Alchemy & Martial Supreme

0The people of Timon Sect had never thought that not only was Qin Ming not in the passageway, but their actions were also in his eyes. They were waiting for the people of Timon Sect to deliver themselves to their doorstep.    

    

"He finally came out? It's really hard for me to make a move in there. After all, there is only one passageway. If you block the passage, then I'm dead. "    

    

Qin Ming sneered in his heart when he saw the Martial Cultivator coming out of the Timon Sect.    

    

In the group of Martial Cultivator, Jue Xin was still as afraid of death as always, hiding in the middle of them. Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Cultivator was walking at the front, observing from left to right, ready to defend against Qin Ming's sneak attack at any time.    

    

"Seventh Brother ran away, why hasn't he come back yet?" Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Cultivator asked the tall and sturdy Martial Cultivator. At the same time, his heart was filled with anger when he saw the corpse on the ground.    

    

Ever since the assassin appeared, the Timon Sect had been suffering from all kinds of injuries. Not only that, two Martial King had died, and one of them had escaped.    

    

The tall and sturdy Martial Cultivator stammered, "Seventh Brother might be back in a while. Why don't we go and find him?"    

    

Only by truly fighting with an assassin would one know how terrifying an assassin was. The terror of ignoring everything and killing everything was deeply reflected in one's heart.    

    

"What are you looking for?" Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Cultivator said angrily, "This kind of trash will only be a burden if he stays here."    

    

A Martial King that did not even dare to fight was the same as Jue Xin, a trash. A Martial King that could change jobs to fight, but it did not even dare to fight. Why would it be found back?    

    

Furthermore, the mystic realm was so large. Who knew where that trash had gone, and how to find him?    

    

"Yes, yes." All the Martial Cultivator of the Timon Sect kept silent like cicadas in winter.    

    

Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Cultivator became even angrier when he saw the looks of the crowd. He said, "I'll walk at the front, stay away from you guys and lure the assassin out. Look at you guys. Isn't it just a Martial Cultivator that can comprehend Force? You guys are all scared like this. "    

    

In fact, he also knew that the assassin just now was not as simple as comprehending Force. Comprehending Force was just that he could not retreat. Facing an enemy head-on, force was actually not very useful.    

    

However, the assassin's strength was very great, to the extent that it had reached an inhuman level. Their numerous Martial King could not even withstand a single punch from the assassin. It was as if they would be injured and die if they touched it.    

    

"Are you done cleaning up? Once you're done packing, you can leave." Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Cultivator shouted loudly. The reason he cursed at them was to give himself and the others a sense of magnanimity. He wanted them to think that he wasn't afraid of assassins at all.    

    

If they didn't even have the energy to fight anymore, he had no idea what would happen to these people.    

    

The biggest possibility was that they would scatter in all directions.    

    

Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Cultivator was walking at the front, followed by eight Martial King. Jue Xin was surrounded in the middle.    

    

"This assassin is too smart. It feels like he is paying attention to us and is ready to attack us at any time." Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Cultivator had been paying attention to his surroundings. His back was drenched in sweat, but he did not feel it at all.    

    

He only vaguely felt that someone was watching them. Although it wasn't dark here, it gave him a gloomy and terrifying feeling.    

    

He now somewhat regretted walking at the front. He couldn't help but stop and plan to get closer to the main group.    

    

"A good opportunity." Qin Ming, who had been observing in the dark, had his eyes lit up. With a flash, he appeared behind Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Cultivator.    

    

It turned out that he had been in front of Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Cultivator and the others, waiting for them to relax their vigilance. Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Cultivator turned around and wanted to meet up with the main group, letting Qin Ming see an opportunity.    

    

As long as Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Cultivator died, they would not have a leader. In this way, the rest of the Martial King would never stay behind to protect Jue Xin.