The unified shout from the three hundred alchemists of the Pill Alliance not only shocked the many cultivators present but also made many alchemists of the Thirty-Two Skillful Hands glare angrily at Pan Zheng. However, speaking of these things now is already useless. With Shen Qiang's overwhelming presence in front of everyone's eyes, there is simply no deceitful tactic or rogue method that could stop him.
"It's unfair! We, the Thirty-Two Skillful Hands, have achieved today through the efforts of countless family elders, and those bastard alchemists just because they joined some damn Heshenghe Pill Alliance, can compete with us on the same stage?"
"Infuriating, Shen Qiang is pushing too far, he's simply taking advantage so blatantly!"
"I am so angry, what qualifications do those trash alchemists have to compete with us? We are the ones who planted the trees, why should we let them pick the fruits?"
Many alchemists of the Thirty-Two Skillful Hands were fuming with rage.
