Alchemy & Martial Supreme

0And Jue Xin alone, when facing Qin Ming, it would be the same as death. No matter how many armor he wore, no matter how high grade the armor he wore, it wouldn't stop Qin Ming from taking revenge.    

    

Qin Ming had already appeared behind Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Cultivator, and his iron fist was already aimed at his back.    

    

"Boss, he's behind you." The burly man had been paying attention to his surroundings. Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Cultivator turned around with his back facing Qin Ming, so he didn't know what Qin Ming was doing.    

    

The tall and sturdy Martial Cultivator was different. He had been on guard all this time, so he immediately shouted loudly to warn Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Cultivator.    

    

"What?" When Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Cultivator heard the voice, he instantly reacted.    

    

It turned out that his feeling was right. The assassin had been hiding in the surroundings.    

    

Just how much hatred did this assassin have with them? He clearly had unparalleled potential and was destined to advance to the Martial Emperor realm, yet he still took such a huge risk to attack them.    

    

If he was destined to advance to the Martial Emperor realm, no matter what, he wouldn't come to the secret realm to take the risk. Even if there was a slight risk of death, he wouldn't participate.    

    

Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Cultivator had already sensed the arrival of death, so he no longer cared about his face. He immediately lied down on the ground and avoided Qin Ming's attack.    

    

"His reaction speed is so fast. Did he prepare for this long ago?" Qin Ming's punch missed. He immediately knew that Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Cultivator wasn't as indifferent as he appeared on the surface. He was ready to dodge at any time. Only now could he react in an instant and make the most correct dodge.    

    

Although Qin Ming had the potential, the potential wasn't omnipotent. It could only affect the Martial King, but not completely restrain it.    

    

Since his punch missed, and Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Cultivator was already under his feet, Qin Ming immediately kicked him.    

    

"Expand!" The black robed short sleeve Martial King was like a rubber ball as it was kicked away by Qin Ming and fell in front of the Timon Sect's Martial King. Just as Qin Ming was about to attack, the Timon Sect's Martial Cultivator had already helped Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Cultivator up. There was no more chance for him to attack.    

    

Helpless, Qin Ming could only retreat and hide by the side.    

    

Seeing Qin Ming leave, a few of the Martial King from the Timon Sect quickly chased after him.    

    

Seeing them chasing after him, Qin Ming sneered and deliberately slowed down his pace, waiting for them to catch up.    

    

With Qin Ming's speed, he could disappear from their sight in an instant. He wanted these people to be separated. As long as they were separated, it would be Qin Ming's chance. At that time, it wouldn't be the Martial King from the Timon Sect that would surround and kill him. Instead, it would be him killing them one by one.    

    

"Don't chase after them anymore. Cough cough..." Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Cultivator shouted loudly, but he was a little short of breath. Qin Ming's kick just now had clearly injured Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Cultivator severely.    

    

Hearing Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Cultivator's shout, the few Martial King that were chasing after him stopped in their tracks.    

    

Seeing that they didn't chase after him, Qin Ming knew that he didn't have a chance. He immediately stopped holding back his speed and disappeared in front of them in an instant.    

    

When they saw Qin Ming speeding up, they had no idea that the assassin was deliberately hiding his strength, waiting for them to separate from the main group.    

    

When they thought of this, the few Martial King that were chasing after them had sweat on their foreheads, and they couldn't help but feel fear in their hearts.    

    

This assassin was too strange. He would never forget to scheme against them.    

    

Even though they often participated in battles and had rich combat experience, they still fell into the assassin's trap unnaturally. The assassin would always remain calm. In order to achieve his goal, he would do anything.    

    

They felt as if they were facing a ten-thousand-year-old demon, while they were like newborn babies being toyed with in the palm of their hands.