Chapter 194: A Single Thought Becomes a Pill

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The many great powers of the Tianzun Dynasty naturally knew of Xu Chen's alchemy skills.

Only they knew that Xu Chen seemed to be merely a Seven-Grade Alchemist.

Could it be that Xu Chen had already advanced to Ninth-Grade in such a short time?

The female leads were stunned; it seemed unlikely for an ordinary alchemist.

But Xu Chen was the kind of genius alchemist who could simultaneously refine over a hundred types of Seventh Grade spirit medicines.

Perhaps, it really was possible.

Di Zhentian had just swallowed a Healing Pill, his face dark as he said, "You, Xu Chen, think you're worthy of competing against my empire's Ninth-Grade Alchemist?" Xu Chen said, "Is your skin itching again?"

Di Zhentian sneered, "You're on the Yanwuchang right now—could you possibly injure me?" In an instant, Di Zhentian once again resumed his arrogant and wild manner, his gaze not taking Xu Chen seriously in the slightest.

Xu Chen's eyes shifted slightly, and the Death Mark was instantly triggered by him to some extent.

With the mark stirred, the flesh and blood within Di Zhentian's body collapsed on the spot. "Puh!"

A mouthful of fresh blood once again sprayed from Di Zhentian's mouth.

His complexion also grew paler, his aura even more withered.

He clutched his chest, breathing frantically, at this moment only feeling waves of searing pain transmit from his chest, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

Xu Chen's expression was calm; what he had thought was indeed correct—this Di Zhentian was an old rat from a stinking gutter.

Without applying some tricks, this rat would not be afraid.

At this moment, the people of the Immortal Empire did not suspect Xu Chen of having secretly employed tricks.

After all, Di Zhentian had just been crushed terribly by Xu Chen, so spitting blood now was perfectly normal. Xu Chen said lightly, "You trash, you're quite good at taking a beating." Di Zhentian's face darkened: "Where is my big brother?"

Di Tiandan heard this and immediately appeared, cupping his hands: "Your Highness, I am here."

Di Zhentian took a deep breath and said, "This alchemy competition, you must take it down."

Di Tiandan smiled, "Your Highness rest assured, I, a dignified Ninth-Grade Alchemist, have never lost a competition." Having said that, he also released his Eighth Grade Chuji aura, and in an instant swept onto the Yanwuchang.

At this moment, the Yanwuchang had already prepared the alchemy ingredients for him and Xu Chen. The referee said, "Imperial Alchemist, please inspect the ingredients, to avoid any errors or omissions."

Di Tiandan swept a glance and said lightly, "It's alright, no problems, but I want to use my own Pill Furnace."

The referee said, "That is acceptable."

Pill Furnaces of this sort had not been restricted by either side beforehand, so the referee could not say much at this moment.