C431 Unconventional Manipulation

"Hmph, a bunch of slaves."

Qin Ming shook his head when he saw the three thousand alchemists of the Division Hall closing in on him.

"Stinking brat, what did you say?!"

"Isn't that so?" Qin Ming sneered.

They had already been forced to this extent. There were nearly two thousand spots in Grand Hall, but they had attacked the three of them