Good Opportunity

The members of the Iron Luo Sect did not expect that Qin Ming was not only not in the Passage, but their every move was also under the observation of Qin Ming, who was just waiting for the members of the Iron Luo Sect to deliver themselves to him.

"Finally came out, did you? It was really hard for me to make a move inside. After all, there was only one Passage. If you blocked it, wouldn't I be doomed?"

Qin Ming sneered inwardly as Qin Ming watched the Martial Artists of the Iron Luo Sect emerge.

Among the group of Martial Artists of the Iron Luo Sect, Jue Xin was as cowardly as ever, hiding in their midst. Meanwhile, the Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist walked at the very front, scanning left and right, guarding against a sneak attack from Qin Ming at any moment.

"The Seventh Brother ran away. Why hasn't the Seventh Brother returned yet?" the Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist asked the burly Martial Artist, while simultaneously feeling filled with rage as the Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist saw the corpses on the ground.

Ever since this assassin appeared, the Iron Luo Sect had been constantly thwarted. They hadn't managed to injure the opponent at all, yet they had already lost two Martial Kings, and one had fled.

The burly Martial Artist stammered, "The Seventh Brother might be back soon. How about we go look for the Seventh Brother?"

Only those who had truly fought the assassin knew how terrifying the assassin was—that horrific power that ignored everything and obliterated everything was deeply imprinted in their hearts.

"Look for the Seventh Brother? What for?" the Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist retorted angrily. "Such trash is just a burden if left here."

A Martial King who didn't even dare to fight was just like that trash Jue Xin. A Martial King specialized in combat who didn't even dare to fight—what was the point of finding the Seventh Brother?

Besides, the Secret Realm was so big; who knew where that trash had run off to? How could they find the Seventh Brother?

"Yes, yes." All the Martial Artists of the Iron Luo Sect were silent as cicadas in winter.

Seeing the group's reaction, the Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist became even more irritated and said, "I will walk at the front for a while, staying a bit further from you all to lure the assassin out. Look at how pathetic you all are! Is it just a Martial Artist who has grasped Aura? You're all scared like this."

In reality, the Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist knew that the assassin from earlier was far from just having grasped Aura. Grasping Aura just meant one couldn't retreat; in a direct confrontation, the effect of Aura was actually minimal.

However, the assassin's strength was immense, reaching an almost inhuman level. Their many Martial Kings couldn't even withstand a single punch from the assassin; it was a case of being injured if grazed, and dying if touched.

"Are you done tidying up? If you are, let's go," the Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist roared loudly. The reason the Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist scolded them was to boost the morale of the Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist and everyone else, making them think that the Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist wasn't afraid of the assassin at all.

If they lost even the slightest fighting Aura, the Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist didn't know what would happen to this group.

The most likely outcome was that they would scatter in a panic.

The Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist walked at the front, followed by eight Martial Kings, with Jue Xin surrounded in the center.

"This assassin is truly too shrewd. It feels like the assassin is watching us from the surroundings, ready to strike at any moment." The Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist kept scanning the surroundings, the back of the Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist drenched in sweat, yet the Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist didn't even notice.

The Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist only vaguely felt that someone was watching them. Although it wasn't dark here, it gave the Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist an eerie and terrifying feeling.

The Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist now somewhat regretted walking at the front and couldn't help but stop, intending to get closer to the main group.

"A good opportunity." Qin Ming, who had been observing from the shadows, eyes lit up. With a flash, Qin Ming appeared behind the Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist.

As it turned out, Qin Ming had been ahead of the Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist and the others all along, just waiting for them to lower their guard. The moment the Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist turned around to regroup with the main force, Qin Ming saw the chance.

As long as the Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist died, they would have no leader. In that case, the remaining Martial Kings would definitely not stay behind to protect Jue Xin.