Fantasy: I'm in a discarded alchemy room, but I can turn trash into treasure!

The moment Ma Kun took the Burning Life Pill, his blood and qi surged like boiling oil, and his meridians bulged to the point of almost tearing.

The violent spiritual pressure, far exceeding that of the ninth level of Qi Refining, swept out in all directions, even causing the table to hum.

"Qin Mo, die!"

Ma Kun transformed into a black shadow, moving so fast that only a fleeting afterimage could be caught by the naked eye.

Instead of charging straight at him, he flashed behind Qin Mo, gathered all his strength in his left palm, and chopped down at Qin Mo's back.

Ruthless.

sinister.

The strike must be aimed at the vital point.

"It's over!"

Han Dazhuang, sitting in the audience, had bloodshot eyes and roared hoarsely.

The sound of that palm striking Qin Mo's back was extremely dull.

The entire audience held their breath.

"Ha... he's dead..."

In the distance, a disciple working in the alchemy room slapped his thigh and cheered.

"Qin Mo!"

Han Dazhuang's face was deathly pale.

however.

Ma Kun's hand, which slammed into Qin Mo's back, felt as if it had struck a piece of ancient, cold iron.

An incredibly powerful and unreasonable force of recoil suddenly erupted from Qin Mo's body, traveling up through Ma Kun's metacarpal, wrist, and arm bones.

"puff!"

Ma Kun coughed up blood and was thrown away by the force. He flipped over twice before crashing heavily onto the edge of the table.

The entire stadium fell silent once again.

The handyman disciple who had just laughed loudly still had his mouth open, but the sound was stuck in his throat.

"Is he... alright?"

"A full-force palm strike from a half-step Foundation Establishment cultivator landed on his back, and this person didn't even flinch?"

"Could he be hiding some kind of protective armor?"

The outer disciples below the stage were completely bewildered.

A piece of trash at the first level of Qi Refining first punched through Qian Dalong, then took Ma Kun head-on, and now he even withstood a sneak attack from behind?

"Ma Kun, that slap of yours was like brushing off some dust."

Qin Mo turned around, his tone casual.

"No...it's impossible..."

Ma Kun lay on the ground, the bones in his left hand shattered from the base of his palm all the way to his elbow joint; his entire arm was now useless.

With his right arm, which had been broken earlier, now both of his arms were useless, making it difficult for him to even get up.

The effects of the Life-Burning Pill were still burning his life force, but so what?

If you can't beat them, you can't beat them.

Fear coiled around Ma Kun's back like a venomous snake.

escape!

He stomped his legs on the ground, channeling the remaining spiritual energy into his lower body, and his body wobbled as he darted toward the edge of the platform.

As long as he jumps off the death stage, Qin Mo cannot pursue him according to the rules of the External Affairs Hall.

Ma Kun rushed desperately towards the edge of the platform.

However, his right ankle suddenly tightened.

"What...?"

Ma Kun was so shocked he almost lost his mind.

A collective gasp rippled through the audience.

Qin Mo had somehow crept up to the edge of the stage and precisely grabbed Ma Kun's ankle with one hand.

"Trying to run away?"

Qin Mo grabbed Ma Kun's leg and, as if lifting a tattered rag, slammed it down onto the bluestone table.

"Bang!"

The stone slab shattered.

Ma Kun's back was dented from the impact.

Qin Mo didn't stop.

He picked it up again and smashed it again.

Once, twice, three times.

Each strike was accompanied by a dull, cracking sound of bones breaking.

Qin Mo grabbed Ma Kun's ankle and slammed him down seven or eight times before finally throwing him hard onto the center of the table.

Ma Kun lay face up, his bones broken in countless places, blood and foam constantly gushing from his mouth.

The thousands of outer disciples below the stage were terrified.

"..."

Even Yan Yuan remained silent for a moment on the high platform.

Deacon Feng froze in his chair.

Deacon Zhou subconsciously swallowed.

