Just as Mr. Qiu Shui was about to kill Chang Mao and Wenzhu.
Chang Mao and Wenzhu broke into cold sneers.
Their smiles held a trace of sinister ruthlessness.
"Mr. Qiu Shui, you're far too arrogant."
"Do you really think you can kill us today?"
As he spoke, Chang Mao roared with laughter and exchanged a look with Wenzhu.
The two of them suddenly slapped their chests.
"PFFT!"
"PFFT!"
They both spat out a mouthful of blood at the same time. Instantly, the blood flew toward the statue at the edge of the square.
Mr. Qiu Shui was confused, with no idea what was happening.
"SWISH!"
Two streams of blood splattered onto the statue.
In that very instant, the statue of the Alchemist Guild, which had remained motionless for years, suddenly began to hum and vibrate.
"Hahaha, Mr. Qiu Shui! Did you think you were so incredible just because you broke through to the Martial Emperor realm?"
"Let's see if you can withstand the power of our Alchemist Guild predecessor's statue today!"
