate him. They wished that Su Ling could be killed immediately to balance their weak spirits.    

    

The weak longed for the strong to be killed. Only in this way would the weak be able to balance themselves.    

    

The First Prince, Shan Changkong, and the others could not help but cry out in alarm. Duke Ming had really done it himself.    

    

As long as Duke Ming seized the opportunity to give chase, Su Ling would definitely die.    

    

However, just as everyone was expecting Duke Ming to continue killing Su Ling, Duke Ming returned to his seat with a smile on his face.    

    

At this moment, Su Ling, who was wounded, also smiled. He subconsciously raised his hand to wipe away the blood at the corner of his mouth.    

    

Just now, the power of Duke Ming's palm strike was indeed impressive, but at least Su Ling was Cultivating Warrior who had walked down the road of Primordial Gods & Devils and his previous strength had increased by several times. This allowed Su Ling to completely block most of the attacks. Of course, Duke Ming must have shown mercy to that palm strike. Otherwise, Su Ling would have been sent flying with blood spewing out of his mouth long ago.    

    

"Thank you for your lesson, Duke Ming!"    

    

Su Ling wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up and said.    

    

"Sigh, This King is old. The might of a single palm strike can't even kill an ant."    

    

The smile on Duke Ming's face disappeared, and he helplessly laughed a few times. He could not help but shake his head as he spoke.    

    

Cultivating Warrior, who was staying in the hall, felt incredulous when he saw that Duke Ming had let go of Su Ling's life. One must know that Su Ling had humiliated Duke Ming with his words earlier.    

    

Could it be that even Duke Ming could endure this?    

    

At this moment, the gazes that everyone looked at Duke Ming with contained a sense of disdain. This Duke Ming was really cowardly!    

    

He instantly walked out from the crowd, stared at Duke Ming, and asked: "Duke Ming, that damned little bastard Su Ling, actually dared to speak out and humiliate you, why did you spare his life?"    

    

Hearing Cultivating Warrior's question, Duke Ming felt that it was a bit funny. He nodded his head in relief, and looked at Cultivating Warrior with eyes full of disdain. Then, he smiled and said, "You asked a very good question. Men, drag this rude fellow out for me to chop! "