Divine War Pill Emperor

"Let go of our young master."

"Damn it, Jiang Chen! Do you know what you’re doing? Our young master is Chairman Qin’s son! How dare you touch him?"

Hearing Qin Lie’s agonizing scream, Mad Dragon and the other three stopped their destruction inside the room and rushed out.

They saw Jiang Chen holding their young master, Qin Lie, like he was holding a little chick.

By now, Qin Lie had been made extremely weak by Jiang Chen’s Divine Wind Fan.

They immediately started shouting at Jiang Chen.

At the same time, the four men emanated the terrifying aura of Martial Masters at the Fifth Heaven or higher. Mad Dragon was even a Martial Master Eighth Layer Heaven, incredibly powerful.

Seeing Mad Dragon and the others appear, Qin Lie instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

He pointed at Jiang Chen and said to the four men, "Quick, kill him." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"SLAP!"

Before the words could even leave his mouth, Jiang Chen slapped him quiet.

"Shut up. I didn’t say you could speak."

Jiang Chen glanced coldly at the defenseless Qin Lie in his grasp.

He then turned his gaze to Mad Dragon and the other three.

His eyes were cold and merciless, like those of the Death God.

Although Jiang Chen’s Cultivation was far lower than theirs, he remained completely unfazed.

"If any of you moves, I’ll crush his throat."

Jiang Chen said calmly.

Mad Dragon and his men didn’t dare to move, terrified that something would happen to Qin Lie.

The crowd of onlookers, especially the Senior Stewards, were all trembling with fear.

Seeing Jiang Chen treat Qin Lie so violently, they knew this was a huge incident.

Someone tried to persuade him, "Steward Jiang, stop this at once!"

"You’ve caused a disaster!"

They meant well; after all, Qin Lie’s status was special. He truly couldn’t be killed.

At the same time, someone quickly ran off to report to Chairman Qin. Jiang Chen was, after all, trying to kill the Chairman’s son.

Jiang Chen remained unmoved. He turned his head to Qin Lie and suddenly asked nonchalantly, "Qin Lie, I have a riddle for you. If you guess it right, I’ll let you go."

Qin Lie had no idea what Jiang Chen was up to.

His face was pale, and it was extremely uncomfortable to have his neck held by Jiang Chen.

Mad Dragon and the other three were extremely wary and didn’t dare to make a move.

He nodded. "Fine. Go ahead. What’s the riddle?"

He was very curious about Jiang Chen’s riddle.

Jiang Chen shot a playful glance at Qin Lie’s four guards standing not far away and asked, "Guess how many seconds your four guards have left to live."

What?

Hearing Jiang Chen’s words, Qin Lie was stunned for a long moment before he processed them.

Jiang Chen was actually asking him to guess how many seconds his guards had left to live.

This made Qin Lie sneer.

"Jiang Chen, you are too arrogant, too conceited."

"My guards are nothing like Xiao Gu or Yang Tian."

"You’ll never be their match. As long as you dare let me go, my guards will finish you off in one second."

Jiang Chen’s words had not been quiet.

Mad Dragon and the others were so incensed they laughed.

"You really don’t know your own limits. A mere Warrior Fourth Heaven."

"Crushing you would be as easy as crushing a grasshopper."

Mad Dragon bared his teeth at Jiang Chen in a smirk.

They threatened Jiang Chen, but his hold on Qin Lie made them hesitate. Otherwise, they would have killed him long ago.

After all, the gap between a Warrior’s Cultivation and a Martial Master’s Cultivation was no small thing.

Of course, they only saw Jiang Chen’s Cultivation and overlooked the fact that he was also an Alchemist—and a formidable one at that.

An Alchemist’s greatest strength isn’t their Cultivation, but their Alchemy Skill.

Since he was an Alchemist, he could refine Elixirs that saved lives, and he could refine Elixirs that raised one’s Cultivation.

Naturally, an Alchemist could certainly refine Elixirs that killed.

For someone like Jiang Chen, whose Alchemy Skill was terrifying, using it to kill someone would be traceless. A person would just be dead.

He stood there, shaking his head at the four men.

Then, Jiang Chen flexed his fingers, and four streams of colorless, odorless gas shot out from between them.

They silently drifted toward Mad Dragon and the other three.

"Watch, Qin Lie. I’ll count to three, and they’ll drop on cue."

"One!"

"Two!"

Jiang Chen’s voice was like a proclamation from the Death God.

Although Mad Dragon’s group felt no fear, a sudden sense of dread made their hearts pound.

It was as if Jiang Chen could truly decide their life or death.

’But that’s impossible,’ they thought.

How could a Warrior Fourth Heaven kill them without even lifting a finger?

Even if it came to a fight, the one destined to die would undoubtedly be Jiang Chen.

They relaxed at the thought.

Mad Dragon burst out laughing.

"Go on and count! If you can kill me by counting to three—no, even if you count to ten thousand—I’ll admit I was unlucky."

As for some of the Senior Stewards, their hearts suddenly leaped into their throats.

They stared intently at Qin Lie’s four guards.

After hearing Jiang Chen’s words, they suddenly recalled how Yang Tian had confronted him before dying bizarrely, in what looked like a suicide.

And Xiao Gu’s death was just as strange.

Now, Jiang Chen had already counted to two.

They all listened with rapt attention.

Their eyes were glued to the four guards.

"Three!"

Jiang Chen’s voice was like the Death God’s final verdict.

"Ah..."

The instant Jiang Chen shouted "three," Mad Dragon and the others, who had been unconcerned, suddenly froze.

A piercing pain suddenly assaulted their souls.

It was an agony like being devoured by ten thousand ants.

They all screamed in agony.

"THUD..."

"THUD..."

Even though their Cultivation levels varied, the four of them screamed and collapsed to the ground at almost the same instant.

Everyone was scared to death.

The Senior Stewards, looking as if they’d seen a ghost, quickly scrambled to get away.

They were terrified of getting close to this monster, Jiang Chen.

"GULP!"

Someone swallowed hard.

They said in shock, "It really was three counts."

"This... What kind of method does Steward Jiang have?"

They still remembered that Yang Tian and Xiao Gu had died in the exact same way.

First, they collapsed, then they convulsed.

Indeed, Mad Dragon’s group was now clutching their heads, convulsing violently. They were clawing at their own skulls, almost tearing them open.

The intense pain robbed them of all their strength.

They had no defense against the Soul-Breaking Poison.

Broken Soul. Anyone below a Martial King could not escape death by this poison.

Jiang Chen had refined the Soul-Breaking Poison for his own protection.

On the ground, Mad Dragon’s group convulsed for a brief moment before their struggles ceased.

They lay curled up on the ground like four large shrimp, completely motionless.

There was no sign of life.

"Urk..."

Qin Lie, who had still been struggling in Jiang Chen’s grip, froze instantly upon seeing this scene.

He stared blankly. His Martial Master Eighth Layer Heaven guard hadn’t even lasted three seconds against Jiang Chen.

That’s right. In just three seconds, they had collapsed, convulsed, and died.

Such a bizarre method made Qin Lie’s scalp tingle with fear.

His pupils contracted violently.

He couldn’t believe Jiang Chen’s methods were so terrifyingly effective.

’For someone with methods like these, killing me... it really wouldn’t be difficult,’ he thought.

’The fact that I’m still alive... what does that mean? It means Jiang Chen has been holding back with me.’

’Otherwise, I’d already be dead.’

"So, Qin Lie, after seeing all that, how many seconds do you think you have left to live?"

The color drained from Qin Lie’s face, leaving it deathly pale.