Divine War Pill Emperor

"Show no mercy."

Jiang Chen spoke, his voice cold.

He would never spare someone who had hunted him to the death.

Seeing Jiang Chen’s unyielding resolve, Master Qin became enraged.

"Jiang Chen, even if I die, I’ll take you with me! Go to hell!"

A flying saber appeared in his hand, and he flung it at Jiang Chen in almost the same instant.

’He knew he still had one last chance to kill Jiang Chen.’

’If he could just kill Jiang Chen, these Martial King Experts would fall back under his control.’

’He could still turn the tables.’

FWIP!

The flying saber closed in on Jiang Chen in a flash. They were already close, and Master Qin had struck with lightning speed. It was an incredibly vicious attack.

Even Jiang Chen couldn’t react in time.

But at the critical moment, there was no panic in his eyes. It was as if he had long anticipated that Master Qin would make a last, desperate move.

’Just as he’d expected.’

The Martial King Experts had no time to intervene.

Many of the Alchemists from the Alchemist Guild cried out in alarm.

But with a mere flick of his wrist, a white fan appeared in Jiang Chen’s hand.

The Divine Wind Fan.

WHOOSH!

He gave a powerful swing of his Divine Wind Fan, aiming it right at the incoming flying saber.

HUUUU!

An endless, bone-chilling aura erupted, freezing everything in its path as a frigid wind swept across the hall.

The gust of wind instantly slammed into the flying saber.

CLANG!

The Divine Wind Fan had struck the flying saber.

That flying saber was actually a Treasure Artifact.

But Jiang Chen’s Divine Wind Fan was a Spiritual Treasure.

The moment they collided...

CRACK!

...even though the flying saber was powerful, it was still shattered to pieces by Jiang Chen’s Divine Wind Fan.

Shards flew everywhere.

"No... impossible..."

Master Qin was stunned. With a single swing of his fan, Jiang Chen had shattered his Treasure Artifact.

He found it utterly unbelievable.

’At such close range—a kill-zone he had calculated precisely—not even the Martial King Experts could have saved Jiang Chen. And yet, Jiang Chen had destroyed his flying saber.’

He stared intently at the Divine Wind Fan in Jiang Chen’s hand, unable to fathom what kind of Magical Treasure it could be.

Only then did the Martial King Experts snap back to their senses.

Two of the Martial Kings moved in an instant.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

They were incredibly fast, appearing at Master Qin’s side in a flash.

The speed of a Martial King Expert was simply too great.

Master Qin had no chance to escape.

"No—"

He let out a strangled cry.

"Kill him,"

Jiang Chen ordered, his voice sharp and cold as he held the Divine Wind Fan.

It was a sentence from the Death God himself.

One of the Martial Kings raised his great saber and brought it down viciously on Master Qin.

SCHLICK!

In that same instant, Master Qin’s cry was cut short.

Master Qin’s body, split in two, fell to the floor of the Alchemist Guild.

He had been cut down by the very Martial King he had brought with him.

It was an exceptionally gruesome death.

Silence. A dead silence.

And just like that, it was all over in the most surreal way.

Master Qin, who had been the President of the Alchemist Guild for many years, now lay dead in a pool of his own blood.

Devoid of all life, his career and his existence had come to an end.

In his game against Jiang Chen, he had lost—utterly and completely.

GULP...

Someone swallowed hard.

But no one dared to speak. The atmosphere was heavy.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

The two Martial King Experts returned to their positions behind Jiang Chen, guarding him like his personal sentinels.

With the Eight Great Martial Kings present, no one could threaten Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen scanned the room, his gaze falling upon the members of the Alchemist Guild, each of them wide-eyed as if caught in a dream.

He suddenly clapped his hands and offered a faint smile. "Everyone, there’s no need to panic."

An uproar went through the crowd. ’How could we not panic?’

’Thank goodness I didn’t move against Jiang Chen,’ many thought, feeling a sense of relief. ’Otherwise, he could have easily annihilated us.’

But Jiang Chen was not a bloodthirsty man.

Once he settled a grudge, he wouldn’t drag others into it.

He said calmly, "Chairman Qin is dead."

"But the Alchemist Guild cannot be without a President, even for a day."

"Everyone, to the Grand Assembly Hall. Today, we will elect a new President."

With that, he led the Eight Great Martial Kings and headed first toward the Grand Assembly Hall.

The others looked at each other, at a loss.

They could only shake their heads with wry smiles.

They all glanced at Master Qin’s body, but no one dared to say a word about having it removed. They simply hurried toward the Grand Assembly Hall.

It was true. The Alchemist Guild could not be without a President.

As for who the new President would be... well, that would require some deliberation.

In the Grand Assembly Hall, all the high-ranking members—Stewards and above—were present.

Stewards, Elders, and the two Vice Presidents.

Everyone wore a grave expression. Jiang Chen, for his part, didn’t act ostentatiously, but rather took a quiet seat among the crowd.

However, no one dared to sit next to him, leaving two empty seats on either side—a clear sign of how much they feared him.

Previously, many had opposed Jiang Chen becoming a Senior Steward, though they had slowly come to accept it.

Now, many of them only felt fear toward him.

’This guy kills at the slightest disagreement.’

’He’s terrifyingly unpredictable.’

Finally, someone spoke up.

"Steward Jiang, since we are electing a President, the Deacon Council and the Elder Council will each nominate one candidate."

"But first, we need a list of nominees. We must select candidates who will then run against the two Vice Presidents in an election."

The speaker was an Elder.

He was one of the older, more senior Elders in the Alchemist Guild.

As soon as he said this, some of the Elders, and even the two Vice Presidents, looked eager.

They all wanted to vie for the position of President.

Although Jiang Chen was a powerful contender, the election of a President required the joint decision of the Deacon Council and the Elder Council.

Jiang Chen replied, "Fine. Let’s proceed according to the rules."

"Go ahead and choose your candidates."

He wasn’t in a hurry. As for the position of President of the Alchemist Guild, Jiang Chen had no intention of letting it go to someone else.

He had no reason to refuse the position. If he wanted to pave the way for the Jiang Family, he had to become the President.

Soon, the Deacon Council and the Elder Council began selecting their candidates.

"The Deacon Council’s candidate is Steward Jiang Chen."

The members of the Deacon Council chose Jiang Chen without the slightest hesitation.

"The Elder Council chooses Elder Zhang Sheng."

The Elder Council ultimately chose an Elder named Zhang Sheng.

Just like that, the candidates were selected.

The candidates, however, weren’t limited to the two chosen by the councils; the two Vice Presidents were also in the running.

Just then, the candidate from the Elder Council, Zhang Sheng, suddenly stood up.

He announced loudly, "I am grateful for being nominated as a candidate."

"However, I would like to personally endorse Steward Jiang Chen. Therefore, I withdraw my candidacy."

He was being very perceptive. He knew that Jiang Chen’s election was practically a sure thing.

Competing with Jiang Chen would be unwise, as it would only serve to provoke him.

So he made his choice decisively.

Jiang Chen glanced at Zhang Sheng and offered him a respectful clasp of his hands. "Thank you for your kind regard."

Zhang Sheng smiled and returned to his seat.

Now, Jiang Chen would compete against the two Vice Presidents for the position of President.