"cough……"

Ma Kun convulsed on the ground like a dying fish.

Qin Mo walked over, bent down, and stared at him.

"Tell me, who ordered you to kill me? What's that inner sect senior sister's name? Tell me, and I'll leave you a whole corpse."

"Keep dreaming...keep dreaming..."

Ma Kun spoke barely, managing to squeeze out a few words through clenched teeth.

"OK."

Qin Mo straightened up and raised his foot to aim at Ma Kun's left knee.

"Will you tell or not?"

Ma Kun gritted his teeth.

"bump!"

With one kick, his kneecap shattered.

Ma Kun trembled violently and let out a bloodcurdling scream.

"There's still one leg left."

Qin Mo moved his toes above his right knee.

Ma Kun's eyes bulged, veins throbbed in his temples, and he bit his lip until it bled, but he didn't utter a sound.

"You've got guts."

Qin Mo didn't wait any longer and stomped down precisely, crushing Ma Kun's dantian.

"Snap!"

The muffled sound of the dantian shattering wasn't loud, but Ma Kun's scream was enough to pierce the entire square.

His cultivation collapsed completely at that moment, his aura plummeted, and he was left with not even the first level of Qi Refining.

Overwhelmed by the pain, Ma Kun's head lolled to the side, and he fainted.

"That's too cruel..."

Someone in the audience murmured.

Even the King of Hell has met his end.

Han Dazhuang clenched his fists, his voice trembling.

Qin Mo squatted down and reached out to touch the storage bag at Ma Kun's waist.

The instant his fingertips touched the opening of the bag.

Ma Kun's eyes snapped open!

A black beam of light shot out from his mouth, carrying a strong stench of decay, and pierced straight at Qin Mo's brow and crown.

Soul-Devouring Needle!

A hidden weapon coated with triple poison!

This move was incredibly fast, like a black venomous snake leaping out of a dead man's mouth.

No one had time to react.

However, when the poisoned needle struck Qin Mo's forehead, an invisible layer of protective energy automatically repelled it.

"bite."

The poisoned needles shattered into dust, falling in a flurry.

"..."

The last glimmer of hope in Ma Kun's newly opened eyes was completely extinguished.

"Playing dead to launch a sneak attack?"

Qin Mo's smile vanished completely. He suddenly reached out with his right hand, his five fingers gripping Ma Kun's throat like an iron clamp, lifting him off the ground.

Ma Kun's feet were off the ground, his limbs hanging limply, like a dead chicken with its neck being strangled.

Qin Mo lifted him up, her fingers slowly tightening.

"Click."

The sound of his throat bones shattering clearly echoed throughout the entire venue.

Ma Kun's eyes bulged, his lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word.

His head tilted to one side, and he stopped breathing completely.

Qin Mo casually tossed the corpse onto the table, bent down to pick up the storage bag, and stuffed it into his pocket.

The entire room fell silent.

On the high platform, Yan Yuan leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed intently on the gray-robed figure on the life-or-death stage.

"This kid..."

Deacon Feng swallowed hard.

"One hundred mid-grade spirit stones, you can slowly gather them up."

Yan Yuan extended his palm.

The two deacons were ashen-faced and speechless.

And in the distant sky.

Shangguan Yue froze in place as if struck by lightning.

Her pupils suddenly contracted, fixed on Qin Mo's right hand, which was still stained with blood.

That action.

He reached out with his hand behind his back, grabbed the back of the neck with his five fingers, and lifted the person up with one hand.

Brutal, precise, and utterly decisive.

The method was exactly the same as when the man wearing the black iron mask threw her out of the training room that night.

"It's you..."

Shangguan Yue's body stiffened, her knuckles clenched until they turned white, and her chest heaved violently.

Her teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding, and her eyes were fixed on the gray-robed servant on the stage who was patting the dust off his hands and looked nonchalant.

"It was you... I'd recognize you even if you were ashes..."