Hundred Whips

"He caught it! This young Martial Emperor caught the long whip!" The Martial Artists of Qianyan City rubbed their eyes, looking at Qin Ming in disbelief.

"He is fine, he wasn't poisoned to death. Who on earth is this young Martial Emperor?"

"So cool, I wish I were half as strong as him."

The moment he grabbed the evil dragon whip, all the Martial Artists in Qianyan City looked at Qin Ming in astonishment.

When Qin Ming stabilized the evil dragon whip, the Evil Young Master also opened his eyes. He stared at Qin Ming in shock, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, his body retreating slightly.

The Holy Master's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He had not expected Qin Ming's body to be so strong that he could catch the evil dragon whip with his bare hands.

Furthermore, the Evil Young Master's Innate Divine Ability had actually been broken just like that.

No, that wasn't right. This wasn't a break at all; it was that the Innate Divine Ability had absolutely no effect on him.

Qin Ming was like a deep pool; no matter how much poison went in, it all vanished without a trace.

At that moment, he felt his throat go dry and his mouth taste bitter.

After grabbing the evil dragon whip, Qin Ming frowned slightly.

"My body still hasn't been tempered to the extreme. If it had reached the extreme, I wouldn't have felt any stinging pain at all."

The reason he wanted to grab the evil dragon whip with his bare hands was to test the strength of his body, and the test results did not satisfy him.

"Is it because I used the Pill God Physique to forcibly Breakthrough to the Martial Emperor realm?" Qin Ming speculated. "If I had truly Cultivated to become a Martial Emperor, I imagine the Primordial Chaos Technique and the Fierce Dragon Absolute would have tempered my body to the extreme."

Thinking of this, Qin Ming felt relieved, collected his thoughts, and looked toward the Evil Young Master and the Holy Master.

Seeing Qin Ming's gaze focus on him, the Holy Master recoiled abruptly.

Having been struck by Qin Ming a few times earlier, he was severely injured and now found it very difficult to even defend himself. He knew that he was likely doomed today.

"Hmph, hmph…" Qin Ming snorted twice, swung the whip casually, and lashed it toward the Holy Master and the Evil Young Master.

"Snap!" With the sound of the whip, a bloody welt was drawn across the Holy Master's face, and he felt a burning, stinging pain.

Qin Ming whipped back again, continuing to lash out. The long whip was soft in texture, and his speed was extremely fast. Because the Holy Master was severely injured and immobile, he had no way to escape.

After one hundred lashes, the Holy Master was covered in blood.

Meanwhile, the Evil Young Master was using his Mental Energy, trying hard to control the evil dragon whip and snatch it back from Qin Ming's hand.

"Returning this to you!" The evil dragon whip gradually became uncontrollable. Qin Ming threw it with all his might toward the Evil Young Master, and the whip whistled through the air toward him.

The Evil Young Master reached out to catch the long whip, his body jolting abruptly as he was injured by the force contained within it.

"These one hundred lashes were for the Shadow members you killed!" Qin Ming stared at the Holy Master, his eyes filled with hatred.

From the time Shadow was established until now, he had developed a deep bond with them. Those children had lost both their parents and had always regarded him as the person closest to them.

Their deaths caused Qin Ming great heartache.

Seeing the murderous look in Qin Ming's eyes, the Holy Master's legs trembled, and sweat poured down like rain. He felt as if he were placed in thousand-year-old ice, chilled to the bone.

"Run…" At that moment, these two words were the only thing in the Holy Master's mind.

"Now, it is time to avenge the Shadow members. I said that I would take both of your heads to pay tribute to them." Qin Ming's voice sounded as if it came from the Nine Netherworlds, filled with a chilling aura.

The Holy Master and the Evil Young Master turned pale, retreating frantically, wanting to get as far away from Qin Ming as possible.

Qin Ming took a step through the Void Realm, and he had already appeared before them. His speed had never been slow, to begin with, and now that he had become a half-step Martial Venerable, his speed was even faster.