Martial Alchemy Sovereign

0Su Ling's body was covered in blood. The fighting spirit in his body was burning crazily. His deep eyes were blood-red like pearls, as if there was blood that was about to spill out from them.     2

    

His body was on the verge of collapse, and his face grew more and more serious.    

    

Tang Youhui's expression was indifferent. He stared at Su Ling whose body was on the verge of collapse and said in a deep voice: "I cultivate the God Slaying Palm. This is my first palm!"    

    

With that said, a golden light condensed in Tang Youhui's palm. His gaze immediately darkened as a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. With a flip of his right palm, he formed a palm imprint, directly striking towards Su Ling's chest.    

    

The instant the simple palm print was released, a wave of Horrible Energy surged out like a surging wave and struck Su Ling's chest.    

    

BOOM!    

    

A loud sound was heard.    

    

Cultivating Warrior, who was standing around, was shocked.    

    

They originally thought that Tang Youhui would consider Su Ling's identity and show mercy to Su Ling, not ruthlessly killing Su Ling at all.    

    

However, from the looks of it now, they were indeed wrong before.    

    

This was because Tang Youhui had used his killing move the moment he attacked.    

    

Killer Emperor Tang Qingshan, who created his own God Slaying Palm, possessed boundless might. When paired with Tang Youhui's Yin-Yang Stage, the might of this palm strike could simply be imagined.    

    

"It seems that Tang Youhui is not satisfied with Su Ling's arrogance anymore. He wants to kill Su Ling!"    

    

"Yeah, what a pity, Su Ling's talent is unstoppable, future Way of Martial Arts, are definitely limitless, and he even has a chance to attempt Most Powerful Martial Arts. But this time, he will definitely die. "    

    

"Tang Youhui's three palm strikes are powerful enough to shatter mountains. If ordinary Cultivating Warrior were to take three palm strikes from him, he would undoubtedly be courting death."    

    

Many Cultivating Warrior stared fixedly at this scene. Tang Youhui used his most powerful precious technique to condense an endless amount of Mystical Qi and explosively struck Su Ling's body.    

    

The damage it did to Su Ling was hard to imagine.    

    

Indeed!    

    

Just as those Cultivating Warrior had expected, after being hit by Tang Youhui's palm, Su Ling's whole body was thrown out explosively and fiercely crashed into the ground a dozen meters away.    

    

Su Ling fell to the ground, his body rolling back dozens of meters. His flesh and blood splattered all over the ground of the Slate that had been smashed apart.    

    

"Su Ling, Su Ling!"    

    

The black cat stayed in Su Ling's Sea of Qi. Tang Youhui used his God Slaying Palm and hit Su Ling. Su Ling's sternum made a cracking sound as if it was about to break apart. The intense pain made Su Ling faint instantly.    

    

The black cat continuously called out to Su Ling, it had endured most of the damage and was also vomiting blood. Tang Youhui was the Cultivating Warrior who possessed the true Yin-Yang Stage and was extremely powerful, one strike was enough to destroy everything.    

    

Su Ling took the attack head on, and his body was close to collapsing. He fell to the ground for a long time, as if he died, and even his breathing stopped.    

    

At this moment, waves of shouts entered his ears.    

    

He struggled to wake up, but his consciousness was too blurry to wake up.    

    

Tang Youhui's eyes were ice-cold, his expression extremely cold. He stared at Su Ling who was sent flying dozens of meters away, completely unmoved.    

    

He stared at Su Ling, who was lying on the ground, and said lightly, "I already said, you might die from one palm strike."    

    

He could clearly sense that Su Ling's aura was becoming more and more sluggish, and his entire person was on the verge of death. This state meant that it was impossible for Su Ling to stand up. Besides, even if Su Ling stood up again, he definitely wouldn't be able to receive the second palm strike.    

    

Sima Xingyun and Ouyang Lieyan were gloating a little. Their faces were full of smiles. They were completely crushed by Su Ling in their fight just now. They were even beaten down by him without being able to fight back.    

    

At that moment, when they saw Su Ling being crushed on the ground, and that his aura was even dispirited, the two of them naturally felt very happy in their hearts.    

    

"Su Ling, Su Ling, you are really reckless. To think that you are so stupid as to want to challenge Sect Master and receive three palm strikes from him. You are simply wishful thinking."    

    

Sima Xingyun's eyes were filled with ridicule. He was very amused by Su Ling's current situation. After all, Su Ling delusional enough to think of receiving three palm strikes from Tang Youhui was something impossible.    

    

Thinking about it, Sima Xingyun still felt that it was funny, what kind of possibility could a mere ant mouse like him have to challenge Cultivating Warrior, who was standing at the top of Great Yan Empire?    

    

"Hehe, Su Ling's aura is getting weaker and weaker. He should be going to die."    

    

Ouyang Lieyan laughed coldly. His Perceptual Power s were shocking and instantly sensed that Su Ling's aura was extremely weak. It was obvious that he had lost his fighting strength.    

    

If nothing unexpected happened, Su Ling might not be able to wake up.    

    

Lu Xueyao stood to the side, feeling pity for them in her heart. Listening to Sima Xingyun and Ouyang Lieyan's ridicule towards Su Ling, she became even more furious in her heart.    

    

"Damn it!" These two damned fellows, their schemes are actually this vicious. "    

    

Lu Xueyao glared coldly at Sima Xingyun and Ouyang Lieyan. Her heart was filled with hatred as she shouted.    

    

"Su Ling …"    

    

Luo Wushuang clenched her fists subconsciously. Her face was full of worry. She was afraid that something bad would happen to Su Ling.    

    

Su Ling fell to the ground, his whole body sunk into a unconscious state. The intense pain on his body made him extremely uncomfortable, it seemed like his sternum had been broken.    

    

The cries of the black cat were still ringing in his ears. He tried to pull himself together, but he could not open his eyes.    

    

"Could it be that he's really going to die just like that?"    

    

Su Ling thought to himself as he fell to the ground. Blood dyed the area red.    

    

Tang Youhui slightly creased his brow. As time passed, he saw Su Ling powerlessly stand up. He looked down from above and coldly said: "If you can't stand up, then you will have to fend for yourself!"    

    

When he said this, Tang Youhui's tone was ice-cold. His attitude was simply cold to the extreme, as if he didn't care about Su Ling's life or death at all.    

    

Soon after, Tang Thirty-Six cast his gaze towards Elder Tang Long and said: "Move to another place and continue the freshmen assessment."    

    

Elder Tang Long was stunned. His face was filled with shock, but in the next moment, he reacted and quickly said, "Yes, Sect Master!"    

    

Elder Tang Long looked at the other Cultivating Warrior and said, "All Cultivating Warrior who has passed the first round of examinations, come with me!"    

    

However, no one around Cultivating Warrior moved.    

    

At this moment, Cultivating Warrior held his breath with a serious expression. He was looking at Su Ling who had collapsed on the ground with eyes full of expectation.    

    

"Bang, bang, bang …"    

    

One vigorous and powerful heart beat after another.    

    

Those Cultivating Warrior, all of them frowned and exclaimed, "He's not dead, he's not dead yet."    

    

Tang Youhui's expression changed. He frowned and had a face of disbelief. He subconsciously looked at Su Ling and saw a figure covered in blood suddenly standing up.    

    

"Now, use your second palm strike!"    

    

Su Ling's entire body was covered in blood, his breastbone seemed to have been shattered, making him look extremely miserable. His eyes were bloodshot, and he stared fiercely at Tang Youhui, saying indifferently: "You can't kill me with just three palm strikes."