A hole

Qin Ming dodged to the side, evading the attacks of the two, and threw a punch at one of the Sword-Wielding Martial Artists.

The Sword-Wielding Martial Artist wanted to evade, but Qin Ming's fist was not so easily dodged; the Sword-Wielding Martial Artist's entire body was suppressed by Qin Ming's Momentum, leaving him only able to watch helplessly as Qin Ming's fist slammed into his chest.

"Momentum!" The Sword-Wielding Martial King's face was filled with shock; he never imagined that this Martial King attacking them had actually comprehended Momentum.

Anyone capable of comprehending Momentum before reaching the Martial Emperor Realm is a Genius within a Major Power, fought over by all the various Major Powers.

As long as no accidents occur, such a person is destined to become a Martial Emperor in the future, and there is even a slim chance they could become a Martial Venerable.

No wonder Jue Xin didn't move just now; it wasn't that Jue Xin didn't want to, but that it was powerless to do so.

"Puff."

The Sword-Wielding Martial Artist spat out a mouthful of blood, his chest pierced through.

"Fourth Brother."

The Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist shouted loudly, eyes filled with sorrow and fear.

"Surround him! Don't let him escape! Avenge my Fourth Brother!"

The Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist yelled toward the Iron Luo Sect Martial Artists who were currently surrounding the three Martial Kings.

After Qin Ming killed the Sword-Wielding Martial Artist, seeing over a dozen Iron Luo Sect Martial Artists rushing over, he hurriedly unleashed a Spirit Skill and sprinted toward the doorway.

"Where do you think you're going?" Seeing Qin Ming about to leave, a Sturdy Big Man blocked the doorway, wanting to force Qin Ming back.

Although they didn't know why this Middle-aged Man wanted to attack them, nor did they know what grudge the Middle-aged Man had against Jue Xin, anyone who killed someone from their Iron Luo Sect could forget about leaving.

Seeing the Sturdy Big Man blocking his path, Qin Ming's pupils constricted sharply.

Behind him, seven or eight Iron Luo Sect Martial Kings were pursuing him, and Martial Kings were also closing in from both sides; if he stopped now, he would be in trouble.

Although Qin Ming's strength was top-tier among Martial Kings, he had not yet reached the Martial Emperor Realm.

When faced with too many Martial Kings, he would be overwhelmed.

"Charge!"

With a loud shout, Qin Ming activated the Fierce Dragon Absolute, his skin emitting a radiant glow.

Not only did he not stop his footsteps, he accelerated and slammed into the Sturdy Big Man's chest.

With a loud boom, Qin Ming sent both the Sturdy Big Man and the door flying.

"Surround him! Don't clash with him head-on!"

The Iron Luo Sect Martial Artists behind clearly had not expected Qin Ming to be so fierce; he was practically a humanoid Dragon.

All the Iron Luo Sect Martial Kings completely abandoned the three Martial Kings they had been besieging and chased out of the room.

Unfortunately, there was no longer any sign of Qin Ming outside; there was only the Sturdy Big Man who had just been blocking the front.

"Where is that assassin?"

The Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist helped up the Sturdy Big Man, who was lying on the ground in a wretched state, and asked.

"Cough, cough…"

The Sturdy Big Man coughed twice and spat out two mouthfuls of blood. "So, so strong."

Looking at the blood on the ground, the Iron Luo Sect Martial Artists were all shocked; although the Sturdy Big Man was not a Body Tempering Martial Artist, the muscles on his body were not just for show.

Yet, after being casually slammed into by that assassin just now, he was coughing up blood and had suffered severe internal injuries.

What on earth was the background of that assassin just now? Why was he so strong? Why did he want to be their enemy? No, that's not right—why did he want to assassinate Jue Xin?

"Jue Xin, where is Jue Xin?"

The Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist only just reacted at this moment; he had been so focused on chasing the assassin that he had forgotten about the Alchemist their Sect was focusing on recruiting.

Hearing the Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist's shout, everyone scratched their heads.

"We don't know either; it was clearly knocked flying just now and should have been in the corner, so how could it have disappeared?"

The Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist hurriedly walked to the corner, and a hole leading downward appeared before the Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist.