This was way too fast!

This kind of speed and technique had practically reached an inconceivable rank!

Tier 9 Dragon Pill, a medicinal pill with the highest concentration of properties.

It was extremely difficult to concoct.

Even a Grandmaster-level alchemist would find them easily failing because a typical attributed spiritual herb was very hard to control. It requires an opposing attributed spiritual herb to balance it out. This will raise the rate of success but would also lower the medicinal properties.

But this was the only way to increase the success rate!

Maxwell!

All the spiritual herbs he chose were ones of extreme, and he had used over ten stalks of each.

In the eyes of any alchemist, Maxwell would definitely fail. Even if his pill cauldron doesn’t explode, he still wouldn’t succeed.

Because...

There isn’t a single alchemist who’s capable of fully controlling the energy. Just a slight leak and the whole thing would fail. No one imagined Maxwell would actually do this. He was completely and thoroughly a madman; a crazy, demonic madman!

Yet...

He succeeded.

It was absolute control!

The crowd was completely shocked and couldn’t say a single word.

Venerable Thomas had a really ugly look on his face. His own disciple had just started his refinement, yet Maxwell was already finished. This was the difference between heaven and earth!

But...

He still refused to believe Maxwell was able to successfully concoct the Dragon Pill. He took the medicinal pill from the cauldron and sent out his senses.

"Vigorous!"

"What a vigorous power possessing endless fury! Like it’s about to explode at any given moment! This was the strongest energy as a result of manipulating the medicinal properties of the spiritual herbs to their fullest. There was no need for any opposing attributed spiritual herbs to balance it out."

Crazy!

Venerable Thomas was completely dumbstruck.

He has never seen such a perfect Dragon Pill before! It was too inconceivable that this medicinal pill has practically reached the peak of perfection!

Even if he thought he could hold it in, his expression still unconsciously revealed a look of shock. His voice was shaking as he said, "This medicinal pill has exceeded the rank of perfection."

As his voice faded...

William’s expression drastically changed. He lost focus, and his black pill cauldron immediately exploded.

"Boom!"

Cauldron explosion!

William’s countenance was extremely ugly, with a pale look. His eyes were staring at Maxwell with incomparable hatred. "Impossible! It is absolutely impossible! The Dragon Pill was developed by the ancestors of my family, so I am more knowledgeable than anyone on the method of concocting it. It is absolutely impossible to successfully concoct it using so many spiritual herbs with extreme attributes! It is absolutely impossible!"

The reason William chose to concoct the Dragon Pill was that he had full confidence in beating Maxwell.

The reason being that the medicinal pill was developed by his ancestors, so he was extremely familiar with every step. Compared with the Profound Spirit Pill, he was much more proficient in concocting the Dragon Pill. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Going crazy!

It looked like William had gone crazy while yelling, "Kid, you cannot beat me! You damn trash, you can’t beat me! I am the orthodox descendant of the Dragon Pill, so how can a country bumpkin like you know how to concoct the Dragon Pill?! Master, don’t be deceived by him! This piece of trash definitely cheated somehow! He can’t beat me! I refuse to submit!"

Venerable Thomas’s eyes never left Maxwell. He clearly saw Maxwell’s process and knew he didn’t cheat, so he could only angrily lecture: "William, that’s enough!"

Maxwell’s gaze turned fierce when he heard the words "trash." Flames of rage surged inside his heart as he asked: "Excuse me, can I chop off his hand now?"

"Damn trash; you dare?!"

William directly roared out in anger.

Venerable Thomas’s expression was filled with heartache as he said, "William, one must acknowledge their defeat if you decide to gamble!"

Venerable Bjorn’s expression was incomparably ugly as he looked off in another direction.

"Humph!"

"A piece of trash with a crippled body wishes to chop off my hand?"

"Fine!"

"Maxwell, come chop it off if you have the capability. I really want to see what abilities a piece of trash like you has." William had a gloomy smile on his face. Apart from being a rank 9 Alchemist, he was also an expert at level 7 Ancestor rank."

Maxwell was only at level 8 Ancestor rank, so he felt there was no way Maxwell would be his opponent.

Indeed...

The strength of a single small rank between two people would be quite a big difference.

Wanting to surpass it was nearly impossible.

Moreover...

William came from an orthodox family, so his foundation was extremely firm. He had also trained in the Gold Immortal Sect for many years now and has learned a lot of high-level martial techniques. This was why he had no fear when facing Maxwell, who was only at level 8 Ancestor rank.

William even started becoming extremely arrogant. He pointed at Maxwell’s nose and scolded, "You damn trash, come at me if you have the guts. Cut off my hand, huh? Concocting medicinal pills with a crippled body, huh? Are you trying to fool ghosts? You definitely cheated somehow, humph!"

"You want to chop off my hand? Then let’s see if you have the ability!"

Maxwell coldly grinned while rubbing the back of his head. He then said, "My temper really isn’t that good."

Just as his voice faded...

Maxwell’s speed instantly accelerated as he activated Shadow Clone. His body disappeared and already landed next to William in the blink of an eye. Seeing how William didn’t even have time to stop revealing his arrogant expression, Maxwell coldly said, "I really like those who are unwilling to submit!"

"Maxwell! Stay your hand!"

"Watch out, senior brother William!"

Everyone’s heart felt like it was suspended in the air.

Everything happened too quickly.

They never imagined Maxwell would suddenly attack. His attack was extremely fast and was practically a blur in their eyes.

Maxwell formed a knife-hand and aimed at William’s arm. He then slashed down with a shout: "Break for me!"

"Crack!"

A crisp sound of bones breaking was heard.

"Agghhh...!"

A wail like the sound of a pig being slaughtered exploded out through the martial training field.

William instantly fell to the ground as he rolled around in pain. His face was pale white while his eyes glared at Maxwell. He then screamed: "I will never spare you! I will kill you and dismember your corpse!"

Maxwell coldly sneered and just stepped onto William’s fractured area.

"Agghhh... aghhh...!"

William was in so much pain that he thought he was going to die. He no longer had the strength to show any arrogance on his face.

Maxwell put some extra strength in his foot before lowering himself. He then said in a very low voice, similar to a creature from the depths of hell: "If I hadn’t promised Grandmaster Joshua earlier on not to kill any of the Gold Immortal Sect disciples, you would already have become a corpse by now."

After saying that...

Maxwell didn’t look back and walked in front of Venerable Bjorn. "Grand Elder, does this count as me passing?"

"Passing?"

"Humph!"

Elder Thomas walked forward and said, "Our sect rules never mention that we can recruit a disciple if they have ONE special talent. You’ve only won in the field of alchemy. Based on that talent alone, you still aren’t qualified to join our Gold Immortal Sect. This isn’t the countryside. This is the Gold Immortal Sect, not a place where random dogs and cats join so easily."

Venerable Bjorn didn’t say anything.

Maxwell looked at Venerable Thomas and said with a cold smile: "Fine! Then have all of your Forging Grandmasters, Healing Grandmasters, Engraving Grandmasters... call them all out! I shall screw them all over!"