Heartbroken

"Qin Ming, give up on that idea. The power of a Martial Venerable is beyond your imagination." Seeing Qin Ming strike the Formation once, the Evil Young Master's heart tightened, but seeing the Formation ripple and then recover, he immediately felt relieved. He quickened his pace and rushed toward Qin Ming.

"Qin Ming, as long as you tell me the secret of the perfect elixir, I will leave your corpse intact."

"In your dreams!" Seeing the Evil Young Master already flying toward him, Qin Ming helplessly gave up on attacking the Formation, gathered all his Spiritual Qi, and struck at the Evil Young Master.

Boom!

Qin Ming felt as if his bones were about to break. He shifted his position, planning to escape.

Unfortunately, the Evil Young Master was now in the Martial Venerable Realm, and his speed was faster than Qin Ming's. He landed a punch on the chest of the fleeing Qin Ming, sending him flying instantly.

"Ah!" Qin Ming's chest was hit, and he felt a piercing pain in his heart.

"You aren't a true Martial Venerable!" He gasped for air desperately, looking at the Evil Young Master as he spoke.

Because a true Martial Venerable would never be this weak; a single punch would have been enough to kill him outright.

It seemed the Evil Young Master had used three Forbidden Arts. Although his injuries had healed, the Forbidden Arts had still damaged his physical Foundation, preventing the current Heaven-Grade Forbidden Art, the Thunder Restriction Art, from fully exerting its power.

Qin Ming had deep experience with this; in his previous life, his Foundation had been severely damaged, and the effect of using the Heaven-Grade Forbidden Art, the Thunder Restriction Art, had been negligible.

The Evil Young Master was slightly stunned, then laughed, "So what if I'm not a true Martial Venerable? It's enough to kill you."

Qin Ming smiled bitterly. Indeed, whether the Evil Young Master was a true Martial Venerable didn't matter, as long as he was much stronger than him, it was enough.

"Run… stall for time." Continuing to strike the Formation was clearly unrealistic. The Evil Young Master wouldn't give him time. The only thing he could do now was run and stall until the Forbidden Art's duration ended.

But the duration of the Forbidden Art was fifteen minutes. Was it possible?

Although Qin Ming knew the possibility of stalling for fifteen minutes was slim, it was his only way to survive. Qin Ming had to give it a try.

He touched his space ring and thought of the heart mending pill inside, feeling slightly more at ease.

He hoped the heart mending pill could buy him enough time.

"Qin Ming, stop making useless struggles. You'd better tell me the secret." The Evil Young Master gave an evil smile, and with a flash, he appeared behind Qin Ming.

"What? So fast?" Qin Ming's heart went cold. He quickly turned and threw a punch at the Evil Young Master.

Boom! The punch, containing Qin Ming's Spiritual Qi and Power of Heaven and Earth, collided with the Evil Young Master's fist, instantly creating a startling sound.

Qin Ming heard the sound of his own hand breaking, followed by a piercing pain.

"I refuse to accept this!" Qin Ming endured the intense pain and retreated rapidly, cold sweat pouring down his body.

"Does it hurt? This is just the beginning. You'd better obediently tell me the secret, and I'll give you a quick death." The Evil Young Master said with a smile, like a cat playing with a mouse.

Now, his speed was faster than Qin Ming's, and his attacks were stronger. He was completely overwhelming him.

"Ah!" Qin Ming raised his left hand and threw another punch at the Evil Young Master.

Crack. The Evil Young Master returned a punch in the same manner. As the two fists collided, Qin Ming clearly heard the sound of his hand breaking this time.

The pain made cold sweat break out, and his eyes turned blood-red.

He was unwilling. Originally, the Evil Young Master was like a turtle in a jar, so why was he the one about to die now?

The Evil Young Master had killed so many of his Disciples; he had promised them he would seek revenge.