No 1 Supreme Warrior

The gods-transfiguring pill was not complicated to create for Jack. He had tried doing it many times before, and he was so familiar with the process that It was almost habitual. Even if he was surrounded by people watching him, his progress was not affected at all.

Before an incense stick’s worth of time had passed, half of the pill’s shape slowly solidified. A herbal scent wafted from the stove and suddenly spread to its surroundings, and everyone’s eyes went big.

Even if they could not personally verify if this was truly a third-grade premium pill, they could tell that it was no ordinary pill from the scent alone. It was a third-grade intermediate pill at least!

“It’s done! It’s truly done! Oh my God! I thought he was just boasting! I didn’t think he was truly a third grade premium alchemist!”

age! We can’t even easily find third grade

from the stove into his palm without batting a lash. It was as though the pill had a spirit

introduced to new horizons. After all, although most of the crowd were alchemists themselves, many of them had never seen higher-grade pills. Everyone knew the formula for the gods-transfiguring pill, but as their skills were limited, they had no way

youth whose face was full of pimples inhaled rabidly, as though he were a wild dog that had spotted a

think that this was strange. After all, that was a third-grade premium pill. Taking a whiff of it would strengthen one’s body and increase

felt as though someone had whacked him across the head. He stared at the pill in Jack’s hand,

run away, Jack would probably not even need to teach him a lesson—everyone around him

silence. His rough features were scrunched together so tightly, and he pointed at Goatee and said,

However, he had simply thought that

not think that he would actually see one! He was truly

nostrils. “I… You… you’re truly a third-grade premium alchemist?” His question was something so obvious that

all, the young man had already created the pill.