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!”

young age! We can’t even easily find third grade premium alchemists during

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

them had never seen higher-grade

of pimples inhaled rabidly, as though he were a wild dog that had spotted a bone. He practically

that this was strange. After all, that was a third-grade premium pill. Taking a whiff of

someone had whacked him across the head. He stared at the pill in Jack’s

would probably not even need to teach him a lesson—everyone around him would give

tightly, and he pointed at Goatee and said, “Go on! You go on. You just couldn’t shut up just now,

Jack before so many people. However, he had simply thought that Jack was boasting; what

think that he would

premium alchemist?” His question was something so obvious that everyone

man had already created the pill. Was he being