Mountain God Temple, a Mere Son-in-law (Happy New Year!)

"Ahhh!!!"

"Alchemist Yang, I was wrong! Don't kill me!"

As both his arms vanished, Yuwen Ze felt boundless terror.

Only now did he realize that Yang Chan's Martial Cultivation was not Internal Refinement of Lungs and Viscera, but Marrow Cleansing Grandmaster—a master who had gone very far beyond Marrow Cleansing.

He had only felt such a powerful aura from Grandmaster experts who had completed three Marrow Cleansings.

He knew why the mission had failed.

How could a master who had completed one Marrow Cleansing possibly succeed in assassinating a Grandmaster who had completed three?

And if Yang Chan's Martial Cultivation were exposed, he would have a strong chance of becoming the next Holy Master.

This man had hidden himself too deeply. Not only was his alchemy talent monstrously exceptional, but his martial talent was no less impressive. Had he known sooner, he would never have provoked Yang Chan.

He would not have harbored killing intent toward Yang Chan, much less followed him out of Tianxuan Holy Land.

He regretted it so much now—regretted that he had not seen through all this earlier.

Even if his state of mind had been affected, as long as he remained within Tianxuan Holy Land, he would still be a Third-level Alchemist. His status and position would still remain, and he would still have chances.

"So, was this arranged by the Holy Son?"

Yang Chan asked once more.

This was also his final question.

"No, I just happened to see Alchemist Yang and the others leaving Tianxuan Holy Land, so I got the idea!"

"Alchemist Yang, spare me. I'm useful. I can refine pills for you, I can also—"

Yuwen Ze hurriedly said, but as he spoke, he suddenly could no longer make a sound.

A flash of sword light had passed, and his corpse