Self-Created Sword Techniques, Horizontal Boat, Peace of Mind

"So, so gorgeous…"

As the instigator, Ming Chenzi had a complicated expression on his face as he looked into the sky and muttered.

A single pill had killed six Peak Nascent Soul Realm cultivators and seriously injured three of them. He was not used to this.

As an alchemist, he was supposed to treat illnesses and save lives. This was the first time he had killed someone with medicinal pills.

For a first time, who could accept it so calmly?

Many alchemists clenched the pills in their hands and looked hesitant.

Han Muye smiled and shook his head before flying out of the sky.

Dozens of grayish-black waste pills flew out of his palm.

Pills again!

In the void, those foreign cultivators who had been frightened out of their wits by a medicinal pill fled in panic.

Earlier, they thought that it was a ploy to divide them using pills. In the end, the pill exploded and killed a group of Peak Nascent Soul Realm experts.