Something was strange!
But Young Master Wan relied on his strength and merely chuckled. Black aura silently spread from his body, enveloping both the alley and Demon Medicine's figure.
"Demon Medicine, what are you pretending for? You're nothing but a Spirit Alchemist. So what if I force you?"
He reached out to seize Demon Medicine, his sleeve slipping down to reveal a black arm twisted like some grotesque serpent.
Fourth Realm Great Perfection cultivation!
When the "Immortal Lords" of Nine Sons Heaven reached the Fourth Realm, some part of their body would inevitably undergo a special "Immortal Transformation"!
Young Master Wan was confident that with the slightest touch from this "immortal arm" of his, Demon Medicine, despite all his outstanding talent in alchemy, would instantly turn into a puddle of corpse water on the ground, soon dispersing without leaving the slightest trace behind.
In his impression, Demon Medicine was at most someone who had only just entered the Third Realm.
A mere ant!
But in the next instant, Young Master Wan saw only a finger suddenly appear before his eyes, enlarging as it pointed at the three black lines emerging on his brow!
"No..."
A dreadful sense of death surged up in an instant, and Young Master Wan let out a terrified, disbelieving roar!
Yet the roar came to an abrupt halt. The finger had not truly touched him, but his brow seemed to have been brutally pierced through by the monstrous strength of some beast, his skull collapsing in an instant.
"You!"
In the dark alley, Young Master Wan pointed at Demon Medicine in terror. His corpse slid limply to the ground, swiftly turning cold.
"Wan Song, you wanted to kill me to silence me, but hadn't I also been thinking of changing partners? Your mouth had no restraint;